The Rise of the Cemetery

(This is a big reward for making up for "Eternal Existence and Immortality", and I still owe one update)

Compared with the Ancient Trees of War, Ancient Trees of Wind, Ancient Trees of Knowledge, Ancient Trees of Miracles, and Ancient Trees of Life carefully cultivated by the Druid Holy Land, the treant army in front of us is still very immature. not on.

The Deadwood Guardian is the advanced form of the tree man after maturity. Not only is his body covered with bark that is as old and hard as steel armor, but he also has two natural spells, "tree skin technique" and "group root and fiber entanglement". Department of magic immunity. However, the torso of the temporarily spawned treant is still very fragile, and there is only a single "root winding", which will undoubtedly weaken a lot in terms of combat power.

But a big guy is a big guy, and their average size of about 10 meters alone makes them the most eye-catching new force as soon as they play.

The slow-moving treants held the same thick and strong "wooden sticks" in their hands, and a single stick could smash a large area. Whether it was flesh and blood or skeletons, they were all reduced to minced meat under this extreme violence.

"Boom boom boom..."

The dull tremors of the earth never stopped, and every time the wooden stick fell, the high-level fighters in Yinfeng City couldn't help their souls jumping wildly, full of horror.

These Ents are too violent. When encountering an opponent, first a root tendril entangles the opponent, and then slowly raises the wooden stick and smashes it down, completely ignoring the opponent's attack during the whole process.

A few blood-sucking earls who were too protruding were smashed into meat paste by them, and the only achievement of the blood-sucking earl was to draw a few not deep and not shallow sword marks on the opponent's body. After these blood-sucking counts were resurrected by their companions, they teleported away from the treants in a panic, never daring to approach them again.

And another tragic victim was a level 10 necromancer who was about to advance to the clone of the god of death. Its huge body of more than 4 meters high turned into a dwarf in front of the treants, and was surrounded by three or five treants in a frenzied group fight. Even though it fought hard, it still couldn't resist the opponent's extreme violence in the end, and finally hissed to the sky and turned into ashes on the ground.

Although the death touch of the undead also caused great damage to the tree man, causing the huge wound on its wooden body to spray out a large green juice, but this did not affect the tree man's continued fighting.

In terms of long life force alone, Treant is the top existence among natural creatures.

With the rampage of the treants, the blood-sucking counts who had faintly ruled the ground battlefield just now began to retreat step by step. So the center of the war shifted back to the city wall of bones, where it fell into terrible anxiety.

The clouds of death blasted from the war towers and battle castles made the branches and vines of many treants withered and brittle, but they could not completely incapacitate them from fighting. The tree man stood in front of the city wall of bones, and it was hearty to smash it with a thick wooden stick, and even the hatred like a bloated meat mountain couldn't hold back their rage.

All the cemetery mercenaries guarding the city wall were thrown into disarray by the wooden sticks and hid in places. The scene was chaotic for a while.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a large number of druids transformed and rushed to the top of the city, turning into earth bears and night sabers one after another, disrupting the defense line of the cemetery.

The acting city lord Kalu who was squatting in the command hall was so angry that he almost went berserk, jumping up and down and cursing non-stop, so he planned to fight the enemy himself. And he was finally stopped by another acting city lord, the ice lich Plataya.

"If the front line needs support, then I will go! You are a melee hero, and you will suffer a lot when fighting with these thick-skinned treants. It's not as effective as my long-range spells. Inform Moros If he doesn't show up again, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to keep the enemy out of the city."

With a cold face and a warm heart, Plataya bowed his head and murmured a few words, notifying the group of old subordinates who had been following him, and then took the Lich's personal guard of nearly 30 people onto the battlefield.

But Kalu turned his head and ran into the mage tower in a panic, and personally went to invite the former boss - Moros, the ghost dragon.

Riding the huge bone dragon Guli, the ice lich Plataya flew to the top of the bone city.

First, a large-scale frost star smashed down, coating all jungle creatures within a range of nearly 200 meters with a layer of light blue frost, slowing down their movements. Surrounded by five high-ranking Lich, Plataya began to chant the powerful and evil Prayer of the Dead loudly.

Echoing the mage tower at the rear, Plataya completed the magic chanting that usually takes half an hour in a short period of time. When the powerful power of ice gathered between the two bone hands of Plataea, the high-ranking spellcasters in the entire field couldn't help but watch the every move of this ice lich from afar in fear.

With such a powerful magic power, even if a 19th-level Fandral wise man resisted, he would probably lose his skin if he didn't die.

