Summer in the Misty Mountains always comes and goes.
Here, the temperature for at least half of the year is defined as winter, and the next half of the year is divided between spring and autumn. Only at certain times, the sun will spread its light and heat without hesitation. on this land.
As a result, the ice and snow will melt, a short flood season will come, and many temporary streams will be formed in the mountains.
Fang Senyan inserted his hand into the extremely cool stream in front of him, the coldness seemed to penetrate straight into the bone marrow, and he splashed snow water on his face a few times. A natural spell: Detect Poison appeared on the finger of Annel Alsophila next to her, and she nodded in satisfaction as she saw the unchanged spell light:
"The water source here is not polluted, Lord Guardian."
Fang Sheyan took a few sips of the clear stream water, and the drops of water left between his fingers flowed across his neck like ice threads and flowed into his chest. The ground trembled slightly, and the huge tree man, Mr. When he reached the lower reaches of the stream, he stepped directly into the water with his heavy feet, and nonchalantly tore off the spears, stone axes, etc. embedded in the wooden body.
Mr. Farrell smiled like a child, and lay down directly in the middle of the stream below, allowing his body to fully absorb the water. The hands of several elves shone with emerald green healing spells, so his body The scars on it were rapidly healing, and the huge treant said in a low voice:
"There are still so many of these dirty Orcs in the Misty Mountains."
Elder Dixie Xugen looks quite old, his beard and hair are all white, but his dress is quite avant-garde, it can be said that he is always at the forefront of mainland fashion. He looked at the distance and said bitterly:
"Every time we find enough people to come out, these half-orc bastards will escape without a trace, but once we are short of people and want to go deep into the Misty Mountains, we will provoke a large number of these guys! According to our speculation, This has a lot to do with the effective command of the orcs distributed among them."
The group of people rested for half an hour before setting off. Just after turning over a hill, Fang Senyan suddenly smiled and said:
"Now I really hope that these half-orcs will come a little more. Now that I kill these guys a little more, the pressure in my next plan will be much less. Franklin, what does your illusion do to us now? use?"
After Franklin was released from prison, he was not too busy looking for Mr. Wright, who led the team back then, to find the mission. Instead, he wisely came directly to Sheyan and the others. It happened that Sheyan also realized the sense of crisis at this time. , so the two hit it off and brought him along.
After listening to Sheyan's question, Franklin immediately knew that this was a test similar to an interview, so he said seriously:
"It depends on which aspect you want me to focus on. I can use illusion to confuse the half-orcs, making it difficult for them to find the right target, and at the same time use illusion light to strike the enemy. It's just that the accompanying elves Although they are strong, I noticed that most of them are mainly long-range attacks, so I think what the team lacks is the filler that can charge forward."
"That's right." Fang Sheyan looked down the hillside again at this time, and a large group of half-orcs kept coming, and began to gather under the leadership of the strong orcs, ready to attack: "Then what is your plan?"
Franklin didn't answer, obviously planning to act directly, he raised the staff he just got with both hands, and then chanted a long and obscure incantation, it can be seen that the target of his spell was the giant treant Mr Rael.
Amidst Franklin's chanting, thick white mist began to float out of Mr. Farrell, the giant tree man, but the person involved didn't feel anything unusual.
The thick white mist rolled very quickly, and soon began to condense in the open space next to the giant treant, Mr. Farrell, and finally formed a thick and dense giant cloud, which looked similar in size to the treant.
After about ten seconds, Franklin's spell ended, and the white mist began to drift away. Next to the giant tree man, Mr. Farrell, a giant tree man who looked exactly like him appeared again!
Franklin wiped off his sweat and said proudly:
"The vitality and defense of this phantom of mine are exactly the same as Mr. Farrell's, but the normal attack power has been weakened to 33%, and it can only inherit Mr. Farrell's passive ability, and cannot obtain its active ability. cannot be cured."
Sheyan's eyes brightened and he said:
"So how long can it last?"
