"Captain DeWitt, how long will it take us to get down the mountain?" Too tired, Abel bent over carefully and walked to DeWitt's side, walking with him and asking.
Upon hearing this, DeWitt looked up at the sky. Estimated the time and replied: "Captain Abel, there are still about two hours before we can walk out of the border of the tree man's territory."
"Two more hours?" Abel sighed, "I didn't expect it would take so long to avoid the tree man."
Ever since the scouting team entered the treeman's territory, they kept crawling forward. It has been three hours now, and only about two-thirds of the way down the mountain has been completed.
Even the soldiers of Calradia, who had heavy training tasks on weekdays, were unable to bear the burden of advancing on the ground in such a humid jungle. Not to mention the long-range elf mage who doesn't pay much attention to physical fitness on weekdays.
"If you can successfully escape the tree people, it will be worth it." Claremont said from the side.
A group of people walked forward in silence for nearly half an hour.
DeWitt, who was at the forefront of the team, suddenly frowned and stopped advancing.
"That's weird," DeWitt said.
Claremont's complexion also became tense, and he asked DeWitt, "What's wrong? Captain DeWitt."
"We should have been going in circles," DeWitt replied heavily.
"How?" Abel leaned over and asked, "We went the wrong way?"
"Look at the sky." DeWitt pointed to the sky and explained: "Although the surrounding scenery has no overlapping impression. But the shadows cast by the sun will not deceive people. We should be the fans who walked into the trees. It's in the formation."
Abel looked up, and indeed found some incongruities in the sunlight shining on the forest, with a sense of spatial distortion.
When the soldiers heard the conversation between the three, they also started talking.
Everyone became cautious, retracted the distance from each other, and hugged each other.
"It was discovered. Shall we run quickly?" A young and hoarse voice echoed in the sky above the forest.
The soldiers' discussion stopped abruptly.
In the silent atmosphere, another strange voice suddenly appeared: "What are you running, it's too embarrassing."
"Who! Get out!" DeWitt yelled.
But the only response to him was silence.
After a while, a breeze passed through the woods, and the red leaves in autumn also rattled.
"It's too presumptuous to ask someone's name on someone else's site." A middle-aged man in his thirties came out from behind the woods. He has a very muscular figure, and the brown blood vessels on his neck protrude with his voice.
"This is the tree man. It really looks like an ordinary human being." A soldier standing at the end of the line whispered.
"It's not like. The humanity of ordinary human beings will produce a special smell on their bodies. But this tree man has a breath that I have never smelled before." A man standing next to the soldier The elf soldier whispered back.
"Is there another companion of yours?" DeWitt stood at the forefront of the team, stepped forward and asked.
"That kid is too timid. He has already gone back." The tree man replied calmly.
Claremont pursed his lips, walked to DeWitt and whispered, "I should have gone back and called the tree man."
"I can hear you all." The tree man said easily, "What you said is not impossible, but I still hope that before the people he called arrive, you will have been beaten to the ground by me and turned into Nutrients in the soil."
"Are you kidding? You want to take care of all of us alone?" Abel clenched his fists and rushed forward and said angrily.
"Almost." The tree man nodded and affirmed: "Although the quality of your nutrients is not very good, it is still good to water the flowers and plants beside the fence in our territory."
All the warriors were enraged by what the tree man said.
Claremont whispered to DeWitt: "It will be even more troublesome when the rest of the tree people come. Captain, let's hurry up and settle the battle quickly."
"Okay." DeWitt stared at the tree man standing opposite him, looking at the tree man with a mocking expression on his face. Gritting his teeth, he said, "All fighters are ready for battle."
The Calradian warrior threw the baggage on his back on the grass beside him, and took out his weapon from the scabbard.
Walk in front of the tree man and surround him heavily.
"You really forgot where you are and who I am." The tree man opened his arms.
His nails became sharper and gradually turned into the shape of tree branches.
"Kill!" DeWitt commanded.
"Kill!" The soldiers yelled and rushed forward.
The tree man looked around, raised his right hand, and cut a wound on his neck.
The moment the soldiers crowded in front of him, the tree man's entire body turned into a scrap of dirt.
It fell scattered on the leaf-covered ground.
"What?" The frightened soldier couldn't help but ask.
"Back!!" Claremont yelled.
At the same time, many arms and torsos made of wood protruded from the ground, grabbing the ankles of the soldiers who gathered together. Fall with it.
The strength of its arms made the soldiers who tried to break free feel that their femur bones were about to be torn alive.
DeWitt and others rushed forward and helped the soldiers in trouble cut off the entangled branches with their swords.
"The land is the source of my strength, and I am in charge of everything it bears." The tree man's voice sounded in everyone's ears.
"Damn it." DeWitt said to Abel with an angry look on his face, "We can only attack with fire."
Abel nodded. Go to the front of the elf soldiers and summon the fire elf soldiers.
"You have made our soldiers like this, and this beam has been settled. Then we have nothing to be polite about." Abel raised his head and declared war.
"Come and try." The tree man appeared in front of everyone again, several times taller than before. The skin also tends to be transparent, and its green blood can even be seen flowing rapidly in the blood vessels.
The mage of the elves stepped forward with firm eyes and summoned his spell.
Dark red flames filled their bodies.
A wave of heat surged around them centered on them.
"That's it?" The tree man shook his head disdainfully and said.
"Can't you?" The elf mage standing in the center of the five-person queue narrowed his eyes and said, "Or do you like this better?"
At this moment, the atmosphere in the arena changed suddenly. The flame on the mage who opened the mouth changed from dark red to creamy pure white at a speed visible to the naked eye.
(end of this chapter)