After all, this is the home ground of the cemetery. With the increase and assistance of the mage tower, the level 16 Plataya's combat power is not much inferior to Fandral's.

With a sharp "Liang Quexa" shout, the Ice Lich finally finished reciting the last magic spell. The extremely powerful ice power was shaped and condensed in his hands, and turned into frost spears, which rained down on the treants raging on the city.

After all, the temporary tree man did not have the high magic resistance and physical resistance of the dead wood guard. Under the extreme blow of this magic power, tree debris collapsed and branches broke. Soon, their torsos were pierced by frost spears, and they turned into crystal ice sculptures and froze in place.

Too ferocious magic power, even if they use a thick wooden stick in their hands to block it, it will not help, they can only die tragically one by one.

With just one blow, Plataya killed 17 treants with his own strength, and wounded and disabled 5 of them. As for the jungle creatures and druids who were accidentally injured by being too close to the treant, the sum also exceeded three digits.

Even a sixth-level high-level druid standing on the tree man's shoulder became one of the dead.

And taking advantage of this opportunity of the other party's severe loss of momentum, several cemetery mercenary teams jumped off the top of the city. Yuan added two more points.

And at this moment, an equally tall and majestic figure appeared in Yinfeng City, and entered everyone's sight with solid and heavy steps.

The same wooden body, the same fluttering tree whiskers, the same anthropomorphic facial features... There is also a treant in Yinfeng City!

However, unlike the treant outside the city, the treant on the undead side has a pale and withered torso. There is no trace of green in the whole body, but it is filled with a strong breath of death. It is the withered treant transformed from the ancient war tree. .

On the shriveled canopy of the withered tree man, a strange druid who was also pale and shrouded in a strong lifelessness was silently casting spells there.

When the withered tree man came to the city gate and guarded it firmly, the fallen druid's spellcasting could be completed. A gray-white withered halo casually spilled out, covering the three trees who were still in good condition in front of the city.

As soon as the halo entered the body, the three treants couldn't help roaring upwards in pain. The green canopy withered and withered visible to the naked eye, and even the tough and strong torso burst into countless cracks, from which thick green juice flowed out. According to the perception of the druids, the vitality of the three treants had dropped by half, and they were on the verge of death.

"Damn it, they are the enemies of nature, the enemies of life!"

An archdruid couldn't help exclaiming when he witnessed this scene, and quickly saw through the other party's appearance to see through its true essence.

"This is a distortion of nature, this is a blasphemy against life! We purify them after all!"

"Purge them"... "Purge them"

An overwhelming sound burst out from the druid team.

Every druid can clearly perceive that the withered treant and fallen druid who suddenly appeared on the stage were completely created using the bodies of the ancient war tree and the death druid. This is definitely a great insult and blasphemy to the extremely friendly druids.

In an instant, the entire druid team erupted with the greatest berserk combat power, turning into falcons and violent bears one by one, and crazily rushed towards this hateful undead who had desecrated the body of their companions.

The wise man Fandral, commanded by Yuzi, also changed his face drastically.

Although the other party's desecration of the druid's corpse made him grit his teeth, what shocked him even more was the reckless actions of the druid under him.

Although the druid group has many natural spells and wild transformations, it can fight, resist and replenish. It is a panacea rank that is suitable for any position on the battlefield. But after all, the tactics are monotonous and the body is weak. Once the enemy ambushes in a targeted manner, I am afraid...

I don't know whether to say that Fandral is a crow's mouth, or to lament that the battlefield will always be the curse of what you fear more and more.

Just when a large number of druids transformed into bodies and rushed towards the withered tree man, this tall and majestic taboo life suddenly raised its right foot and stomped hard on the ground under its feet.

The violent earthquake made all the melee druids almost lose their balance. And within 30 meters around the withered tree man, the black soil was rolled and broken everywhere, and the thick and scary roots covered with thorns coiled up, killing all the big, small, bears, and leopards. They were all firmly bound in place, unable to move.

"Group roots entangled"

At almost the same moment, countless druids exclaimed.

This largest group control spell that originally belonged to the druid side was actually issued from the hands of the enemy, and it controlled so many druids.

What the hell is this shit!

But on the battlefield, everything is always used to the extreme, and there is no chance for them to curse and regret!

While the withered tree man had completed the entanglement of the group's roots, his big withered hands covered with annual rings raised slightly, and the huge withered fire burned along the roots to the druids who were still struggling.