The Wizarding Age

After seeing the performance of both sides on the battlefield, Grimm had to sigh that the native creatures were indeed too far behind the Night Elf Legion...

First of all, the gap in troop configuration was too big, and they were almost not on the same level.

The Night Elf side had a typical legion-level war configuration, with Iron Treemen in front as defensive meat shields, Elf Archers and Rangers in the middle for long-range firepower output, and Druids in the back responsible for battlefield spell attacks.

In addition, the legion was also equipped with Moon Priestess to purify curses and restore life; equipped with Hippogryphs and Chimeras as air support units; Jungle Guardians were responsible for large-scale control and blocking of enemy attacks, and part-time natural summons; Dryads used natural deformation and charm to disrupt enemy defenses...

The entire Night Elf Legion was a huge war machine, and each part was an element of this war machine. They worked together in unity and complemented each other's abilities, effectively exerting their lethality.

On the other hand, the evil army was a typical ragtag group of scattered soldiers and warriors.

As local tyrants, they can fight well in their own territory and seem to be not at all inferior.

But once they are pushed onto the real battlefield, their fatal flaws are instantly exposed.

The Broken Spear tribe is composed of warriors, either spear throwers or hunters. They lack front-line meat shields and spell support, and are typical all-physical attacks.

The Timbermaw Furmons are pretty good meat shields + berserkers, but they lack long-range firepower and are the group that is most likely to be kited by the enemy.

The Fallen Treemen are typical meat shields, but they are slow in action and rare in number. If the Night Elves were not also good at setting fires, I am afraid they would have been eliminated from the war long ago.

The Stormrage Owlbeasts have spells, tankiness, and attack power, but their attack methods are extremely single. Once they are entangled by the Treeman Legion, their bodies without spell protection cannot withstand the thunder strikes from the sky by the Druids.

The Polluters are a group of guys who are more likely to cause trouble than to achieve success.

The poisonous acid mist that permeates their bodies is unbearable not only for the enemy but also for their own people. They have no sharp means of attack, and all their racial abilities are aimed at "disgusting" people.

Although they have brought great trouble and chaos to the Dark Night Legion under Grimm's manipulation, the actual casualties and reductions are not that large.

At least it has not reached the level that makes the commander of the Dark Night Legion heartbroken!

Secondly, the evil army is much worse than the Dark Night Legion in terms of weapons and equipment.

The Broken Spear Trolls still use wooden bows and arrows, stone axes and stone hammers, while the Night Elves generally use magic weapons, and even the lowest-level archer longbows are enchanted.

And the Polluters and Stormrage Owls do not have any decent weapons. They rely on their bodies to defend and their hands, claws and fangs to attack...

How can such a primitive and crude attack method compete with the Dark Night Legion that is armed to the teeth!

It is no wonder that the evil army has been gathering for so long, but the night elves are still indifferent. It seems that the deep impression left by the past thousands of years has made the night elves look down on this patchwork army.

However, today, the night elves will pay the price for their arrogance and conceit.

With the jokes of Grimm, the foreign "God's Messenger", the evil army was strangely combined by him and became a real army that can fight against the Night Legion.

This is obviously beyond the expectations of the night elves!

At the beginning of the war, the performance of the fallen tree people can be called "perfect".

They attacked with "Death Coil" + "Alchemical Fire Oil", instantly disrupting the formation and order of the Iron Legion. Those panicked tree people launched the "root entanglement" one after another, you entangled me, I entangled him, he entangled you...

The entire front line was a pile of wood lumps, and the roots of all the tree people were entangled together. It was wishful thinking for anyone to leave this area.

In such a good situation, all the iron tree people became the best targets for the troll spearmen and longbowmen. The explosive arrows, groups of flaming spears, and the wanton burning of alchemical kerosene brought a terrible disaster to this iron army.

All the tree people were trapped in the sea of ​​fire. They couldn't run away. They wanted to fight but they were all their own people. They could only wail and struggle in pain and despair. The tall human-shaped torches that soared into the sky illuminated the entire sky and ignited a large area of ​​forest.

In the end, only 46 of the 217 members of the Iron Legion were able to escape the fire alive.

Even those tree people who survived by chance were all smoked and burnt beyond recognition. They were so scared that they dared not approach the battlefield anymore. They almost ran into the jungle without looking back and fled directly.

At this point, the Dark Night Legion lost its most important war partner!

Without the Iron Legion, it means no meat shield...

This is a big problem for the weak night elves!

