"What happened? My eyes!!"

Soon, the water elf felt something, struggled hard, and quickly surfaced out of the water. Tears and snot were left behind in a frantic manner, and he shouted for help. He looked miserable and collapsed to the extreme, as if he had been tortured.

"Sure enough! The pressure of our night elf hero Yumia far exceeds the power of dragons!"

"This pressure is simply too terrifying! The water has become a nightmare for water elves!"

At this time, the night elves cheered loudly and drove the boat again to fish out these water elves who were calling for help. Their noses and tears were pouring out on the board of the boat, like a twitching dead salted fish that was about to die.

Seeing this, she slowly put on her shoes, "It feels so good! The clean shoes are just different when worn. They were always sticky and full of sweat before, and she didn't even dare to take them off when sleeping. It seems that in the future, I will have to find a new one more often."

You just need a place to wash your shoes... By the way, just find a small basin and wash your shoes and feet regularly. The foot washing water is just enough to be put in a bottle to make explosive potions for the night elves."

"Let's go meet the leader of the water elves, Gilna."

After a while, she came to a salvaged water elf beauty.

She was twitching all over, lying on the deck and looking at the sky in confusion, her face full of disbelief, "Jilna, surrender, or die? Surrender and we won't kill you, we only need your ancient tree, hand over 30% of its energy, and

I will also protect your tribe."

Gilna was stunned, looking at this heroic and mysterious figure, the pressure that no one could resist, she couldn't help but smiled bitterly, "Do we still have a choice?"

"Bring them back to the tribe for healing."

Three days later, Gilna witnessed the strength and order of the night elf tribe.

Clothing weaving, iron forging, rules of order, delicious dishes, various potions, moon wells, and shops responsible for recording history and selling goods - ancient trees of knowledge, they call this: civilization!

"What delicious food." She looked at the night elf hero who was mingling with the elves and cooking continuously, and an uncontrollable feeling of admiration grew in her heart.

"Do you want to take a bath with me? I will heal your wounds." Yumia said.

"What is civilization?" Gilna was taking a bath, and Mumu was rubbing her back and healing her wounds with his hands.

"Civilization is order and the most powerful force in the world." Mumu said, while looking at Gilna with a perfect figure, she secretly whispered, "She is indeed the most beautiful woman in the water elves. Their patriarch is as gentle as water and very charming.

She is smart and strong, I like her very much, it was love at first sight, she will be one of my wives from now on..."

He has no thoughts about Xilin at all, and he treats her as a confidant and lovely sister, which is not the type he likes.

After another half month, the invasion of the wind elf tribe began.

The Wind Elf Tribe had heard the news of the Water Elf Tribe's fall and encountered strong resistance.

"Use bow and arrow, volley!"

"Don't let them get close!"

They began to fully understand that in close combat, there was no opponent with that kind of terrifying poison. Moreover, once the night elf Yumia got close, the terrifying pressure would be emitted, making people instantly feel hot all over and their eyes wide open.

Don't open your eyes.

Swish, brush, brush!

The wind elves tribe lived on the trees. They were condescending and fired arrows one after another. It took more than a month of protracted battle to capture them alive.

After all, even if the fifth-level Yumia takes action, it will be difficult to get close to the dense rain of arrows, and she will continue to be injured. Her greatest coercion will have no use.

After capturing the wind elves with great difficulty, they headed towards the light elves tribe. However, the light elves tribe was unexpectedly prepared.

They had already begun to train as elf warriors, giving up the melee combat of all elves and turning on the long-range bow and arrow mode. Now every elf is a very powerful archer.

"This is destined to be a long war. To capture the light elves, I'm afraid it will take more than a year." Yumia said.

She felt that none of these indigenous elves were stupid. They quickly reacted and understood not to engage in close combat, lest they be intimidated by her coercion.

Another year and a half later, they finally conquered the light elf tribe.

The Night Elf Tribe suddenly became one of the strongest tribes comparable to the Feather Elf Tribe, or even surpassed it. It actually controlled three ancient trees of life. Suddenly, the remaining nearby ancient elven trees were in danger, began to train archers, and gave up on melee combat.

"The Chronicles of the High Elves of Yumia" records:

[In the 132nd year of the Age of Creation, the elves were good at melee combat, and the epic night elf hero Yumia appeared. At this point, the elves became long-range archers, good at riding and shooting]

Even countless years later, historians from various countries are still studying and discussing this mysterious history.

"In the oldest era of ancient elves, elves were all good at melee combat? They liked to fight like barbarians? They were all elegant elves. It's hard to imagine that it wasn't until the appearance of Yumia that the entire course of history was changed?"

Some historians find it incredible.

A night elf, Yumia, transformed an elf race from melee combat to long-range combat, leading it to the other side of history.

"Today's elves have an endless stream of archers and archmages. They never get close to others. They are extremely elegant and good at guerrilla tactics. It turns out that they were the result of the horrific oppression from that time, and their talents were passed down from generation to generation."

"According to legend, Yumia, the ancient elf king, had such coercion that it was said to surpass the power of dragons. How terrifying is it? All the elves were forced to respond with bows and arrows. It is said that they cannot be looked at directly or heard.

Intangible... It feels so mysterious. If there is hope, I would like to go back to ancient times and experience that kind of coercion myself."

"Shh! Be careful, the walls have ears. As the great heroic elf king in the most ancient times, the great elf emperor who founded the 'High Elf Empire of Yumia', ancient times have passed and he is still alive today. As the warden, this existence,

Legend has it that the Watcher lives to this day and is still in the Nine Divine Realms, imprisoning the ancient ancestor of our human race, Irfan Stormrage, who once failed to live up to her existence."
Chapter completed!