Shadow Covenant

Chapter 213 212 "The End"

Apparently, the move just now succeeded in making the somewhat intelligent wolf see his future, so they left without hesitation even under the order given by the titular master, the elf.

And Woody didn't take it lightly because he had the power to instantly kill giant wolves, nor was he complacent because of their scurrying away. After seeing them hiding in the gray mist, he knew that even if they were driven by elves, it would be difficult for a while. Soothe these frightened wolves.

A solemn expression naturally appeared on his face, because if nothing else happened, he would soon be able to see the owner of this mist.

And the flame of the blade in his hand has not been extinguished. Judging from the brightness, it should have been less than half of the duration, but this is normal, after all, it was released by Cecil, and her 15-level mage is casting a ring When spelling, at least 1 minute/each level can be delayed. If there is a metamagic feat, it is easy to last for an hour.

Woody didn't run around in the gray mist, because he knew that this would only give more opportunities to the stalkers, so the first time after killing the giant wolf, Woody seemed to be leisurely occupying himself on the battlefield. The piece of land under his feet, as if taking root, did not move a bit.

Although he didn't do anything like barbecue on the spot, Woody sat cross-legged and held his breath. According to the meditation techniques he learned a little in his previous life, Woody can slightly expand his spiritual perception and close his five senses. Finally, use your heart to feel the situation in the fog, so as to alert your surroundings.

When Woody did this, the dark elf naturally couldn't sit still. It felt that there was a strong external pressure trying to break through the magic circle that was integrated with the forest. According to its underlying logic, it was natural to kill the elf before breaking through. The weakest of the group of outsiders in front of him is quite reasonable, but he loves to use hallucinations and wheel battles to wear down the enemy's spirit. He has never encountered an opponent like Woody in the end.

When everyone else was running desperately because of the hallucinations in the fog and endless chasing soldiers, he just stayed where he was. Some hallucinations that lured him to go to other places were of no use at all. As for the chasing soldiers...

The elf looked at the trembling giant wolf around his body. Although he didn't have much wisdom, the deer head, which had already become boneless, couldn't help but tilt its head.

In the end, it, which had been observing the situation, made a crisp sound like rusty parts from its body, and the mist around it churned in the air like sea waves, until it disappeared here, and then gradually returned to calm.

……

Well?
Woody's senses were throbbing, something was approaching.

He suddenly opened his eyes, looking towards the place surrounded by endless mist, only to hear the sound of rustling coming from the originally quiet valley. The tide of the coastal reefs spread rapidly to the surroundings, and the mist suspended in the air did not know when it began to flow, just like the sea of ​​clouds overlooking from a high place at night, cold and dark.

Soon, the silhouette through the clouds and mist appeared, and soon, it could be judged that it was a huge figure about four meters high, the antlers on the top of the head were terrifying, and the thin figure below seemed to be a hollowed out star. The dead tree is narrow in the middle and wide in the bottom.

When it gradually approached, the fog automatically separated, and what appeared in front of Woody was the whole picture of the elf, with green moss and colorful mushrooms growing on its four-meter-high torso, and an imaginary tree on its head. But still the astonishingly huge ossified head of a buck, and the rhizome that looks like limbs but is actually extending outward, pale and dry, like dehydrated rotten wood, the breath it emits is like The resentment from the dead monsters in the depths of the dense forest is like flowers that seem to be alive temporarily, but under the roots are all flesh and bones.

After Woody finished observing, the rhizome extended by the elf's hands had already rushed in his direction, and whether it was a three-meter-thick tree or a half-meter-high weed on the path of the rhizome, the elf's The moment they shot, they all melted into the roots like a group of hungry piranhas that could smell the smell of blood. In the blink of an eye, the pale and dry roots became full, and the twisted and uneven tree tumors sprang up like bamboo shoots after a rain. Usually grow on the wooden surface, and break open under a certain limit, pull out new shoots, and then grow again, and then two will turn into four. Soon, two thick and thin rhizomes with the size of the mouth of a bowl are like proliferating spores. It has become overwhelming, flying all over the sky, and it is difficult to count.

Woody tightly held the curved sword in his hand, his eyes relieved.

The elf in front of him started fighting without saying a word, which actually meant that it didn't want to communicate with him. As a natural creature with an intelligence of 10, it didn't lack language ability.

But this is also good, and the boring talk is directly saved. After all, even if it opens its mouth and begs him to sacrifice his life, he will not be able to kill him obediently. To deal with this kind of monster, the only way to see the truth is to fight.

This elf, born from the resentment of a dead creature in the forest, or deer head monster, has a thick mist at the corner of his bone-shattered mouth, and the fangs at the corner of his mouth are like some kind of predatory creature. The distorted skull makes it look It was even more eerie and treacherous, but these actions did not affect Woody's plan at all. He is now running hard, running in the opposite direction.

Seeing Woody dodging the rain-like roots, the elf's green pupils in the deer's head flashed a trace of contempt.

Stupid human, he has no idea, no matter how he evades, he can't escape from this forest.

And he didn't know that he was not against him at all, but against this forest!
This...is the will of nature!

But if the elf sees Woody's brow stretching and a smile on the corner of his mouth at this time, he should guess how wrong his idea is.

As a monster killer, Woody naturally has experience fighting elves, and as a player who has passed the strategy check, he certainly knows that with this monster that can assimilate all plant methods, running away will only make its strength and attack range worse. If the hair is strong, the only way to win is to focus the battle on its hinterland.

But this is also a precondition. If you enter the hinterland directly, you will be attacked by the elf no less than in the outer circle. Therefore, before entering, Woody has to do a more important thing, which is to let the elf The best solution is to plunder the surrounding trees fiercely and feed it before fighting.

