The Wizarding Age

The remaining thirteen fallen treemen lined up and moved forward slowly.

They were the front-line meat shields of the evil army, and they were also the sweepers of the attack route.

They ignored the explosive fruits and sharp crossbow arrows that came at them, allowing them to explode on their bodies and pierce into their trunks. The fallen treemen waved the thick wooden sticks in their hands, and trampled the bushes, thorns and carnivorous magic plants along the way into meat paste as they moved forward.

The elves' rain of arrows became more intensive.

Penetrating arrows, armor-piercing arrows, chain arrows, explosive arrows...

A large area of ​​impenetrable enchanted arrows fell like raindrops, piercing these fallen treemen into sieves. It's a pity that the fallen treemen have thick skin and flesh, and an arrow stuck in their bodies is like being bitten by a mosquito, and they are not afraid at all.

They actually cleared all obstacles at the forefront of the battlefield against the rain of arrows.

This naturally includes carnivorous magic plants and spell traps.

As a last resort, the Dark Night Legion could only send out the Elf Mage.

So, thunderbolts fell from the sky and continuously bombarded the tall and majestic bodies of the Fallen Treemen. Finally, several Fallen Treemen could not withstand the continuous magic attacks, their vitality quickly disappeared, and their entire bodies collapsed.

However, they also gave the evil army in the rear a chance to get close to the Elf defense line.

Rows of troll longbowmen roared and shot at the Elf archers with dense rain of arrows. As soon as the two sides fought, they shocked the whole audience with a tragic and bloody way.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Dense rain of arrows crossed over the battlefield.

The troll longbowmen, who were arranged in a loose queue, seemed to have no fear of death. They did not have any cover or dodge, and just endured the attacks of the Elf archers and output crazily.

Elf archers have always been known for their precision and dexterity. The arrows they shoot have a long range and accurate attacks. The arrows are also enchanted with various magic effects such as armor-breaking, penetration, and slicing.

Such magic arrows may not be very effective against fallen tree people, but they are really super damage to the trolls.

Amid the sound of arrows hitting flesh, the bodies of the troll longbowmen walking in the front row were like peacocks with their tails spread out, and they were shot into hedgehogs by the dense rain of arrows.

The troll longbowmen fell one by one, but their companions behind them were not afraid at all.

They grinned and bent their bows and arrows, pulling the bowstrings almost to the extreme, then exhaled and let go, and one by one the thick and simple wooden arrows cut through the sky and fell over the elf archer camp.

Some of the wooden arrows missed the target and pierced the branches of the ancient tree and the open space...

Some of the wooden arrows were intercepted by the giant hand of the ancient war tree...

Although the number of wooden arrows that were implemented was small, they also caused great damage to the elf archers.

The wooden arrows used by the troll longbowmen were rough and simple enough, but also powerful enough. Each wooden arrow was as thick as a child's arm, and it came with a whistling wind. It would penetrate the elves and no protective gear could withstand it.

Each elven archer stood high in the crown of the ancient tree, drawing the bow and arrow quickly and accurately.

Most of them used magic bows, and they could send the enchanted arrows to the place where their eyes were locked without much effort. While they were struggling to shoot the trolls, the troll wooden arrows also whistled and nailed them directly to the tree trunks, or swatted them down like flies.

The arrows that were originally dense as rain from both sides soon became sparse after the rounds of mutual shooting.

There were hundreds of corpses lying on the battlefield, with heavy casualties.

"Damn it, these evil creatures should be chopped into pieces..." Seeing that his archer troops were about to be wiped out by the enemy, the commander of the night elves was furious and a little crazy.

Since the night elves ruled the Moonlight Forest, they have never suffered such a degree of blow and damage. Using the noble and holy lives of her compatriots to exchange for dirty and lowly beasts, this unequal "exchange" made her almost furious, but she could do nothing about it.

After losing the treeman troops, the night army lost its physical barrier and could only helplessly exchange injuries with these beasts, falling into a terrible death vortex.

After a large number of trolls were killed and wounded, Uma, who had been following Grimm, also showed visible changes.

The tribal flag on his back fluttered in the wind, and the roaring troll on it became clearer and more vivid. Invisible soul shadows floated out from the troll's body and were immediately sucked into the red glow on the flag.

The more trolls died, the stronger the red glow on the flag became.

In the end, the bloody smell was so strong that it was visible to the naked eye and completely materialized.

It seemed to have reached a certain critical point. The troll leader Uma roared to the sky, and all the blood shadows on the flag were instantly absorbed into his body.

The next second, a blood-colored thunder fell from the sky and struck Uma's hideous and twisted forehead.

"Ah..."

Uma, who was extremely angry and painful, roared loudly. Not only did he withstand the angry backlash from the entire plane space, but his whole body suddenly swelled up like a balloon.

