Chapter 177, The Half-Elf God Was Strangled and Dragged, and Rope Seven Returned to His Old Ways

It was also on that night that the group of old half-elf reserve troops stepped onto the battlefield.

The brutal fight was accompanied by flying spells and sharp screams, and it was another brutal fight that lasted all night.

The god of the half-elf faith could no longer sit still, and his clan was on the verge of destruction.

It was not difficult to intervene in this war and save his believers. Her body was sleeping in this towering tree.

Opening his eyes, the sky-high spiritual light appeared on a level that ordinary things could not see.

The god of the half-elf faith wanted to use his true body to join the battlefield.

But at this moment, a line eye suddenly opened in the sky.

As if it had been waiting for a long time.

The indifferent sight passed through this huge sacred oak tree and was also cast on the half-elf god sleeping in the tree.

A huge palm appeared out of thin air on this huge oak tree.

The rats were lucky. Even though the gods they believed in were not rich enough, they were powerful enough.

At least on this subcontinent, the gods they believed in were absolutely powerful.

They were also bold enough.

The falling arm passed through the layers of defense that appeared.

The shattered and scattered aura made the elemental concentration of this battlefield extremely exaggerated.

More powerful magic was cast casually by the half-elf elders.

Sheng Qi roared wildly in the dark night because of this sudden change.

"Damn it!

Damn it!

What on earth happened!

What on earth happened!"

That night, the vast magic aura almost dispelled the deep darkness and illuminated everything, and the rats retreated step by step.

It was also this night that a hand strangled the neck of the half-elf god.

At this moment, the high and mighty demigod was no different from ordinary mortals.

Struggling, wailing, cursing, powerless.

Desperately trying to break free from Du Yuan's palm.

It was not without effect. The emerald green aura continued to spread along Du Yuan's arm like a poisonous snake.

In the harsh corrosion sound, it wanted to invade Du Yuan's body.

But it didn't work. The blood-colored aura wrapped around Du Yuan easily crushed the painless resistance.

He looked into the distance with a cold gaze.

Looking at the vast grassland in the distance, Du Yuan did not hide his power in order to be able to steadily control the half-elf god.

The momentum was huge, and naturally it was known to all parties. At least three demigods cast their eyes here.

But Du Yuan didn't have much fear.

The diffused blood mist completely obscured Du Yuan's figure and prevented other demigods from peeping at him. It was a blood-colored aura composed of vicious resentment and unwillingness to echo.

With a strong pull, the half-elf god was dragged down from the sleeping wooden bed by Du Yuan.

Compared to Du Yuan's casual sleep, the half-elf god built himself an exquisite hut in the heart of the sacred oak tree.

It's a pity that, apart from being exquisite, it has no other functions.

The tiny tree man manifested by the sacred oak tree wanted to save his master, but was only stared at by Du Yuan indifferently, and then shrank back in fear.

Du Yuan chose a good time.

Or, since the start of this war, Du Yuan has been waiting for this moment.

Du Yuan can't kill this half-elf god for the time being.

The god of faith is trapped in faith, but is also protected by faith. Even if it is only a demigod, this half-elf god seems to have some eternal characteristics.

As long as his believers do not completely die, Du Yuan can't kill him.

Similarly, Du Yuan can't do anything to these half-elves entrenched in the oak tree.

He has clearly felt the emergence of repulsion when he used his power recklessly.

This is the repulsion brought by his action against another demigod on the level above mortals.

It is faintly about to expel him from this world.

If the power spreads to the world itself, he will be expelled to the Sea of ​​Chaos by this world.

Now is far from the time for him to really go to the Sea of ​​Chaos.

The burning power of faith is like a ignited flame, and the spiritual light rises to the sky. These are what he has to pay to resist rejection, and they are also sacrifices to this world.

This is a resource that is extremely luxurious even for demigods.

The wolf-orc god in the distance set his eyes on Du Yuan. Among the three demigods, his expression was the most solemn.

But Du Yuan did not look at him.

He dragged the half-elf god in his hand and walked step by step towards the top of the sacred oak tree.

There, the temple of the half-elf god stood.

Standing on the top of the temple, Du Yuan did not have his own throne yet.

