Chapter 2603： Ten thousand soldiers surrender

This is the unique personality of the elves. They are not good at rhetoric, nor will they submit to any power, but once they voluntarily submit, they will never have to worry about their betrayal one day.

After seeing the great elf king make an example, the eyes of many heroic spirits of the elf family became decisive, and then they no longer hesitated at all, and they turned into streamers and disappeared into their respective soldiers.

"Shhhhhh..."

I saw thousands of elf holy swords floating in the air, and the colorful lights turned into a dazzling beam of light, which surrounded Feng Yixiu in the center.

"These guys are really unkind, everything has a first come and then come!"

Seeing this, many grumpy real dragons and heroic spirits also began to scold in a low voice, and even let the elves and the gang take the lead!

The real dragons and heroic spirits, who realized it later, also moved. All the heroic spirits scrambled to be submerged into their respective weapons. It didn't take long for them, who had an absolute advantage in number, to squeeze out a position.

A golden holy feather appeared out of thin air in Feng Yixiu's hand, and with a swipe, he took out all the ancient relics that he had obtained these days, and said softly: "The time is almost there, go!"

These ancient remnants could not compete for the true dragon clan and the elves clan, so they could only wait for the opportunity on the periphery, without Feng Yixiu screening, and the weak ancient heroic spirits were naturally excluded at the outermost periphery.

"Gollum..."

The King of Wine-Swallowing looked up at the ancient remnant who filled the sky with an expression of disbelief, and whispered, "How did you do it? I've been here for a month, and I just conquered it..."

However, before the words could be said, the Ghost King of Wine Swallowing realized that he seemed to be talking too much, and subconsciously covered his mouth, wishing to slap himself twice.

"Brother Jiutun, my good brother, isn't that too interesting for you?" Feng Yixiu raised his brows slightly and shook his head in disappointment.

"Ben... I can't understand what you said." The Ghost King Jiutun turned his head away with a guilty conscience, not daring to look directly into Feng Yixiu's eyes.

"You're too chilling for eldest brother... Then I'll find it myself!" Feng Yixiu rubbed his hands and walked towards the wine-swallowing ghost king not far away with a smile.

This Ghost-Swallowing King has stayed in the core area of ​​Wanbing Tomb for such a long time. With his personality, it is absolutely impossible to provoke only the elves. There must be a lot of gains before that.

Although Feng Yixiu now says that the number of ancient soldiers he has is enough, it is inevitable that there will be excesses, and the quality is definitely not comparable to the ancient heroic spirits in the hands of the drunken ghost king.

"It's worth it... This uncle has really suffered from blood mold for eight lifetimes with your big brother. Not to mention giving my little brother something good, I have to try my best to loot it."

The Wine Swallowing Ghost King sighed helplessly, and immediately hugged the blood evil gourd behind him in his arms, hesitating for a long time before opening the bottle.

"Shhhhh..."

I saw the Ghost King of Wine Swallowing tightly holding the blood evil gourd with both hands, carefully tilting the blood evil gourd at a certain angle, and dozens of high-quality ancient relics were dumped out.

"Aiya... It's a shame that you are still a great hero of a generation, how stingy!" Feng Yixiu was quick-witted and snatched the blood gourd in his hand when the King of Wine Swallowing was not prepared.

"bang bang bang bang..."

Feng Yixiu directly turned the blood evil gourd upside down, and the ancient soldiers began to pour out like a torrent.

In a short while, all the hundreds of ancient relics hidden in the blood gourd were all poured out. Feng Yixiu looked at the high-quality ancient relics on the ground, and his eyes were full of gold stars, and his smile was even more incompatible. Close your mouth.

"Brother Jiutun, I didn't expect your blood gourd to look small, but it's quite capable of pretending!" Feng Yixiu rubbed his small hands and said with a smile.

The wine swallowing ghost king suddenly stretched out his hand to call back the **** gourd, squinted along the mouth of the bottle, and found that there was no handle left for him, he gritted his teeth and said: "Hmph... That guy from the big elf king also said that this uncle is a robber, I think you look more like me!"

"Don't be angry! We are good brothers. Money and treasures are all things outside the body. Besides, it's useless for you to hold these things. If it's a big deal, I will double compensation for you!" road.

"Forget it, forget it... I've been enjoying the fights these days, so I won't bother with you." The King of Wine Swallows waved his hand, and then said curiously, "But you haven't told me why you are doing this. How many ancient relics?"

Feng Yixiu didn't hide it either, his right hand was wrapped in a strange black mist, and the pitch-black magic sword condensed in an instant, explaining: "This is my awakened magic soldier, but you can see it, it's just a A prototype must absorb a full 10,000 Heroic Spirits before it can be fully formed."

"So that's how it is..." The Ghost King of Wine-Swallowing suddenly realized that he nodded and whispered: "No wonder you are so anxious, the matter of awakening the magic soldiers really can't be treated sloppily, you can absorb the heroic spirits, I will protect the law for you!"

"That's hard work for you!"

Feng Yixiu nodded lightly, then spread out his wings and quickly lifted into the air, and then slowly released the pitch-black magic sword in his hand.

The pitch-black magic sword trembled with excitement when it sensed such a large number of heroic spirits, and a monstrous magic light that was as pitch-black as ink shot straight into the sky.

"Boom..."

The terrifying pitch-black mist first burst open, and then began to shrink at an extremely fast speed, like a small black hole that devoured everything around it.

However, this huge attraction seems to only have an effect on the soul body, and has no effect on other entities.

Tens of thousands of ancient soldiers responded one after another, and the solemn and desolate atmosphere erupted like a huge wave, and the entire tomb of ten thousand soldiers was trembling.

I saw that the two magic swords closest to Feng Yixiu were the first to sense it. They were the elf holy sword and the golden dragon sword held by the great elf king and the golden dragon lady.

The two strongest heroic spirits almost simultaneously submerged into the pitch-black magic sword, and the original ancient remnants began to gradually dissipate in the air.

"Shhhhhh..."

After the two heroic spirit leaders were completely absorbed, the rest of the ancient heroic spirits dared to make a move, scrambling to move closer to the pitch-black magic sword.

The true dragon lineage and the elf lineage are still united, but no idle heroic spirits dare to fight with them, but when the heroic spirits of the two major races are almost absorbed, the remaining ancient heroic spirits began to compete fiercely.

Feng Yixiu did not stop the battle of these ancient heroic spirits, because this is the best way to screen out the strongest, and only in this way can the strongest magic soldiers be forged!