Although there are some dangers on the way of running, the danger in the early stage is to prepare for the later battle. As long as the root is too bloated and the attack range is expanded, it means that when Woody approaches the hinterland, the attack speed of the elf's root will increase. Therefore, it has become very slow, and is no longer as flexible as it was at the beginning. The countermeasures are at most some magic-like abilities, plus the few beasts that obey its orders, and the newly born roots that don't have much power.

Which of the two methods is better, Woody had already calculated in his mind before the battle, so when he silently counted the hundredth number in his mind, and when the sound of breaking through the air came to his ears, he used an extremely With a sensitive posture, he rolled to avoid another blow from the brown rhizome, and the round shield transformed into belief in his left hand bounced off a red root spur from a distance. Comes with sturdy black rhizomes.

Most of the elves' attacks come from various assimilated, but different colored roots, the red ones are spiked roots with bleeding effects, while the black ones have soft, strong properties.

Woody is extremely careful when dealing with rhizomes of this color. Each of these rhizomes is equivalent to the entanglement technique released by the druid. At this opportunity, plant spores on him. At that time, he seems to have no other choice but to make flower fertilizer.

Woody's current situation is like dancing on a tightrope. If he is not careful, he will fall into the abyss. Of course, his mood at this time is calmer than imagined, and even a little hot. The exciting feeling is the greatest adventure. The power of squatting in one place every day to clean up goblins and kobolds is no adventure at all. It is nothing more than changing the place of work and work in the city to the wild.

He licked his slightly dry lips in the mist, and continued to stare at the next move of the elf in front of him, wanting to avoid this overwhelming attack, countless ancestors used Styx reincarnation to tell everyone the price of retraining the new number , the best way is to observe the preparation posture of the elf's roots first, so as to effectively prevent the opponent's next attack.

Seeing this time, when the extended limbs of the elves were shaking downwards with both hands, Woody's body had already moved. According to the deduction of the shaking of the roots and the upward rise of the vine roots, the next wave of attacks will be a full-scale attack. Covering, fan-shaped huge pressure, Woody didn't need to get into a dangerous situation just to take a few steps forward.

Sure enough, when he retreated a little, the rhizomes of the elves rushed towards him like sea water. The position Woody was just now was a few hundred meters away from the center. Flying, until the dust settles, all that is left for Woody is the picture of thorns and everything withered. The original dense forest has now become an open space as if hit by a meteorite. , black, red, purple...the colorful vines are entangled with each other and intertwined with each other.

Woody's complexion remained unchanged, and he seized the opportunity to rush towards the hinterland of the Mori. The fruit of the preconditions is ripe enough, and now it's time to pick it.

However, when Woody passed a black land that had just been plowed, a long high slope suddenly rose up on the originally messy and uneven ground, and the vines hidden in it that had not been retracted suddenly broke through the ground, heading directly towards Woody. Come.

In the blink of an eye, Woody noticed that one of the vines was extraordinarily thick and deep, and the raised roots of the skin seemed to be solid muscles on biological objects, so he didn't hesitate anymore, twisted in the air and at the same time the curved sword in his right hand viciously It ruthlessly pierced the skin of the brown vine. Although it only made a shallow hole, it was enough for Woody to avoid the other two vines of various colors coming towards him, and at the same time waved towards him. The vines that come and go.

Woody's now is like a badminton that can freely decide his fate. The racket is approaching constantly. He tries hard to adjust the direction and hunches his body to minimize the next damage.

Finally, the moment Woody just adjusted his posture, brown vines as thick as a bucket roared towards him with a gust of wind, and immediately expanded rapidly in Woody's pupils.

bump!Click!

In addition to hearing the sound of the impact, Woody also heard the sound of bones breaking. Now he seemed to be hit by a galloping wild boar king weighing several tons, and his whole body flew out uncontrollably. Only the two sides The scenery in front of him was constantly regressing rapidly. The only good thing was that the curved sword he had inserted on the root just now was also pulled out.

After landing, the thick ground gave Woody a second impact. He immediately wiped the blood coughed up from the corner of his mouth, and then leaned on the curved sword to climb up with difficulty and leaned against the raised stump. One spot does not hurt, but fortunately, the physique of the demon hunter is always stable. Different from the fragile assassins or mages, their frankness can sometimes even catch up with the paladins, but as long as they move a little, there is still a heart-piercing pain. Painful, but looking at the surrounding environment, he still couldn't help laughing.

Because his posture adjustment was really useful, now he directly crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and came to the core hinterland of the elves, where the thick rhizomes of vines grew wantonly around, like a cage constructed by trees.

After pouring himself a sip of special-effect holy water, his heavy breathing gradually subsided, and the pain in his chest gradually weakened.

In the dark and misty environment, the blazing fire appeared again on this strange-shaped weapon exuding the color of mithril, and the fire in his hand was reflected in his golden pupils. The thick rhizome, at this moment, the orange-red light blooming on the blade of the streamer makes Woody's original soft eyebrows extra firm.

There was not much time left for him, and Woody stood up on the ground that had already been covered by heavy roots with his sword. The paleness on his face caused by the injury was quickly replaced by the recovery power brought by the holy water and 20 points of extraordinary physique. Covering up, he looked at the prominent ossified deer head of the elf, about ten meters above his head, which had firmly taken root here.

It also saw the human being who tried so hard to get close to it, with angry eyes.

Woody's eyes were cold. After so long, it's time to understand.

Woody raised the curved sword in his hand high, and then swung it down heavily. The sword whistling in the air was clear and loud, and the person holding the sword had already stepped forward, heading towards the white bone overlooking him. .

This time, Lament of the Forest.

Already diffused in the shallow mist.

(End of this chapter)