He could only stand there.

He could not see his figure or appearance clearly, but he could make all the gods who were qualified to watch him feel unexplained terror and danger.

The trainee gods finally noticed what was happening here, and their eyes fell on Du Yuan.

Du Yuan dragging a demigod was too terrifying.

Du Yuan fulfilled his promise, and what belongs to the gods belongs to the gods.

He had been watching this battlefield for a long time.

The thrown Eye of Rules was just a misleading.

The wolf-orc god and the half-elf god thought that he would sleep quietly in the pillar. After all, they were both demigods, and they still needed to rely on sleep to stabilize their bodies.

It was also unable to support the huge consumption brought by the short awakening.

They were right.

If the ratmen had only chosen one direction to develop, and if Du Yuan only needed to suppress a demigod at this time, then things would certainly be like this.

It was just a pity that the ratmen under Du Yuan were not so peaceful.

As their god, Du Yuan could only invest more energy.

Du Yuan, who had already awakened, was waiting for the moment when the half-elf god would take action. Only at this time could Du Yuan rely on the Eye of Rules to capture the location where the half-elf god was hiding and sleeping.

Du Yuan did not pay any price for this move.

Cracks spread on the body of the god, and red spiritual light flickered in it. Du Yuan was like a tattered large ceramic doll at this time.

He only needed to add some pressure to him, and then he could only put down the half-elf god in his hand.

In order not to be thrown out of the world.

Compared with the dangerous sea of ​​chaos, the rejection and suppression of this small world also seemed so gentle.

Du Yuan finally cast his sights on the wolf orc god in the distance.

But does the wolf orc god dare to gamble?

Bet that Du Yuan will honestly let go of the half-elf god and let the situation return to a three-party stalemate when he intervenes, or that Du Yuan will drag him down without hesitation when he makes a move, dragging all the guys present to the Sea of ​​Chaos together.

Does he dare to gamble?

In the end, the wolf orc god made a decision and disappeared in the vast grassland.

He didn't dare.

No one would risk his life with a madman.

The evil gods have always been a group of unpredictable guys, not to mention that Du Yuan's appearance at this time can be regarded as the most crazy one even among those evil gods.

One by one, the gods withdrew their sight and disappeared, leaving only Du Yuan, who was strangling the half-elf god's neck, standing on the top of the huge oak tree.

He didn't take the half-elf god who was still struggling in his hand seriously.

When she was successfully attacked by Du Yuan, when she was dragged by Du Yuan to show in front of many demigods, her fate was already doomed.

At the moment when this huge oak city fell, when the swarming rat army pushed down her temple.

That was the moment when she was cut off by Du Yuan.

Of course, she would not die completely, but such a result would not be much better than death.

After all, they have already reached the stage of demigod.

Under this huge oak tree.

The rats were still desperately moving forward, but they were defeated in the magic aura that suddenly became several times stronger.

The brutal battle lasted all night.

The Western Expeditionary Force lost the big tree fold that they had finally occupied.

Even though Sheng Qi was furious and unwilling, the battle had been going on for seven days.

The rat army could no longer hold on.

Originally, everything was going so smoothly, and he was going to attack the damn tree in front of him.

Those damn heretic priests! Those damn heretic priests!

Sheng Qi did not understand the specific situation of the half-elves, nor did he care about the division between them.

Furious.

In the battle to defend the city, the magic abilities of these half-elf elders were brought into full play.

Let the rats suffer.

But there was no other way. In the hills and in the wild, the rats could still rely on huge catapults to fight against these magicians, but in front of this huge oak tree, the thrown boulders and swollen rats were all blocked by the lush and tough tree canopy, and they simply could not play the role they should have.

Reluctantly announced the withdrawal.

The first siege of the sacred oak by the rats ended in failure.

The half-elves on the folds of the giant tree finally waited for the rats to retreat.

But compared to the great victory at the beginning, they were so silent this time.

On the folds, there were only a few half-elf reserves participating in the counterattack.

It was difficult to move among the piles of rat corpses in front of them.

In addition to the suddenly strong elemental power, it was these reserves composed of elderly half-elves that could force Sheng Qi to retreat unwillingly.