Its muscles swelled and stretched, and its bones made crackling sounds, as if it was growing crazily in some inhuman way. Its fangs protruded from its lips, its eyes were bloodshot, its hands and feet were rapidly growing in size, and its skin was constantly cracked and healed by the rapid growth, cracked again, and healed again...

The troll Uma kept roaring like thunder, his voice getting louder and louder, and his own spirit and power were also madly soaring...

Finally, with its earth-shaking roar, this promotion under the attention of everyone was completely completed!

With the help of the blood sacrifice technique, the troll Uma finally advanced to the fifth level and became the first native demigod in Moonlight Forest to be promoted on his own.

A demigod is a demigod...

Although a demigod is only one step away from the peak of the fourth level, they are actually two completely different species!

After the promotion, Uma stood beside several evil companions, and the terrifying aura that could not be concealed immediately swept the whole place. Even the always unruly Timbermaw Bear Monster Chief and the Wind Rage Owl Chief were a little overwhelmed, and couldn't help but lower their bodies and bowed their heads to the newly promoted "companion".

"Huh..." Uma panted, moved his neck, stretched his hands and feet, and felt the inexhaustible and surging supreme power in his body with joy.

For the first time, it had the supreme mentality of stepping on the entire earth and treating all living beings as ants. When it looked at its ‘companion’ again, it unconsciously brought a bit of contempt and indifference.

From the awe-filled and slightly restrained reaction of its ‘companion’, Uma gained great confidence, so its eyes could not help but cast on the outsider that made it ‘love and hate’.

“Congratulations…” Grimm smiled faintly, and seemed not to care about Uma’s provocative gaze, nor did he seem to care about the birth of a demigod.

Two thick blood mists spurted out of Uma’s nostrils.

It thought again and again, suppressed the impulse to immediately turn against this ‘god’s messenger’, and said in a rough and arrogant tone: “What do we need to do next?”

Obviously, it had just been promoted and put itself in the same position as Grimm, and no longer bowed its head and obeyed as before.

"Continue the attack, waiting for these companions to successfully advance to demigods..." Grimm said his plan without any hesitation: "By then, we will be a group of demigods, and it will be easy to break through the elves' defenses. After driving away the night elves, the entire Moonlight Forest will be yours!"

After saying that, Grimm sneered to himself, and it was unclear whether he was really happy for the natives or was being sarcastic with a double meaning.

The other evil leaders were stimulated by this and couldn't help but become excited and manic.

Seeing that such "luck" fell on Uma instead of them, all the leaders were filled with jealousy and tyranny. They had some reservations before, and they fought a little cautiously, but now they immediately turned into peerless killing gods, wishing to rush into the enemy camp immediately and let more of their people die faster.

Grimm didn't even need to urge and supervise the battle. All the evil leaders roared together and rushed to the battlefield waving their weapons. Uma, who had just been promoted to demigod, could not resist the temptation of the violent aura in his heart, and rushed out with a grim smile behind everyone.

"Hehe, a bunch of brainless idiots..." Grimm sneered, and also pulled out the artifact longbow, intending to continue to add fuel to the battlefield in front of him to make the fire burn more vigorously.

The scene of Uma's previous promotion on the front line naturally could not be hidden from the eyes of the Dark Night Commander.

Seeing that there was a terrifying demigod in the enemy team, the Dark Night Commander's heart was about to break.

How can this battle be fought?

Demigod, that's a demigod!

Are all the elites cultivated in the tribe buried here?

The Dark Night Commander, who was extremely tormented in his heart, immediately sent a messenger and frantically asked for help from the Remulos Temple.

With the intervention of high-level combat power, the entire battlefield instantly became hot.

Uma, who had just been promoted to demigod, took the lead and rushed directly to the forefront of the battle.

It was originally about two meters tall, but now it has expanded to three meters. Its muscles are bulging, and its body is full of murderous aura. Every move it makes has earth-shaking power.

It spread its feet and rushed into the battle circle with earth-shaking steps. Wherever it passed, people and horses fell down. No enemy could stop its crazy rush.

And its target was the tall figure standing at the forefront of the Night Legion - the ancient war tree Kandar.

In the territory of the Night Elves, each ancient war tree has its own name, which also means that they have intelligence, unique tree life and emotions.

As the leader of this group of ancient war trees, Kandar is only more than 3,000 years old, and his strength is fourth-level according to the division of the multiverse.

Standing at the forefront of the battlefield, it saw the brave troll demigod rushing over, and knew that it had no way to avoid it. It could only grit its teeth and throw away the extra war weapons on its body, waving a wooden stick to meet it.

The fourth-order ancient war tree Kandar and the demigod troll Uma collided with each other in full view of everyone...