"Don't try anything underhanded!"

Despite being separated by thousands of miles, the other party's every move was clearly visible to the Wilderness Elf Envoy.

The white-clad swordsman was clearly wearing a human skin mask; the wasteland elf's pupils constricted, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"It's him?!"

She, who had been calm all along, was now somewhat at a loss for what to do.

She recognized the sword at the other person's waist!

The Steppenwolf growled, its eyes turning bloodshot, as if it had seen the swordsman again.

"no!"

The Steppenwolf, being stronger, immediately recognized the enemy's identity.

"That's a mage!"

The sword is still the same sword.

The person is not the same as before.

Steppenwolf urged, "Shoot another arrow."

Even without it saying so, the Wasteland Spirit Master is prepared to do it!

Grabbing a handful of arrows from his quiver, the wasteland elf's aura intensified, channeling even more magic into his longbow.

"Nine Consecutive Shots to Slay the Sun!"

Bang--

Nine moon arrows, carrying terrifying power, traversed tens of thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, arriving before the white-clad swordsman.

Any one of these arrows, if it hits, could easily kill a ninth-tier war god!

but!

A bizarre scene unfolded.

All the moon arrows hovered motionless in front of the white-clad swordsman.

A dark red wall appeared.

A filthy, turbid, and broken river of blood stood in front of the white-clad swordsman, shielding him from all the arrows!

The wasteland elf's eyes were filled with utter shock!

What's going on?!

When did such a monstrous talent appear among the vampires?

Could it be that I'm facing the Blood Ancestor?

"The enemy is a mage, charge!"

As the Steppenwolf growled, it sounded the charge.

The wasteland elf flipped and climbed onto the wolf's back, continuing to draw his bow and shoot arrows while moving at high speed!

invalid!

invalid!

All invalid!

"call--"

The repeated use of the Sun Bow and Moon Arrows also took a heavy toll on the Wasteland Elf Envoy. She crushed a bottle of potion containing water from the Moon Well, a top-tier healing artifact.

"I'm reminded of a legend..."

The wasteland elves whispered in the wind.

She didn't care about the white-robed swordsman; he was just a mage with a level of 300 or so.

Once they get close, they are no match for themselves and Steppenwolf!

The Great White Wolf King, whose true enemy could threaten him, had to devour the sun, or he would be consumed by the flames and burned to ashes.

The real enemy is the master of that river of blood!

The wasteland elf, his face grave, spoke rapidly.

“Back then, when the Blood Ancestor attacked, my ancestor fired 90,000 arrows from the Tree of Life.”

It was easily blocked by a forbidden prince of the vampire clan, using precisely this kind of method!

"Enough with the nonsense!"

The Steppenwolf charged forward at top speed, while constantly on guard against enemy counterattacks.

What is his name?

Unlike other creatures, Steppenwolf disappeared long ago, but its memories are perfectly preserved.

Even if it's an enemy from ancient times, as long as its name is mentioned, Steppenwolf can find a way to deal with it!

The Wilderness Spirit Master uttered two words fiercely:

"Cain!"

A forbidden prince caused the Elf Ancestor to lose face.

For the elves, every day Cain lives is a slap in the face to their ancestor!

"It's him?!"

Steppenwolf actually laughed when he heard the name!

"If it's Cain... I only need to say a few words to make Cain switch sides!"

Is this really true?

The Wasteland Elf never expected that the Wasteland Wolf Ancestor would have this kind of relationship with Cain.

If they can truly turn enemies into friends, this increase and decrease will directly widen the gap in combat power between the two sides.

Our side boasts Cain, the forbidden vampire prince; the strongest elf user; and the strongest wolf ancestor in history...

The enemy was just a lowly level 300 mage!

How can I lose?!

Steppenwolf said confidently,

"I know Cain too well; he's an ungrateful wretch."

When Blood Ancestor failed to reach level 1000, Cain was fully responsible.

He'd even kill his own son if there were enough benefits!

With the Steppenwolf's assurance, the Steppen Elf felt much more at ease.

She gave the order.

"First, persuade Cain to surrender, then kill the White Wolf King. Don't kill this mage; keep him alive for questioning!"

"clear."

The Steppenwolf stopped its charge and let out a howl!

"Awooo—Awooo—"

He used the werewolf language to communicate with Cain.

Encrypted calls are allowed.

...

Ruthless Town

The people in the town all gathered together.

Human players were also summoned to protect the townspeople of Ruthless Town.

Dracula, the strongest player on the field, was quite relaxed, even having the leisure to grab a handful of sunflower seeds and sit on a small stool to the side.

Watch the show!

When Dracula saw the Steppenwolf and the Steppen Elf appear, he was not surprised.

When the Wild Elves' deadly arrow was blocked, Dracula became restless.

That old codger Cain, stealing the spotlight?!

No, we need to find a way to beat Cain!

Just as Dracula was extremely anxious, the howl of wolves came from the sky.

Dracula's expression was quite interesting as he listened to Steppenwolf's words.

He sat back down in his chair, relieved, and laughed heartily.

Cain, let's see how you die!

...

Before the setting sun,

The white-clad swordsman stood in front of everyone.

Ye Bai yawned, feeling somewhat bored.

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