The brutal battle that lasted for seven days without any break not only pushed the ratmen to their limits, but also the half-elves.

The half-elf warriors had reached the point where they had to rest.

They were exhausted to the extreme and began to make mistakes in the battle, and their defense line was shaky.

This was the wrinkle that allowed the ratmen to capture the trunk of the sacred oak.

At this time, these reserve troops stood up.

The shaky defense line was blocked by these old half-elves.

They even started to push back in the splashing spells.

But what was the price?

The old half-elves who could participate in the war in the Half-Elf Kingdom had been completely destroyed. If the next battle reached such a critical moment again.

Then the reserve troops composed of young half-elves would also be sent to the battlefield.

If the old people represent the past in a wise race that builds civilization, then the young people are the future.

And now.

The past and future of the half-elves will be burned by the ratmen.

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The rats retreated underground.

Lengthy tunnels were dug into the roots of the sacred oak.

In fact, before the rats launched the brutal siege, the two sides had already had a fierce fight.

The half-elf warriors noticed the underground tunnels dug by the rats, and a fierce battle broke out between the two sides in the winding underground tunnels.

Then the half-elf warriors were driven out of the underground tunnels in a mess.

In this deep underground, they were no match for the rats.

The inclusion of underground space brought another possibility to the rats' war.

No matter how huge the oak tree in front of him was, it was just a tree after all.

Cutting off its rhizomes was a feasible way.

In fact, Sheng Qi was doing this.

He had found the main rhizome of this huge oak tree and tried to use the swollen rats to pollute its rhizomes.

It was a pity that the effect was not good.

At least not as good as Sheng Qi expected.

It can only be said that this main rhizome was not much thinner than the trunk on the surface, and it was not something that could be dealt with in a short time.

The half-elves were of course at the end of their strength, and they could not survive for a long time on the huge oak tree at this moment.

Just siege, just siege, these guys will naturally not be able to hold on.

But Sheng Qi can't waste time endlessly like this.

If he wants to get rid of the control of those senior rat priests, then now is undoubtedly the best opportunity.

In this war, he has too many things to do.

Rat Zhan's approach gave him inspiration.

It's outrageous to say that Rat Zhan is only one step behind Bai Shu in name, as the commander-in-chief of the entire rat kingdom, the second in command.

But in terms of the degree of information, Sheng Qi can beat Rat Zhan.

Sheng Qi is ready to follow the approach of Rat Zhan.

At the end of this war, the rat priests will not be able to spare their hands, and this continuous hill will be taken over by him.

He will not build a city, such a goal is too huge.

Senior rat priests will also be sent to station.

But he will not do nothing, one camp and outpost after another will be spread out in this continuous hill.

Of course, he would not go too far. After all, these camps are far from the level of cities, although there are functional buildings such as rat breeding rooms and cave mushroom cultivation rooms.

And not only that, he will also plan an industrial zone.

There is no shortage of mineral veins in the rolling hills.

These will be mined by him.

This industrial zone will be built by a large number of adjacent rat camps. He is just playing tricks.

Relying on scattered camps to actually simulate the role of the city and build a real rear for himself.

In this way, he can get rid of the control of those senior priests and completely control this army that belongs to him.

The Western Expeditionary Force has been filled too bloated by senior rat priests.

An overly large army requires equally large supplies. Sheng Qi cannot provide the supplies needed by the army, so he is naturally controlled by these senior rat priests.

At the same time, the command of the army is actually controlled by those senior rat priests.

The drawbacks from the initial construction of the Western Expeditionary Force.

The Western Expeditionary Army relied too much on the rat priests.

Before, there was nothing. At the beginning of the army, the rat priests in the army were controlled by Sheng Qi's teacher.

Until he died in the Wild Boar King City.

After the old guy died, he should have inherited the old guy's faction, which naturally included the loyalty of the priests in the old guy's hands.

If those priests could truly offer their loyalty to him, then his control over the Western Expeditionary Army would not be so weak.

But compared to him, the rat priests who once gathered under his teacher were obviously more convinced by the other senior rat priests.

These senior rat priests easily completely sidelined Sheng Qi.

