This is a strange sound wave that is difficult for ordinary people to perceive.
When it reverberated in the surrounding forest, the two tall ancient trees on the edge of Rutheran Village suddenly had a slight movement.
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A long and old strange sound echoed in the forest, and the two huge ancient trees with a height of seven or eight meters suddenly shook their bodies, and a human-like face appeared on the wrinkled and shriveled trunks.
"Yes... who... is... who... woke up again... I... you little elves, can't you let me sleep a little longer?" An ancient tree shook its body and struggled to lift its roots. He had to pull it out of the soil, muttering and muttering.
It started speaking very slowly, as if it hadn't fully woken up from its deep sleep. But when it stood up tall with its club, its speech rate finally returned to normal.
"Hey, where did these little bugs come from... how come there are so many?"
Looking around with the face emerging from the middle of the trunk, the two dryads finally realized something was wrong.
What kind of troublesome little bug is this... This is a terrible bug plague!
The two tall tree spirits shook their bodies, shaking off the black insects that were crawling everywhere on their torsos, then raised their thick wooden legs made of countless roots and roots, and trampled down hard. go down.
Boom boom boom boom.
There were four dull sounds of wooden piles hitting the ground, and the thick legs covered with circles of wooden texture forcibly trampled countless insects to death. When the two dryads raised their feet again, the wide flat feet were covered with dripping purple-black blood sauce and foul-smelling insect juice.
"Enemy... Enemy... Destroy the enemy..."
The two tree spirits roared angrily, striding forward while attacking the swarm with all their might.
And the direction they are going in is the place where the tree flute sounds!
Bliss the Worm Witch silently hid in a corner of the battlefield, watching everything that happened on the battlefield from a distance with his strange compound eyes. If you add the Euglena lingering in the forest, the entire Rutheran village within a radius of 5 miles is under his strict surveillance.
As a worm witch, he doesn't have the vulgar taste of other wizards who like to visit the scene in person and enjoy the pleasure of fisting to the flesh. For him, everything in front of him is just the last struggle of the prey before being served on the dinner plate.
He is enjoying a gluttonous feast, and these are just his blood!
There is no need for him to compete with a group of 'food' destined to be devoured in order to show his personal bravery, and the only thing he needs to do is to wait... for the food to be baked just right before being swallowed by him in one bite.
Looking at the two tree spirits standing upright and wading a bloody road among the insects, Billis couldn't see the slightest anxiety and heartache on the insect heads hidden in the shadow of the trees. His purple compound eyes shone brightly in the dark, and he was manipulating and directing the swarm of insects in a unique way.
Along the way, he has successively destroyed countless animals and magical beasts in the two elven villages and the magic forest. It was nourished by their flesh and blood that Billis pulled up the astonishing army of Zerg in front of him.
However, even at this moment, he already had a terrifying insect army of 150,000 insects under his command, but he still hadn't reached his limit. With his current strength, even if he doubles the size of the insect army in front of him, he can perfectly control them in his hands.
Where is the evolutionary path of the worm witch
Nobody knows.
Strengthening the body may be a means to turn him into a terrifying and ferocious war insect, possessing the joy of wanton killing on the battlefield. But doing so will also put the ontology in the most dangerous situation all the time. With Billis' character, he obviously doesn't like to show his face, let alone any personal honor or disgrace.
Therefore, he chose the evolutionary path of strengthening the swarm without hesitation!
In this way, he can control more insect swarms, and can also endow some insects with unique fighting abilities. And as the swarm kills and evolves, he, the lord of the swarm, will unknowingly become more powerful. And more importantly, due to the countless clones, he is almost immortal.
As long as the Swarm is alive, he will never die.
For Billis, this is actually what attracted him the most!
And this evolutionary path is undoubtedly the most in line with his personality.
As the lord of the swarm, no matter how much these low-level insects were damaged, he would not frown slightly. The only thing that can affect his mind are those war insects with strange fighting abilities.
The war insects evolved from the original black beetle to the later stinging scorpion, and then evolved from the stinging scorpion to the current demonized mantis, and their attack power has also doubled. On the high tree hall platform in the distance, three demonized praying mantises formed a combat team, and they had already chased and killed the two high-level elves in a panic, and their lives were hanging by a thread.
At this moment, seeing that the two tree spirits were also planning to enter the arena to rescue the elves, the worm witch Billis secretly gave the order.
Within the canopy of the tall ancient tree, a long string of phantoms pulled up by black lightning bolts were encircling the two tree spirits from all angles.
The huge swarm of insects is indeed a huge deterrent to the weak elves. But when they are facing tall and straight tree spirits with thick skin and long blood, it is difficult for the swarm of insects to cause fatal damage to them in a short period of time.