As a last resort, the Dark Night Legion could only shrink its formation and pull the team back to the depths of the jungle.

In the shadows of the forest, tall ancient war trees stood out.

Grimm stood proudly at the back of the battlefield, a pair of eyes quietly burning with red flames scanning the depths of the forest. As a demigod, even without the all-pervasive divine perception, he could see everything that happened within a dozen miles around the battlefield.

Although the test just now defeated the treant army, the problems exposed by the evil army still gave him a headache.

According to Grimm's original plan, when the treant army was entangled by the fallen treants and the elf archers and druids were confused by the polluters, the wind fury beasts should rush up and completely stick to these elves.

Only by dragging the enemy into a melee can the evil army have a slight chance of winning.

Once the enemy escapes back to the forest to regroup, the evil army's deformed manpower configuration and poor weapons and equipment will be exposed without a doubt.

Unfortunately, these evil creatures obviously have no brains.

All the evil creatures were stimulated by the temporary advantage on the battlefield and went crazy. They didn't listen to any orders at all and rushed up in a swarm. Those who beat the treants beat the treants, those who beat the druids beat the druids, and those who chased the elf archers chased the elf archers...

The entire battlefield was almost completely out of the control of the evil leaders.

That is, taking advantage of the moment when the evil army was attracted by a small number of elves, most of the Dark Night Legion was able to retreat smoothly and retreat to the side of the War Ancient Tree to reorganize the army.

Some ignorant Wind Wrath Owl Beasts wanted to take advantage of the situation to chase and kill, but they were shot into sieves by the dense bird-wing crossbow carts the moment they stepped into the front of the army.

Although the Dark Night Legion lost the protection of the Iron Legion, they relied on the powerful war machines attached to the War Ancient Tree to stabilize their position and once again blocked the evil army.

Those evil creatures who did not listen to the command charged several times, and each time they were beaten back by the dense rain of explosive fruits and powerful and sharp crossbows, leaving hundreds of miserable corpses at the edge of the forest.

After this setback, the previously crazy and unruly evil leaders also calmed down, ran back to Grimm, bowed their heads again, and became honest and docile.

Grimm was completely disappointed with these evil creatures who were "arrogant when they won and discouraged when they lost."

I am not afraid of them being bad, I am afraid that they will be bad and still disobedient.

Such chaotic evil creatures have almost no other use value except being cannon fodder!

Grimm was too lazy to reprimand these "beasts" who were not smart enough, and waved to call the more familiar Uma over.

"What do you feel?" Grimm asked softly, with an expression on his face that he had already known the answer.

"I feel that my strength is continuously improving, and I will soon be able to break through that threshold and advance to a demigod..." Uma almost roared in response.

Its thin and fierce face was full of unconcealable ecstasy, and even its blood-red eyes were shining with an excited and crazy light. The whole person was shrouded in a faint blood-colored halo, which seemed particularly strange and evil.

Grimm smiled, as if he had already anticipated its answer, and said coldly: "The method I taught you to become a god is to collect the soul power of the tribe members who died in battle and did not have time to disappear. The more soul power you collect, the stronger the totem blessing you get. When the totem blessing reaches a certain level, it will naturally help you break through the shackles of the fourth level and advance to demigod..." "If it were normal, relying solely on the normal deaths of tribe members, you might not be able to collect enough soul power to advance even if you spend one or two hundred years. Only through cruel wars, their ferocity and Only when your blood is fully aroused, you can collect such high-quality tribal heroes in large quantities! "

"How about it, will the war continue?" At this moment, Grimm is like a devil who is best at bewitching people, luring the evil leaders in front of him into the abyss of hell step by step: "If you regret the loss of the tribe, we will withdraw our troops now... If you want to rush to the demigod in one go, then we will continue to fight!"

Since the people present can be called evil creatures, their character qualities can be imagined.

With almost no hesitation, all the evil leaders chose to continue fighting.

They all noticed the improvement of their own strength in the previous battle. Although this improvement was at the cost of the sacrifice of a large number of tribe members, who cares?

Even Uma, the leader of the Broken Spear with the strongest clan concept, has completely sunk.

Its eyes were bloodshot, its blood was boiling, and it was completely attracted by the surging illusory power. It no longer cared about the casualties of its tribe members...

The other leaders were the same, and they all urged Grimm to move forward quickly.

Grimm smiled faintly and immediately gave the order to charge.

Only he knew in his heart that what he taught to the evil leaders was not an orthodox way to become a god, but the most terrifying and evil witchcraft - blood sacrifice!