It's not an easy task to retreat in the midst of chaos.
The humans and elves launched a frenzied counterattack, with bullets harvesting lives indiscriminately.
In the end, the Dark Elves lost over seventy percent of their forces before they could safely retreat to the Dark Forest.
In this battle, the human and elf alliance achieved a great victory.
The greatest contributor was undoubtedly the sniper who never showed his face.
Back beside the Purple Wisteria Spirit Tree, everyone cleaned the battlefield, piling the corpses of the Dark Elves and the Black Beasts together for the elves to drag away later and for the Tree God to purify their fallen souls.
"Where is that sniper? I want to meet him."
The man in green clothes with a short beard looked around.
The others also turned their heads, their eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity.
What kind of person was that terrifying battlefield god of death?
