Green Monster Epic

Chapter 862 Ancient Tree

On the Coldwind Heights, Matron Mother Penile and the other matrons, including Lillian, had all restrained their usual flirtatious expressions, their faces solemn as they gazed north.

Several miles away from the city, the elven legions that had been fighting the drow army for a month or two finally welcomed their reinforcements.

The vanguard legions, which had suffered considerable losses in the continuous battles, now had the support of fresh forces, and their dispirited morale was swept away, replaced by a surging killing intent that soared to the sky.

"Our days ahead won't be easy!"

A cold light shone in Penile's eyes, and for once, her words lacked sarcasm and provocation.

"Those barbarians in the south aren't really going to sit back and watch, are they? Wouldn't that be too convenient for them?"

Matron Lillian's voice was soft, but her delicate hands gripped the stone bricks of the city wall fiercely, causing fragments of stone powder and debris to quietly crumble, unable to withstand the powerful matron's anger.

"What else can we do? We have no way back!"

Matron Siya's lazy voice chimed in from the side, speaking indifferently.

"Didn't we already prepare ourselves for this kind of situation when we moved our entire race to the surface?"

"This warm sun, gentle breeze, and the colorful nature all around us—don't we have to pay a price to enjoy these things?"

"Even without the help of those barbaric, ignorant natives in the south, are you and I willing to give up our current lives? Can we even go back to the Underdark?"

"Hehe he!"

As she spoke, Siya gently stroked the chest of her male favorite, a young and handsome drow male, who was panting heavily with a dazed look in his eyes, seemingly ready to unleash his bestial nature upon the beautiful woman before him at any moment.

Woo woo ~ ~ Woo woo ~ ~

The distant sound of a melodious horn interrupted the matrons' observation.

At the same time as the horn sounded, horns and drums also echoed within the city of Coldwind Heights, and countless slender, cold-faced drow warriors and spellcasters stepped onto the city walls.

A long, winding green line began to spread towards Coldwind Heights on the horizon.

Behind the long serpent, more than twenty giant creatures, each twenty meters tall, followed closely behind, their heavy footsteps shaking the ground.

Whoosh! Whoosh!!

A dozen dragons soared into the sky, including black dragons transformed by drow druids and black dragon allies of the Blood Covenant revealing their true forms, flapping their wings and stirring up gusts of wind as they soared above Coldwind Heights.

The elves launched their offensive earlier than the matrons had anticipated.

Their main force of reinforcements had only arrived yesterday, but they unexpectedly prepared to storm Coldwind Heights early this morning.

The faces of their mortal enemies gradually became clearer, and the longbows of the drow archers on the city walls also began to point towards the sky, ready to strike at the elves.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Although they were in a lower position, the elves' army was the first to attack.

The lumbering war ancient trees advanced to about three miles from the city walls, their wooden arms transforming into tentacles, and the blossoms on their branches bloomed and bore fruit in just a few breaths.

The tentacles deftly plucked a seed pod from the branches, swung it around a few times above their heads, and then, with a flick of the wrist, a seed pod more than a meter in diameter hurtled towards the walls of Coldwind Heights.

Boom!!

Stone shields and earth shields appeared in time, colliding with the oncoming, whistling giant seed pod.

The magical constructs instantly crumbled under the impact of the immense force, but they also greatly reduced the momentum of the ancient tree's seed pod.

Just as the seed pod was about to fall outside the city walls, it suddenly exploded with a loud bang, shattering from the inside out.

Countless dense, hard seeds, the size of pigeon eggs, burst out of the seed pod's outer shell, scattering in all directions.

Thud! Thud thud!!

A flurry of sand and stones swept across the city walls, and most of the seeds, carrying tremendous force, embedded themselves deeply into the walls, leaving a dense array of pits.

The remaining seeds aimed their direction and flew straight towards the drow behind the city walls, but the drow were equally familiar with the war ancient trees.

They had already taken precautions when the seed pod was launched, and now, when the dense seeds shot out, a group of drow huddled down and hid behind the battlements, with only a dozen unlucky ones being injured because they hadn't hidden well enough.

Bang! Bang bang!

The war ancient trees' ranged bombardment didn't stop once it started.

Looking at the hundreds of seed pods swaying on their branches, the drow would likely be suppressed by them for a long time, unable to raise their heads to counterattack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the elven legions quickly advanced, reaching the foot of the Coldwind Heights city walls almost unscathed.

Dark clouds filled the sky, and the drow matrons and their spellcaster teams successfully constructed their magical models.

Amidst a series of incantations, a light green drizzle began to fall from the sky.

The raindrops that landed on the ground first produced a pungent white smoke, and when they landed on the armor and flesh of the elven warriors, a sizzling sound of corrosion spread out.

The elven spellcasters also launched a counterattack at the same time.

Clusters of huge flames and lightning struck directly at the dark clouds in the sky, mutually annihilating each other in the energy impact, weakening the drow's magic until the sky slowly returned to its original appearance.

However, the drow spellcasters were not to be trifled with.

After the first spell was formed, they had already begun to prepare the next one.

The ground beneath Coldwind Heights began to crack and rise, and countless earth spikes shot up from the ground, growing wildly within the elven legions and tearing apart their formations.

The elven spellcaster teams were prepared for this, and streams and orbs of magic transformed into rays and spheres of light, passing through the bodies of the elven legion's warriors and penetrating into the ground.

The ground, which had been wriggling as if alive, slowly calmed down, and the growing earth spikes began to collapse from the root, until the entire spike transformed back into soil and merged into the ground.

"Roar!!"

The black dragons soaring in the sky let out roars, then retracted their wings, their huge bodies diving straight down from the sky with a determined posture as if they were going to crash directly into the ground.

How could the elven powerhouses allow them to succeed?

Druid powerhouses flew towards the elven legions while also connecting their minds with the war ancient trees behind them, directing them to press forward.

Whoosh!! Whoosh!!

The black dragons swooped down over the heads of the elven legions, opened their scarlet mouths, and a sky full of crimson flames rose up.

Just as the powerful dragon breath was about to engulf the elven warriors at the forefront, elven druids transformed into giant beasts and giants, using their huge bodies to help the elven warriors on the ground block most of the dragon breath's devouring power.

A scorched aroma of roasted flesh spread out.

Although the giant creatures transformed by the elven druids had prepared in advance, they still suffered some losses by directly resisting the true dragon's dragon breath.

However, they couldn't care about their injuries at this time.

Whether embracing with both arms or biting with their blood basins, they each used their own methods to hold their targets firmly and fly towards the wider sky, so as not to involve the ground troops in the upcoming battle.

Although the elven army was ravaged by the aftermath of the dragon's breath, they were bolstered by the protective magical aura deployed by the legendary paladin, as well as the knight's damage-sharing aura. While there were still many wounded, the overall losses were not significant.

"It's our turn!"

The powerful elves had already charged over, and the drow matriarchs on the city walls wore cold expressions with upturned corners of their mouths, many with a look of excitement in their eyes.

Although they had moved to the surface and no longer had to live according to the cruel rules of the Underdark, the drow who still worshiped the Spider Queen Lolth would not easily change their bloodthirsty and cruel nature rooted in their bloodline.

As soon as Matron Penleigh's frivolous voice faded, more than twenty drow powerhouses soared into the sky, casting their respective divine spells, magic, or powerful battle skills as they flew towards the approaching powerhouses.

The two elven bloodlines, originally of the same lineage ten thousand years ago, but ultimately becoming eternal enemies, would eventually, as their gods behind them wished, prove their loyalty to their respective gods and bloodlines on the cruel and insane battlefield.

One heavy arrow after another, carrying great force, shot from afar, not targeting the drow behind the city walls, but deeply embedding themselves into the firm city walls, creating paths sufficient for climbing on the smooth, vertical walls.

The elven warriors at the front made a great leap, their slender arms hooking onto the tail of an arrow. Then, they twisted their waists, using the momentum to flip upwards, their straightened insteps hooking onto an arrow shaft.

With this simple assistance, the agile elven warriors quickly approached the nearly twenty-meter-high city wall. Just as they were about to climb onto the wall, drow warriors wielding twin blades suddenly rushed out from behind the wall, resolutely jumping off the city wall and crashing headfirst into the climbing elven warriors.

Pfft!

Pfft pfft!

