The capital of the moon wheel, the capital of the San Hoon Empire, and the birthplace of the Elf Queen Affina I.
Selected by the elves as a place of revival that gives hope, it naturally has its unique natural advantages. She is located in the core area of the magic forest, the Forest of Falling Stars. With years of operation, she has built a large number of magic pools and magic traps.
As a child of nature, the forest has a very special meaning to the elves.
The dense forest has always been the most solid ally of the elves. Centaurs, forest dwarves, and natural creatures all live in the elves. In the forest of fallen stars, there are also the extremely rare moon spirits in this world.
They are elves, but they are not elves either. Only the strongest warriors and wizards of the elves can keep their souls in this forest when their lifespan is about to end. The forest itself is a special realm, a pure soul. It will be enveloped by starlight here, and eventually turn into a starlight undead warrior.
Well, according to the necromancer, this is an undead creature, but the elves think that it is another form of existence of the ancestor heroic spirit. I want to say... Isn't the heroic spirit still an undead creature!
They often appear suddenly in the dark, patrolling the borders of the forest, punishing those poachers and intruders, turning into starlight again in the moonlight, and their strength in the forest is amazing.
And this is just the regular defensive power of the Fallen Star Spirit...
In the past, the security of the Moon City was quietly carried out in the silent forest. Now, the tranquility here has been broken long ago, and there are busy scenes everywhere.
In the past, the forest that could only taste the moonlight and the sound of insects in the dark night has awakened. There are white-robed priests and druids escorted by guards everywhere. Amidst the hostility of the moon spirits, they have chosen each one with a long history. of towering trees.
The ancient vows and poems were repeated, and in the strange white brilliance, in the sway of the earth, countless pieces of mud and stone turned into dust, the tree man stood up, the roots turned into giant feet, and the crown of the tree turned into the top of the head. , In the entire forest, there are ancient war trees that can move and fight everywhere.
The whole forest came alive, and the towering tree people stood up one by one. They did not need anyone to command them, and they moved forward slowly with heavy steps, but the steps were heavy and vicissitudes, and their sighs were full of sorrow.
"...Even if we can survive the catastrophe, the Falling Star Forest will be finished."
The young white-robed Druizard looked at the powerful "giants", and the sound of their footsteps was enough to create an earthquake, but he himself shed tears.
A tree man who can transform into an ancient tree of war is equivalent to completing the evolution of intelligent creatures from plants. Even with the enlightenment of Druids, it is an old tree that has carried thousands of years.
Even if the years of the Forest of Falling Stars can be traced back to the era of the Elf Empire, considering the losses in the war, such old trees are limited. Now, the Druids and the natural sacrifices are summoned by an army of nearly ten thousand tree people. , Not to mention century-old trees, even the trees of those decades have been taken out and used.
The tree people summoned in this way are not only low in intelligence, but also impossible to become complete tree people. Without the supply of the earth, their lifespan will soon come to an end in advance, and such a loss will never be made up for.
Large tracts of forest are withering and dying. The act of extracting the power of nature to forcibly cultivate war tree people is obviously a violation of all natural teachings, and it is forcing this ancient forest to enter the apocalypse ahead of schedule. Many druids and natural sacrifices have flowed down. With tears in their eyes, I am afraid that even if they survived the catastrophe, they would be uneasy forever in their next life. Regression in strength is inevitable, and large-scale guilt and suicide are predictable.
Fortunately, this is the forest of the moon elves. If the wood elves live in symbiosis with the forest, I am afraid that they would rather perish the entire clan than force the forest to perish... But from another point of view, if it is a forest of wood elves, the ancient trees, The number of natural creatures is also large, and the fear of their life-threatening will make the forest take the initiative to fight for them, and there is no need to forcefully cultivate tree people.
In the large-scale battle sequence of the elves, the tree people and the ancient war trees are extremely important. The elves are rich in spellcasters and shooters, but even the well-known Silvermoon Ranger among the elves is more good at relying on agility. The Lord's fighting style, head-on to block the enemy's powerful arms, is very disadvantageous.
The lack of meat shields... or powerful cannon fodder, is an obvious defect of the elves since ancient times. This defect is not obvious in small-scale battles, but in the big battlefield, it is exposed time and time again, whether it is the extreme impact of human beings. The strong cavalry charge, or the bloody melee of the berserkers of the orcs, have caused the elves to be inexplicably penetrated the battle formation countless times.
All the soldiers in the front row fell, and the shooters and mages in the back row were just waiting to be harvested, no matter how powerful they were.
The elves are accustomed to using summoned creatures, vassal races, and tree people as meat shields, but the fighting power and will to fight of these cannon fodders are really worrying. The only reliable tree people and ancient war trees require a lot of resources and time. Cultivation, not to mention one less death, but also has the fatal disadvantage of extremely slow movement speed.
In the past wars, many enemies of the elves either moved the battlefield or bypassed the defense line of the tree people, easily ignoring the powerful defense capabilities of the ancient tree of war, but this time it will definitely be defensive warfare and positional warfare, the ancient tree of war Might be able to make a big difference.
But now that the moon elves are forcibly catalyzing the ancient tree of war, it also cuts off the war potential for hundreds of years in the future. Of course, if they don't give up, I am afraid there will be no future.
It is worth mentioning that due to the consistent policy of the moon elves, foreigners are not valued in their territory. Even the traditional vassal races, there are not many forest dwarf tribes in the forest, and the centaurs who can melee and remote are more. They are poor, and in the end they can rely on themselves.
If they were not in a desperate situation, they would not have committed the "crime" destined to offend all Druids and Wood Elves.
Suddenly, a mountain wall trembled, and the gray soil fell like raindrops. The next moment, the dark mountain wall turned into a black tree man covered in mud.
This tree man was several hundred meters high. As soon as he was born and started his domain, the entire sky was covered with dark clouds, and a storm started to fall.
Countless raindrops nourished his dry tree trunk, the mud all over his body was washed away, and the dark green sprouts grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The confinement pupils opened, but they were full of sad silver light.
"... 'Bulwark' Ai? Wasn't he mortally wounded in the Eternal Night War more than a hundred years ago? 'Dragon Iron Guardian', 'Anchor of Ain', why do they all wake up? They don't plan to live anymore ?"
With the cry of the elder tree man, Ai, the legendary tree people woke up from their long sleep and met their fate and end.
Druizard looked at the scene in disbelief. This was not a tree man who was forcibly catalyzed, but an elder who had been severely damaged in the past war. No matter how good a natural sacrifice could heal their pain, They can only continue their lives through long sleep, waiting for the day when the miracle comes, but now they are all awakened one by one, I am afraid that they also realize that the miracle did not come in the end, but the last moment came first.
"The Forest of Falling Stars is completely over..."
Hundreds of druids and priests surrounded him, and the green and white lights that symbolized healing flickered on the Elder Treant, but they could only help him temporarily extend his dying life.
"No! The elders won't be active for a long time. When they are awakened at this time, is the magic tide coming soon?"
Druizard looked up at the sky in disbelief. The dark midnight above his head had been broken, but the moonlight that guided the moon elf forward was blocked by dark clouds. Countless cracks appeared in the space, and those cracks were constantly spreading. The chaotic aura that brought destruction has already flowed out of it.
A wild wolf touched those breaths, and turned into a purgatory mad wolf covered in filth and sarcoma in the distortion, and rushed directly to its kin, and more chaotic breaths fell, and large swaths of beasts turned into dangerous purgatory monsters.
"The intel is true, the holy war has begun..."