As soon as this magic appeared, the entire battlefield instantly fell silent for a few seconds. The Snow Wolves thought it was an Elf move, so they became even more cautious, while the Elves were also bewildered. Their mana was now almost exhausted; no one could cast magic of this level anymore...
Max had more wounds on his body.
His body passed through the rain of arrows, constantly urging his beast origin power, his forehead beginning to faintly glow with red light.
His body, nearly exhausted, suddenly surged with a source of energy. He unexpectedly launched himself upward, snapping a thick branch made of vines and thorns. The Elf standing on it shooting arrows suddenly lost balance and fell.
Seeing two more giants appearing, tall enough to almost block out the sun, Max’s heart felt heavy.
He swung his claws to grab the falling Elf, who no longer had the mana to summon vines for movement, then returned to his clansmen’s side, watching the two giants warily.
Having not met for many years, he hadn’t expected the Elves’ combat power to increase so much. Max looked at the tired warriors behind him; except for Michael and Grass, everyone’s beast origin power was almost used up.
Spiritual power was also depleted. Pepsi held his bow and arrow, knowing clearly in his heart that with his ability, he could only persist in shooting one last volley of arrows. The Snow Wolves truly lived up to their reputation.
Peering through layers of obstacles, Pepsi saw another clansman captured, his heart almost exploding with rage.
Just when the strength of both sides was nearly exhausted, these two Natural Guards, summoned by who knows whom, were truly helpers falling from the sky.
The corners of his lips curled into a cold sneer, his arrow aimed straight at that hateful leading Snow Wolf: "Snow Wolf, release my clansmen."
The remaining Elves were also very tired but didn’t want to show weakness before their arch-enemies, trying to point their bows and staves at the Snow Wolves.
Kevin’s claws were being a bit disobedient, seemingly pierced by some kind of plant. The puncture wasn’t very deep, it was just that these Elves were too cunning; the summoned plants seemed to have toxins...
He was so uncomfortable he just wanted to raise his paw and lick it, but he couldn’t do that in front of the Elves. His eyes stared at them, both fierce and angry, almost developing killing intent.
"Max, these two..." Michael looked solemnly at the two giants, about to ask if Max still had strength.
He himself was about to reach his limit, though he could still move, but he feared the clansmen behind him had no strength left to fight.
The words reached his mouth, but Michael stopped halfway, his mouth gaping in surprise.
Kevin’s eyes widened, and he unconsciously said: "Have the Elves been beaten stupid?"
They only saw those two giants, under the secretly smug gazes of the Elves, extend their giant hands. Their bodies looked clumsy, but their movements weren’t slow; with just a few moves, they grabbed all the Elves standing on vines in mid-air into their hands.
"Who cast the magic! Are you crazy!"
An Elf roared in anger, trying to struggle free, but unfortunately, he had no mana left. Relying only on physical strength meant he could only scratch an itch for the giant...
Max’s eyes instantly flashed with light, simultaneously looking around hurriedly, his claws moving restlessly on the ground.
His reaction was so unusual, and there weren’t many people who could affect Max’s emotions like this. Michael and Grass immediately reacted, looking around the chaotic battlefield, and panic-stricken, began to search together.
"Over here, stop looking..." A weak voice came.
Max rushed out almost immediately upon hearing the voice. Next to the giant’s large, rough foot stood Arthur, and Eric was limp in his arms, raising a paw to wave at Max.
He breathed a sigh of relief, finally relaxing his suspended heart, and took Eric from Arthur’s arms.
Arthur unconsciously dodged slightly, but Eric in his arms couldn’t wait to jump into Max’s embrace.
It had been too rushed just now; after Max turned into a human, he had only hastily thrown on an outer coat. Eric rubbed against him a few times and touched his chest, immediately stopping his movements.
"Max, why did a fight suddenly break out? You scared me to death." Eric looked up and asked, his expression still showing shock.
Max gave Arthur a meaningful look, then lowered his head to gently stroke Eric’s messy fur:
"The Elves intruded into our territory. While they were claiming we colluded with humans to kidnap the Elf Prince, the fight started."
Eric said with disgust: "These Elves are truly unreasonable. Why would we steal their prince out of the blue? It’s not like he’s edible."
At this moment, the wind was calm and the waves were still; everything had settled down, so the conversation could be heard clearly.
The Elves in the air, hearing these words, naturally became furious. Pepsi twisted his body, struggling violently, trying to stick his head down to shout:
"You Snow Wolves kidnapped our prince and are still making sarcastic remarks here!"
On the way here, he had cast Natural Guards, and seeing other warriors in danger, he had cast several protective shields; Eric was now completely drained of mana.
He weakly raised his head, looking straight into Pepsi’s eyes through the gaps between the leaves:
"Pui pui pui, who wants your crappy prince!"
The Elves were so angry they struggled frantically, wishing they could jump down to confront Eric.
Eric understood the trick of scolding someone and then not letting them speak, frustrating them to death.
A thought flashed in his mind, and the giant’s hand closed tighter, making the space even more cramped.
Each hand of these two giants held two or three Elves. Along with the shrinking space, they were crowded until they were almost cheek to cheek.
Annoyed by their noise, Eric even used vines to tie each Elf’s mouth shut tightly.
"So tired, let’s take them back to the tribe. We’ve caught them, but how do we handle them? We can’t possibly..." Eric nuzzled into Max’s embrace, sighing helplessly.
He came from a peaceful era and still couldn’t give orders to kill people to silence them. Moreover, killing one batch would bring another, without end. It was better to ask them why they insisted on coming to the Hadu tribe to find that whatever prince.
Michael walked over slowly, smiling as he reached out to quickly pat Eric’s head, withdrawing his hand before it could be swatted away:
"I was wondering why these two big guys helped us; just now I thought the Elves created them. Sigh, I’m out of strength. At that moment, I was really afraid we couldn’t win. When did Eric learn such powerful magic?"
Eric proudly used his paw pad to pat Max’s arm:
"I just learned it in the past two days. Being pushed into a corner by them, I even had to chant a spell to cast it. Furthermore, it consumes a lot of mana; I’m completely out of energy now."