The sound of blades entering flesh was hard to hear on the noisy battlefield. One by one, brave warriors lost their lives and crashed into the embrace of Mother Earth, but more warriors continued to climb towards the city wall, not at all moved by the tragic fate of their comrades.

After some of the war treants covered the elven legions' approach to the city walls, they stopped their catapult attacks and charged headlong towards the almost equally tall city walls with seemingly clumsy steps.

The black dragon in the drow army had already been entangled by the druids who specifically targeted them, and was completely unable to break free at this time. Although the individual strength of the war treants could only be considered half-step legends, with the blessing of their powerful strength, they were a professional siege weapon.

Thump!

Thump thump!

The branches that had previously turned into tentacles transformed into heavy siege hammers before the treants reached the city walls, and slammed viciously into the city walls as their arms swung, causing the city walls to vibrate and tremble from the foundations.

At the same time, the drow army poured barrels of dark pitch down from the city walls, and more barrels of pitch were aimed at the huge targets in front of them with the help of the catapults.

Soon after, the drow archers raised arrows with faint flames flickering at their tips and resolutely released their fully drawn bowstrings, with countless sparks twinkling in the sky.

At the same time, drow spellcasters chanted spells, and as they waved their staffs, clusters of chain fireballs and fireballs appeared out of thin air, and then, under the control of the drow spellcasters,

Whoosh!

The arrows landed on the ground, immediately igniting the pitch flowing on the ground, but more of them landed on the huge bodies of the war treants, and in an instant, the treants stained with pitch were ignited, turning into a blazing torch, constantly struggling and writhing.

Swish swish swish!

The elven spellcasters were also trying to remedy the situation, and heavy rain fell from the sky, landing on the front lines and extinguishing many of the rising flames.

Several charred treants crashed to the ground, their arms still tightly gripping the city walls before they died, and then they turned into roots that plunged into the city walls, using their bodies as materials to build a ladder for the elven warriors following behind.

A team of drow dual-blade wielders suddenly rushed out from the drow formation, tied with a long rope, jumped directly from the city wall, ran back and forth nimbly on the city wall, and, with the help of the rope, fully reaped the elven warriors tumbling in mid-air.

Huge fireballs and catapults mixed with barrels of pitch continued to attack the war treants under the city, and even with the torrential rain pouring down from above, it could not completely stop the flames blessed by both magic and physical force.

There were also a small number of drow strongmen and berserker class holders, as well as their vassal race warriors wielding exaggerated heavy axes, braving the crazy barrage of arrows from the ground, and began to clear the treants entangled on the city walls.

The ruined body of a treant crashed to the ground, and countless elven warriors were forced to dodge in all directions, but some were unlucky enough to be hit by the debris.

The drow on the city walls also suffered no small losses. Countless elven archers climbed onto the remaining war treants in the distance, and, at the same height, stared at the drow warriors on the city walls and fired wildly.

Especially those drow warriors clearing the treant's wreckage, as well as the dual-blade wielders and sword dancers suspended in mid-air intercepting the elves' climb, were their main targets, and batches of warriors were mercilessly reaped by the sharp arrows.

The two sides showed their skills and engaged in a fierce battle on the not-so-majestic Coldwind Hold, and brave warriors fell to the ground, and before the flowing blood could cool, more warriors continued to charge with firm steps.

Above the sky, a sky-filled gale, wrapped in powerful magical impact, covered most of the sky. Dozens of figures were intertwined with each other, sometimes fighting in a group, sometimes scattering like birds and beasts, and from time to time, bright red blood flowers bloomed, lingering for a long time.

The fighting continued from day to night, and the bodies of the warriors on both sides piled up into small mountains one or two meters high under the city walls. The walls of Coldwind Hold were also dilapidated and crumbling, seemingly ready to collapse at any time.

The warriors were still persevering. Although their arms wielding weapons were no longer strong at this time, and there was some unconcealable fatigue in their faces, no elven warrior took a step back before their commander issued a retreat signal.

The elves persevered, and the drow would not give up their city either. Although their emotions were indifferent, it did not mean that they did not understand the preciousness of love and family.

In the city behind them lived their relatives, partners, and the wealth and status they had gained through countless years of struggle. Compared to the elves, they had more confidence and motivation to fight and kill, so naturally they were more courageous.