So when the two tree spirits walked towards the elves with heavy steps that shook the ground, one step at a time, the bloody pits were trudging towards the elves. On their bodies, countless insects swarmed up and gnawed away at the hard armor of the bark.
However, the swarm also suffered heavy casualties under the counterattack of the dryad!
The two tree spirits who were striding forward suddenly stopped, raised Su Mu's fluttering face, and stared nervously at the black figures that were approaching rapidly.
Different from the swarm of bugs around them, these strange war bugs are the ones who can really cause them terrible damage, so they can't help being nervous!
According to the division of biological ranks in the wizarding world, the treant fighters in the elf kingdom should belong to the first-level advanced strength, and the deadwood guard should belong to the second-level elementary strength. As for the dryads who have not yet advanced, they belong to the quasi-witch level.
But such a one-size-fits-all division is difficult to truly reflect the real combat power of various strange creatures in the high magic world.
Take the dryads in front of us as an example, they are still in their infancy, and have not crossed the first threshold of advancement in life. But judging their overall strength, with the title of Quasi-Witch, they can easily defeat a small team of Tier 1 sword dancers or elf shooters.
Therefore, for the two tree spirits, Billis the Worm Witch didn't underestimate or underestimate them, and sent out as many as sixteen demonized praying mantises as soon as he made a move.
The 1.5-meter-long demonized mantis looks inconspicuous in front of the 8-meter-high giant dryad like a bean sprout next to a potato. But these sixteen bean sprouts are all covered with fangs and sharp mouths, as well as that dreadful sickle.
Sixteen demonized praying mantises turned into sixteen black lightning bolts, circling the two tree spirits. Once they seized the opportunity, they would pounce on the dryad from behind, and use their pair of huge jagged scythe forelimbs to chop the sawdust off the dryad's skin, splashing the sap.
The two tree spirits hummed in a low voice, circling around in place, waving the tough tree vines coiled around their bodies with their big wooden hands, and whipping the black figures hard.
It's a pity that with their slow and clumsy movements, even if the insect blood from the insect swarm is splashed and the carapace is scattered, they can't hurt those demonized praying mantises in the slightest. And their random shots also exposed more of their own weaknesses.
Sixteen demonized praying mantises circled around the two tree spirits like a revolving lantern, pounced on them from time to time, and hacked a few times. Then wait until the opponent raises the tree whip, and then quickly flap their wings to escape their attack range.
After almost a quarter of an hour, the tough tree armor of the two dryads was already scarred, with criss-crossing and terrifying scratches everywhere, many of which had been cut through the tree armor, directly hurting the dryad's body.
One of the two dryads showed a determined look on his wrinkled and chapped face, and he raised his thick right foot and stomped down fiercely.
With a muffled bang, the whole earth began to tremble slightly.
The tree spirit roared to the sky. Under the urging of the huge vitality in the body, the right foot, which was originally entangled and condensed by countless tree roots and root hairs, inserted into the soil, and then turned into thousands of snake-like roots again. beard, digging in all directions.
With a few fingers down, within 20 meters around the dryad, the ground cracked, the soil rolled, and countless roots protruded from the ground, tightly binding all living creatures on the ground.
This included countless insect swarms and three magic mantises that were too late to fly.
"Galul, you go, take the elves away... Leave this place to me!" The tree spirit growled angrily, urging his companions to leave quickly.
The other tree spirit looked back at the companion who chose to make the sacrifice with a sad face, and finally turned and walked towards the elf tree house.
It is extremely tall, and it only needs to stretch out its arms to rest on the ancient tree, and the elves on it can jump vertically into its luxuriant tree crown with fluttering wood whiskers.
At this time, the climbing black insect swarm had already forced the elves to the height of the canopy of the ancient living tree. There they reluctantly cling to the last piece of pure land.
Less than half an hour after the battle started, there were only twenty or so of the sixty-seven elves left.
The rest were either brought down by the demonized praying mantis and dragged into the swarm of insects, or stumbled and fell down the ancient tree, engulfed by the swarm of insects and disappeared. In short, there is more luck than good for everyone!
So when they suddenly saw the dryad coming to rescue, they all jumped into the canopy of the dryad, and then escaped from the ancient elf tree that was about to be engulfed by the black swarm.
After the only remaining tree spirit took over the elf, it waved its whip and both hands to drive away the coiled demonized praying mantises, and trudged through the dense swarm of insects to the depths of the forest.
And behind its lonely figure, the tree spirit who chose to stay behind has fallen silently.
The shouting and killing all the way, the fighting all the way, began to gradually extend to the distance...