If they were not overwhelmed by playing games with each other in the turmoil, then Sheng Qi really couldn't find any opportunities.

This gave Sheng Qi room.

He will take back the power that was sidelined in the war, and will also completely get rid of the control of those senior rat priests in the gap after the war.

At least, he should stand in front of those damn guys, instead of being despised as a more important tool.

But all these possibilities must be sought in this war.

Sheng Qi is a smart guy, even if he may not be an excellent rat commander.

This area will not belong to him after the white rat makes the final decision.

If the city cannot be built, then the temple of the gods will not be established. This is fatal. The production of blood mushrooms depends on the temple of the gods.

Without blood mushrooms, this area can never be completely turned around.

This will be the hurdle that Sheng Qi has to face.

It is also a hurdle that he cannot cross.

The temple is built and the blood pool appears, then the existence of the city is not the turn of Sheng Qi to get into the basket.

As long as it is watched by the rat council, it will only be a matter of time before this area is included in the management.

The replacement of the controller will make Sheng Qi's rear construction go to waste.

This is a problem that cannot be solved.

In this regard, Sheng Qi's solution is to ignore the future and only talk about the present.

In this war of annihilation against the half-elves, while the senior priests were busy with their own affairs, he promoted all the resources produced.

He was going to sell all the corpses, all the slaves, and even the grand sacrifice after the destruction of the heretic gods.

This was a bold idea.

An absolutely bold idea.

This was something that even Rat War didn't dare to do, but Sheng Qi not only thought about it, but also prepared to do it. Not only did he do it, but he actually found a buyer.

Although he had done this in the war against the wild boars.

Well, it seems that the group of senior rat priests still underestimated this lucky guy.

They also ignored another word that was mentioned besides luck.

A lucky bold guy.

Sheng Qi was a genius who dared to pry away the Rat War army to attack the wild boars in the rear when he was a young priest.

A bold guy.

He will use the bodies of all the dead in this war, the captured slaves, the dominance of the grand sacrifice, and everything else in exchange for one thing, blood mushrooms.

Blood mushrooms, lots of blood mushrooms, lots and lots of blood mushrooms.

Enough to support him to build this continuous camp, enough to allow him to operate these continuous camps without relying on the temple of the gods.

In this way, he can completely hold the Western Expeditionary Force in his hands.

And use the Western Expeditionary Force in his hands as a bargaining chip to play against those senior rat priests.

In fact, those buyers who are willing to bid have hinted to Sheng Qi.

They can sell everything he needs and provide support that will definitely satisfy him, whether it is supplies, troops, weapons, or even seats for rat councilors.

Of course, the seats for rat councilors may need to wait.

In addition to the seats for rat councilors, Sheng Qi believes that these buyers will definitely give other things.

But he did not agree to this lucrative deal.

The painful lessons brought to him by these senior rat priests have left him with an instinctive shadow on these things.

He will not put himself in another pair of shackles after finally breaking free of one pair of shackles.

He will never be willing to succumb to these guys, no matter who they are!

He will become a big man, and he will definitely become a big man, for this, at all costs.

But all this is based on a premise.

Time.

He must end this war quickly, only in this way can he free up more time, he is not sure how long the struggle between those senior rat priests will last.

He must hurry up.

Who else can be relied on.

Sheng Qi thought of a guy, a figure who has not appeared for a long time, his nominal boss.

Maybe it's time to contact him again.

Just thinking of that indifferent guy, Sheng Qi's heart is still murmuring.

Sheng Qi is not sure whether he can get help, but he will try it after all. The increase in his power will not be a bad thing for him anyway.

To some extent, their interests are consistent.

There is no reason for him not to help himself.

If possible, Sheng Qi felt that he needed another teacher.

Not long after, a group of looting knights left the rolling hills and rushed towards the barren mountains.

Under the sacred oak, in the intricate underground tunnels.

A large number of corpses were collected from the ground by the rats, whether they were rats or half-elves, they would be sold as commodities.

The buyers were well-informed, and they arrived just after the war ended.

At the same time, their strength did not need to be doubted.

Because the ones who arrived were a group of guys who could compete with the senior rat priests for resources.

Temple guards.