Franklin said:
"Thirty minutes, the higher my intelligence is, the longer it will last, because the giant tree man Mr. Farrell is very powerful, so after I copy it, I can no longer use any abilities related to illusions. "
"Understood." Sheyan said: "Then can this ability of yours be used on contractors?"
"No problem. But it has to be cooperated by the person who created the illusion." Franklin said.
At this time, the half-orcs under the hillside had already started to charge, and Mr. Farrell, the giant tree man, simply pulled up a tree from the side, held it in his hand dripping with dirt and rocks, and strode to the edge of the hillside.
And the illusion created by Franklin has directly blocked Mr. Farrell, and simply swallowed the first wave of attacks from these half-orcs-there are many ignited spears, burning axes, etc. in these attacks. Treants have extra damage, but illusions don't care about that.
The elves also started to attack. Every elf is a natural archer. There are even green branches and leaves on their longbows. It looks primitive, but it is exquisite. The tips of the arrows they shoot are more than a foot long. The long light green light, once injected into the body of the half-orc, the light will grow violently like roots, pinching into the muscles and internal organs, causing extra pain.
Anel Cyphila spinulosa is waving his staff, and he can feel that he is mobilizing the natural forces around his body. After these originally vibrant energies converge on his staff, they become more vigorous. A light cluster formed on the top of its staff.
Once a strong orc dares to enter his range, the light cluster at the top of the staff will emit a gentle white light, which seems to be injected into the strong orc's legs, and then, you can actually see that strong orc. The orc's legs grew strangely and swelled! It's like accelerating the secondary development! During this process, the whole body is still in a normal state, so in the end, it is often the orc's legs that grow beyond the limit of the body, and the flesh and blood splatter and explode, which is very miserable!
This ability of Annel Cyphilia spinosa can be said to have deliberately strengthened the ability of healing in another direction. As a result, it was originally an ability to save people, but it turned into a terrifying ability to kill and injure people! From this, it can be seen that Anel Cynthias spinosa is indeed an outlier among the elves. His thinking is often unimaginable and unique. No wonder Fang Senyan's sun ladder gave him a strong inspiration.
Obviously, half-orcs and strong orcs also belong to the subordinates of the Dark King, so Sheyan and the others found that even if these friendly troops killed these creatures, they could also get fate points, but the number was very small, ten half-orcs only Can get a little fate points, a strong orc can get a little fate points.
If they killed it with their own hands, the half-orc would give one fate point, and the orc would give ten points.
Although the elves' offensive was fierce, the number of orcs still had an absolute advantage after all, and they quickly rushed to the top of the hill.
At this time, Mr. Farrell, the giant tree man, suddenly raised the "stick" in his hand, and then swept it violently!
The illusion created by Franklin absorbed most of the long-range damage instead of Mr. Farrell, so at this time this powerful treant was still fierce. The trunk he swung was seven or eight meters long. , at least a dozen orcs were danced and smashed into the air, and fell down the hillside. The last point of the trunk hit the hillside, forming a terrifying explosion crater. The orcs near the explosion crater were all bloody and bloody Died horribly.
At this time, Sheyan saw that the half-orcs coming from below were still continuous, like a tide, he suddenly said:
"Attention, I am going to use the ability bestowed on me by the Supreme God."
Sheyan's words were addressed to the elves. Among them, Mr. Farrell, the tree man, was the most curious one, because he had heard those elves talk about Sheyan's ability to be a virus king before. Come here, maybe I didn't say that I wanted to see something.
"3, 2, 1." Fang Sheyan counted down slowly, and then activated the ability of the Virus King, and the ghostly illusion of the plant sun ladder appeared behind him again. Like the tide of time, the invisible halo of the virus quickly spread in all directions!
At this time, there was a loud "boom", and the ground was shaking slightly. It turned out that Mr. Farrell, a huge tree man, had all the branches and leaves rustling all over his body, and his heavy knees suddenly fell to his knees. When he landed on the ground, the tree trunk he was carrying also fell to the ground with a "bang", and the expression on his wooden face was shockingly frightened and distorted:
"Why, why is there such a plant!! Impossible, this feeling ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh