The Rise of the Cemetery

Although the elf city didn't have a huge city wall that made Li Xun crazily complain about it, relying on some amazing and characteristic races, it still fought the defensive battle with vibrancy.

Among the tall and lush old trees, there stands a row of majestic dryads and deadwood guards with strange shapes. As staunch allies of the elves, they have been with the elves since ancient times, and they are also the most powerful human shields in the elves kingdom.

The place where they exist is an insurmountable Great Wall that cannot fall down, and it is still a very violent kind.

When they put down thick roots and root hairs, there is almost no difference in appearance from the surrounding normal old trees. But once it shook its tall body and struggled to pull out its intertwined roots from the soil, the huge wooden palm the size of a millstone whizzed and slapped it down, no one could bear the heavy blow like a ramming. What's even more frightening is that the root entanglement that comes with the talent of the Treant Army is an even more unsolvable enemy-defending skill.

As long as you are entangled by the roots of the dryad, and you don't fight for life and death with it, you won't be able to escape easily!

But the dryad troops are famous all over the world for their rough skin and thick flesh. The tough old bark comes with "hard skin" and "damage reduction". Except for the fire spells of the evocation system that can bring them extra huge damage, other spells and physical attacks can only rely on saturation attacks To slowly wear down their tenacious life.

So when the dark sea of ​​insects swarmed in from a distance, they suddenly stopped when they rushed to the place where the dryad troops were stationed.

Numerous towering ancient trees suddenly cracked one after another, and combined with the original bumps on the trunk, it looked like human eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose from a distance. The ground in the forest cracked, the soil was churned, and countless weird roots curled up, fixing the Zerg rushing to the forefront in place.

Immediately afterwards, the towering ancient tree shook its body, making a loud creaking sound, raised its huge wooden arm made of thick branches and countless vines, and slapped it viciously.

After the muffled sound of "dong", a shallow pit sank into the ground in front of the dryad, and the bottom of the pit was covered with foul-smelling green juice and countless carapace fragments. With just one blow, five beetles with bodies as big as mastiff dogs and sharp shells and sharp claws were reimbursed just like that!

And with the influx of countless beetles, it was like a huge clothes shop opened in the forest, and the dull and trembling "dong dong" noise never stopped.

Due to the large area of ​​"entangled roots" of the dryad army, the front of the sea of ​​insects stagnated when they rushed here, and the later insects could only continue to move forward by stepping on the body of the former, and then continued to be entangled and stagnated... just like a layer of pushing A layer of waves is also like a layer of mounds, and the sea of ​​insects relies on advancing one after another regardless of casualties, slowly but firmly spreading the flames of war from 20 meters away to the front of the dryad troops step by step.

A moment later, in addition to the muffled sound of "咚咚...", there was also the sound of "creaking and creaking" in the vast forest, which made the teeth bite the wood.

The front ends of these swarming beetles have thick and giant jaws that are constantly opening and closing. Although the dryads are generally protected by tough bark, the sawdust that they gnawed is still flying and the juice is flowing. Angry dryads don't roar loudly like humans, they just show their wildest strength and fastest speed silently, hammering the enemies around them frantically.

But even so, after a quarter of an hour, most of the tall tree spirit troops in the first row were still submerged by the corpses of beetles and the frantic crowd of latecomers. There were only silent killings left at the scene.

During this period, a large number of slender and slender elf archers occupied the high treetops, and the elf longbow in their hands poured arrows into the sea of ​​insects without stopping for a moment, and there were many magic arrows mixed in. I have to say that the precise shooting of the elf shooter is really a must.

Except for the weak point of the eyes, the Zerg's cannon fodder beetle has a hard carapace that is as hard as iron armor. With a human crossbowman, even if the cannon fodder beetles were shot into hedgehogs, it would be difficult to kill them quickly and efficiently.

But Elf Archer is very different.

The elven longbows in their hands bounced continuously at the fastest speed "boom boom boom", and each arrow pierced through their brains as if they had eyes, knocking the madly rushing beetles to the ground. It is also because of their hard work that the first row of dryad troops can sustain until now. Otherwise, with the swarm of insects in front of them, I am afraid that the outer defense line of Green Shade City can be destroyed in an instant.

When the front line of the war is in full swing, a tall tree spirit who is on the second line of defense 200 meters behind, a young elf girl with a delicate face and a childish voice, is saying goodbye to her partner under her. And on her back, she was carrying an elf bow that was about the same size as her.

"Grandpa Helu, you must be careful! Ilya and I are still waiting to play with you on the swing!"

When the little girl said this, her beautiful eyes were filled with misty tears.

The ancient tree whose face and brows resembled an old human being was obviously not an ordinary dryad. Its tall body can no longer see many luxuriant green branches, only the gnarled and thin branches and the tough body with bluish-gray tree tumors are left. What's even more frightening is that its thick wooden hand is dragging a tree trunk more than ten meters long, which is thick and thin when two people hug each other.

It can be seen that this is the handy weapon it prepared for itself.

And this old ancient tree is the advanced member of the dryad army - the guard of the dead wood.

"Little girl, take care of yourself, maybe we will still have a reunion!" The dead wood guard Helu replied slowly. "Remember, don't rush too far forward, you must protect yourself!"

Stretching out his hand, he slowly moved the elf girl standing on his shoulder to the nearby ancient tree. Helu opened his mouth wide and let out a long and long strange howl. Then he raised the "tree stick" and walked firmly towards the first road that was about to collapse step by step. line of defense.

And in the nearby forest, countless similar responses hovered around the treetops. Tall and burly figures appeared one after another, followed behind the dead wood guard Helu, and walked to the front line without hesitation.

It was the great sacrifice and tenacious resistance of the first row of dryad troops that saved the city of green shade from a sudden attack. With the appearance of tall figures and the rapid support of the druid group, the precarious defense line of the green city was finally stabilized again.

Every time the deadwood guard wields a huge stick, he can cause double-digit casualties to the sea of ​​insects, while the druid group's instant thunderbolt lightning and ground spear stabs can destroy a large number of insects in a radius of ten meters with each blow . There are also many druids who are good at the transformation department roaring and transforming into earth storm bears, tearing the swarm of insects apart like land tanks, reeling here and there.

And a large number of sword dancers and war dancers held narrow and long curved blades, like strange ghosts walking among the beetle swarm, with a series of phantoms and false bodies, cutting out a bloody storm. It can be said that in the battle with the massive insect swarm, the most injured are these melee professionals.

After all, the druids who transformed into earth bears have a strong body and hair as tough as cowhide to reduce the damage of beetles. Even if their bodies are dripping with blood from being cut and scratched, they can still rampage unscrupulously, trampling and rushing through trees crazily. Sporadic swarms of defense lines. However, sword dancers and war dancers who are almost naked can hardly withstand the impact of such a large number of enemies.

The nimble and nimble body shape, the fantastic and blurred rune lines, the sharp curved blade that flies up and down to find the enemy's defense flaws... These are the advantages of the huge sword dancer army of the elves. But the shortcomings are so obvious!

Their defenses are too brittle too brittle!

Their nimble stature shines in the battle with the orcs. In a one-on-one single fight, the rough orcs may not even be able to touch the hem of their clothes, let alone cause damage to them. Even with one-to-many, relying on psychedelic body and footwork, they can easily complete their own sword dance-like battles.

But now, at the forefront of the battle between the Zerg and the Elf, they are surrounded by dozens or even dozens of cannon fodder beetles who don't know sword skills and martial arts, but only know how to bite and pierce wildly. The tattoos with psychedelic human eyes are crowded with monsters here, and the flesh and blood battlefield of monsters has become a display. The flexible and vigorous figure may allow them to last a little longer in the swarm, but as long as they are a little negligent, there will be more scars on their bodies. More than a dozen deep or shallow scratches.

An injured sword dancer, as long as he hesitates for a moment, will be bitten through the thigh by a beetle that is close at hand, and then will be devoured by the beetles swarming up.

They are simply using their own flesh and blood to slow down the advancing speed of the berserk swarm, fighting for the opportunity for the elf shooters, elf mages, and druids behind them to kill the swarm on a large scale.

Standing high in the sky, Li Xun carefully and carefully observed the war that took place 5 miles away through the swaying dense canopy. After all, the war took place between two foreign races. Although the blood and flesh of the two sides were flying and the scene was horrific, it was difficult to arouse Li Xun's calm and almost cold heart.

Although the elves and humans are similar, they are both intelligent races, which also conforms to most of Li Xun's aesthetic views. But "people who are not my race must have different hearts", and it is far from Li Xun's turn to feel sad for the elves. On this point, Li Xun, who is very selfish, can clearly distinguish between "mine" and "not mine".

It is mine, of course I cherish it and plan seriously for it. It's not mine. I can shed tears for you, feel sorry for your tragic experience, and even take the initiative to do some auxiliary work within my ability. But you want me to pay and sacrifice for you with all my heart and soul. I'm sorry, but I'm not that great yet!

So even though Li Xun frowned deeply, with a look of unbearable expression on his face, he would never do it if he was asked to call the cemetery's subordinates to help the elves right now.