When Wushuang and Berkeley came out, the young duke, riding on a tall white horse, looked at them with a smile.

"Nice to meet you again." Duke Orel looked at Wushuang and said with a smile on his handsome face.

Wushuang looked at the people behind Duke Oriel, and was a little surprised when she saw the orcs.

"You said before that the elves would unite with other races to wage war against humans..." Duke Oriel smiled. "To prevent any future trouble, I will contact other races first."

"The orcs really want to cooperate with us. You elves are struggling on your own right now, right?"

"Beautiful elf, do you think we have the strength to go to war with your elves now?"

Duke Orel had a smug smile on his face, which made Wushuang feel uncomfortable.

"Have the Orcs become vassals of your human race?" Wushuang asked. "Has your Ansi'el Empire already made the Orc Empire your vassal state? Duke Oriel?"

"What are you talking about, you weak elf? How could we, the brave orc warriors, become vassals of the human race?"

"What? Aren't you slaves of the human race, but slaves of Duke Oriel?" Wushuang asked in surprise, looking at a tiger orc who stood up.

This tiger orc was very tall, about three meters tall, with round tiger ears on his head and a long tiger tail behind him.

But the guy with ears and a tail was tall and muscular, like a small mountain. Wushuang didn't like guys with this kind of physique, so he started to confront him directly.

"You listened so closely to Duke Oriel, I thought you had already become slaves of the Ansi El Empire. Hasn't Ansi El conquered your Orc Empire yet? Hasn't he made all of you Orcs into slaves?"

Wushuang’s words made the tiger orc very angry. He roared and rushed over to attack Wushuang.

There was no need for Berkeley to do anything. Wushuang stood in place and raised his hand slightly. A vine quickly grew out and intercepted the tiger orc. The guy was tripped by the vine and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Tsk..." Wushuang felt a little disgusted. Is this tiger orc the type with strong limbs but no brains?

Wushuang looked at the fox orc in the crowd who was just behind Duke Oriel.

"You orcs, you really don't learn your lesson." Wushuang sighed, "You can even form an alliance with those who have captured your people as slaves. I really admire you."

The fox orc's expression didn't change at all. He looked at Wushuang with his amber eyes without saying a word.

This time the attack on the elves was led by Duke Oriel. Although he came to help, he could not usurp the initiative and seize the leadership from Oriel.

"Since you, Ansel, have joined forces with the Orc Empire, we cannot just sit there and wait for death." Wushuang opened his hands, and tall trees, long grass leaves and vines quickly grew around him.

"Flame of Fire—"

While Wushuang was promoting the growth of plants, the magicians from the human race started to take action and cast fire magic.

After the fire magic burned the plants, an ice magician quickly froze the fire to prevent it from burning to their side.

Wushuang smiled slightly and started fighting with these guys.

Although she is better at wood magic, she has practiced all five elements very well, so she can deal with that group of magicians with ease.

"kill--"

At Duke Oriel's command, in addition to the magicians, the warriors using fighting spirit also rushed towards the elves.

Although the elves are better at wood magic and archery, their melee combat abilities are also quite good.

Wushuang fought back and forth with the others, the elves also fought very well, while Berkebil was staring at the big boss of the opposing camp.

Of course, Oriel knew the abilities of the Light Elf King and the Dark Elf King of the Elf Tribe, so this time he invited the Mage Saint and Sword Saint of the Human Tribe to come out.

Now the Mage Saint and the Sword Saint did not move, and of course Berkebil did not move either.

"Who dares to touch my daughter——"

Frehor jumped out from nowhere, drew his longbow and shot at Duke Orel.

"when--"

The arrow hit the thick shield, and the shield that suddenly appeared in front of Duke Orel blocked Frehor's attack.

A white-haired magician stood up and looked at Freihall and said, "I didn't expect that you dark elves would actually get together with the light elves?"

"Aren't you mortal enemies for thousands of years?" asked the white-haired Dharma Sage.

"This is a matter between us elves. What does it have to do with a lousy old man like you?" Frehor said bluntly.

"Hmph, the light elves are holy, and you dark elves are gloomy and lowly. How dare you defile the light elves?" said the Saint of Magic.

"Bah! I think you, an old man, are the most despicable!" Frehor retorted, "A dignified Mage Saint is being ordered around by a young man. You are truly despicable, old man."

"Old thing? Compared to the Dark Elf King who is more than three thousand years old and almost four thousand years old, I am not as old as you." The Mage said calmly.

"But I look young." Freihor said proudly, "Even if I'm almost four thousand years old, I still look younger and more handsome than you."

"How can you, an old thing with a wrinkled face, compare with me?" Frehall said proudly.

"Shameless guy!"

"Dragon Flame Sings—"

"You are so shameless, old man. You can't win the argument and you just launch a sneak attack." Frehall continued to yell after dodging the attack of the Mage Saint.

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