Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

When one falls, a second, and a third follow.

Above the treetops, the composite bows of the elven archers are like the Book of Life and Death of the King of Hell; every muffled thud of the bowstring signifies the precise elimination of a demonic artillery turret.

The arrows tore through the air, precise and deadly.

In the blink of an eye, all the marked demon turrets, along with the tower shield demon soldiers wearing "corpse armor," were eliminated one by one in the extreme chaos.

Fendona stared blankly at all of this, then slowly turned her head to look at the man beside her who had just been cursing and giving orders with such composure.

Lin Mo grinned, revealing a set of teeth that looked exceptionally white amidst the smoke of gunpowder, and gave her a V-sign.

Become!

A textbook example of a perfect team fight!

"We...we did it?!" Fendona looked at this dramatic scene, her face filled with unbelievable joy.

Without the suppression of long-range artillery fire, the remaining demons were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

The morale of all the elves, suppressed to the extreme, exploded at this moment!

They no longer fought individually, but subconsciously executed a perfect coordinated tactic.

The earth mage continued casting spells, turning the ground beneath the demons' feet into a purgatory of mud and spikes, taking charge of controlling the situation.

The composite bow squad, positioned high above, conducted precise spot checks, eliminating any threatening mid- to high-level monsters.

The treant guards regained their footing, while the wood spirits chanted spells behind them to heal their wounds.

Meanwhile, the most numerous crossbowmen formed a network of metallic fire, frantically reaping the low-level monsters that attempted to break through the defenses.

In an instant, the menacing demon army was completely blocked at the entrance of that dark tunnel, unable to move an inch!

For the first time, the demons experienced the thrill of being "trapped in the fountain" and brutally beaten.

When the last heavily armored demon soldier who tried to fight back was shot in the head by Leon's arrow, a mournful and unwilling horn sounded from the demon army.

They abandoned the mountain of corpses and fled back to the entrance of their underground burrow in a sorry state.

The war... is over.

The surviving elves were stunned for a second, then erupted in thunderous cheers.

Many elves threw down their weapons, embraced their companions tightly, and wept with joy.

"We won! God! We actually won!"

"Hahaha, thank goodness! We survived!"

Fendona walked quickly to Lin Mo. She took off her helmet, her sweat-dampened silver hair sticking to her forehead, and her leather armor was covered in black bloodstains and scratches.

Her emerald green eyes glistened with tears as she gazed excitedly at Lin Mo.

"We...won..."

"Yes, we won." Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief, finally surviving.

Fendona spoke excitedly:

"Your Excellency, in every previous attack of this scale, we have suffered three to five times the casualties, paying with our lives to barely repel them."

"A victory like today's... a near-total triumph, this... this is a miracle!"

As she spoke, she could no longer control her emotions and burst into tears of joy.

Lin Mo was momentarily at a loss:

"Hey, hey, don't cry. Look at you, your makeup is all messed up from crying... Oh, you're not wearing makeup, that's okay then."

At this moment, a large group of elves excitedly surrounded them.

Master Eld, who was leading the group and was once the most stubborn old craftsman, now had his face flushed red with fanaticism and worship.

He walked up to Lin Mo and knelt down on one knee with a thud!

Lin Mo was startled:

"Holy crap? Get up! Why are you kneeling down?"

"Lord Lin Mo!" Elder burst into tears and hugged Lin Mo's leg tightly.

"You are not some traveler from another world! You are a saint sent by the Goddess of Life to save us!"

"It's walking holy light! It's a living miracle!"

Eld's actions were like a switch, instantly igniting the passion of all the elves.

The next second, Lin Mo was surrounded and completely overwhelmed by the frenzied elves.

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Please accept our humblest and most sincere gratitude!

Rare and exotic fruits, sparkling magical gems, fragrant wood carvings... they were all stuffed into his arms.

"My lord, this is a starstone passed down in our family for three hundred years!"

"My lord! Try these sweet berries I just picked! They enhance magic!"

"My lord! This is a grass ring I just wove! It repels mosquitoes!"

Forest

Mo's arms were stuffed full, and a handful of grass of unknown use was forcibly shoved into his hand. He felt like a walking trash can.

"Thank you, thank you everyone for your kindness..."

Before he could finish speaking, several bold elf girls, blushing, squeezed to the front, their pleasant fragrance wafting towards him.

Together, they carefully placed a wreath of fresh flowers around Lin Mo's neck.

Before Lin Mo could even exchange a few polite words, he felt several lewd hands reaching out from the crowd and groping him all over.

Lin Mo: "???"

"Holy crap! Who just grabbed my crotch?!"

Lin Mo felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had fallen into the Spider Cave of Tang Sanzang.

"Stop it, stop it, hey!"

Lin Mo was jostled and pushed around, his arms piled high with a jumble of things.

"Everyone! My fellow elves! Calm down! Everyone, please calm down!"

"I appreciate everyone's good intentions, but cultivating a personality cult is unacceptable! We must believe in science... no, I mean, believe in magic!"

He tried to break free, but found that more and more elves surrounded him, each with a fanatical expression on their face that said, "I want to have your babies."

"Fendona! Help me! Help me!" Lin Mo cast a pleading look at Fendona, the only one who seemed relatively normal.

Fendona blushed and pushed through the crowd, trying to help Lin Mo out of the predicament.

"Everyone...."

But before she could even open her mouth, she was interrupted by Master Eld with righteous indignation.

"Your Highness! Please do not disturb our gratitude to the saint!!"

"If it weren't for the Holy One, we might already be dead." Master Eld was now like a fanatic, his eyes shining.

"That's right! The Sage's wisdom will lead us to victory!"

Fendona was also at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated by the scene, and could only stand aside.

Watching Lin Mo being overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of his clansmen.