Zhao Fu pondered where he stood, then led his people toward the City Lord's Manor at the heart of the city. Before long, deathly qi surged forth as skeletonized elves clad in armor and wielding weapons charged at Zhao Fu's group.
Though these elf skeletons were not very powerful, there were an enormous number of them—tens of thousands. Carrying an ocean-tide aura of death, they surged toward Zhao Fu and his people.
Zhao Fu immediately gave the order. The eight hundred pigman soldiers at his side charged forward with overwhelming momentum. Though there were only eight hundred of them, as eight hundred Great Earth Realm experts, their presence was no weaker than that of the tens of thousands of elf skeletons rushing at them.
At the same time, Zhao Fu led the others into battle as well.
With a single sword slash, his immense sword force easily sent swathes of skeletons flying. Once they struck the ground, they shattered into piles of broken bones, and gray-green crystals fell out.
Zhao Fu noticed these gray-green crystals, but did not pay them much attention for the moment, as vast numbers of elf skeletons still remained to be slain.
Half an hour later, Zhao Fu and his people had dealt with the tens of thousands of skeletons.
Zhao Fu picked up the gray-green crystals as well. None of them were large, each only the size of a pinky fingernail. They felt icy cold, as if he were holding a piece of ice, and contained dense deathly qi. Elf Death Crystals was the name of these gray-green crystals.
Elves had originally been a race blessed by life, with lifespans somewhat longer than those of ordinary humans, and they worshipped the powerful Goddess of Life.
Life and death interacted with one another. In places where