With the Predator's new leader seriously injured, their daily siege of the World Tree ceased, and the entire old elven capital fell into a rare period of peace, the likes of which had not been seen for twenty years.
But at this very moment, on the edge of the jungle in the polluted area, is the most exciting time in nearly a decade.
Fifty thousand elven warriors gathered in the jungle, their fighting spirit surging as they gazed at the evil, polluted area not far away.
The Silvermoon Clan recruited elven warriors from ordinary tribes to launch a counterattack on the old royal city, and within a few days they had recruited 50,000 men.
Ordinary elven tribes are different from the elven royal family. Many of their tribes do not have a World Tree. If they want their tribes to develop, they must rely on a more powerful tribe. The Silvermoon tribe is obviously a very good candidate.
This time, the Silvermoon Clan did not specify which warriors were the strongest; anyone with decent archery skills could be selected.
Are there any elves who don't know archery? Even a child can shoot down a bird with a bow and arrow! The Silvermoon Clan's requirements this time are really strange, but since they've made this request, then whether you're an elven boy or a middle-aged man, just sign up!
But after a training force of three hundred high-ranking elves demonstrated the power of rifles, machine guns, and infantry cannons, they finally understood how important archery was.
No matter how good your melee skills are, a Maxim gun can make you feel utterly suffocated. What's more, there are many excellent elven archers who can use the 14.5mm "scaled-down version" of the big gun! That's a ranged weapon with damage comparable to a rare longbow.
As night fell, Nelia took a deep breath and led 50,000 confident elves into the contaminated zone.
"boom"
With a deafening roar, the Predator's black castle was blasted open.
A new era has arrived!
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