The Rise of the Cemetery

(This is a big reward to make up for "Eternal Survival", but still owes one more)

Compared with the ancient trees of war, the ancient trees of the wind, the ancient trees of knowledge, the ancient trees of miracles, and the ancient trees of life, carefully cultivated by the Druid Holy Land, the tree army in front of them is still very young, even the deadwood guards say Not on.

The Deadwood Guardian is an advanced form after the tree has matured. Not only is the entire body covered with old hard bark like steel armor, but also has two natural spells, "bark technique" and "group roots twisted". Spell immunity. The temporarily spawned trunk of the tree is still very fragile, and only the single "root beard" is undoubtedly weakened in terms of combat power.

But the big guys are big guys, and the only one with an average height of 10 meters makes them the most eye-catching force as soon as they play.

Slow and sluggish treemen carry the same thick and strong "wood sticks" in their hands, and a large round can be smashed by a stick. Both the flesh-and-blood body and the bone scaffold have become minced meat under this extreme violence.

"Boom boom ..."

The dull earthquake tremor never stopped. Every time the wooden stick fell, the high-level forces of Yinfeng City couldn't help but jump in horror.

These people are too violent. When encountering an opponent, first, a root is entangled to fixate the opponent, and then he slowly raises the wooden stick to his head and smashes it down. The entire process ignores the opponent's attack at all.

Several over-protruding blood-sucking counts were so miserably smashed into meat sauce by them, and the blood-staining counts' only merit was to draw several not-so-deep sword marks on each other's body. After being resurrected by their companions, these blood-sucking counts panicked away from the side of the tree and never dared to approach them again.

The other miserable victim is a level 10 necromancer who is about to advance to death. Its huge body of more than 4 meters tall turned into a dwarf dwarf in front of the tree people, surrounded by three or five tree people in a crazy group fight. Even if it struggled to resist, in the end it couldn't resist the other party's extreme violence, and finally he turned into a ash.

Although the death touch of the undead also caused huge damage to the tree people, the huge wounds on the wooden body sprayed the green juice of the big tent, but this did not affect the tree people's continued fighting.

On the longevity of vitality alone, Shuren is the top-notch existence in natural life.

With the rampage of the tree people, the vampire counties who had just vaguely ruled the ground battlefield began to retreat step by step. So the center of the war was transferred back to the bone wall, where it fell into terrible anxiety.

The clouds of death blasted from the war towers and battle towers made many of the tree branches and vines wither and crisp, but they could not make them completely unable to fight. The tree man stood in front of the white bone city wall, and the thick wooden stick hit the one called a hearty dripping, even the bloated mountainous hatred could not stand their violent rage.

All the cemetery mercenaries guarding the city wall were beaten with wooden sticks and jumped to hide in Tibet. The scene was chaotic for a while.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a large number of druids turned into the city and turned into tyrannical bears and night blade leopards, which upset the cemetery defense.

The squad leader Karu Qi who was squatting in the command hall was almost violently violent, and the cursing jumped up and down. And he was finally stopped by another acting city host, the ice lich Prataya.

"If the front line needs support, then let me go! You are a melee hero, and these thick-skinned trees have a big loss to fight for nature. It is not as effective as my long-range spells. Tell Moros. If he does n’t show up again, I ’m afraid it will be difficult for us to keep the enemy out of the city. ”

The cold-hearted Prataya murmured a few heads, and informed the group of old men who had followed him, and then took the nearly 30-person Corpse Witch Guards to the battlefield.

And Karu turned around panicly and ran into the mage tower, personally invited the former boss-ghost dragon Moros.

Riding the huge bone dragon ancient force, the ice lich Prataya flew to the bone city head.

First, a large range of frost stars smashed down, staining all jungle creatures within 200 meters with a layer of pale blue frost flowers, delaying their movement. Prataia was surrounded by five high-level corpses, and chanted a powerful and evil prayer of the undead.

Echoing the mage tower far behind, in almost thirty minutes, Prataya completed the magical chant that usually required half a quarter of an hour. When the powerful force of ice converged between the two bone hands of Prataya, the high-level casters in the entire field couldn't help but dare to watch the movement of this iced lich.

Such a powerful magical power, even if the Vandal wise man of 19th level is to resist, I am afraid that he will not peel off the skin if he does not die.

After all, this is the home side of the cemetery side. With the increase and support of the Master Tower, the 16th-level Prataya is not too inferior to Vandal.

With a sharp "Lionquixa" binge, the Ice Lich finally finished reading the last magic spell. The mighty force of ice shaped and condensed in his hands, and turned into frost spears, raining on the trees that raged in the city.

After all, the temporary treemen are not as high as the magic resistance and physical resistance of the deadwood guards. Under the extreme blow of this magical power, the tree scraps flew and the branches broke. Soon, they were pierced through the torso by the frost lances, and turned into crystal ice sculptures froze in place.

Too fierce magic power, even if they use their thick wooden sticks to cover it, it does not help, they can only die tragically.

With only one blow, Prataya killed and killed 17 treemen by himself, and there were 5 wounded and disabled. As for the jungle creatures and druids that were too close to the tree people and accidentally injured, the total number exceeded three figures.

Even a 6th-order high-level druid standing on the shoulders of the treemen became members of the dead.

Taking advantage of this opponent's momentum, several cemetery mercenaries jumped out of the city, and with the help of a temporary powerful eruption, they killed two trees with severely damaged torsos, which was considered to be the grave. The garden added two more points.

At this moment, an equally tall and majestic figure appeared in the Windy City and entered the line of sight with a solid and heavy footstep.

The same wooden body, the same tree must be flying, the same anthropomorphic facial features ... There is also a tree person in Yinfeng City!

However, unlike the tree people outside the city, the trunk of the undead tree was pale and withered, and no trace of green could be seen on the whole body. Instead, it was filled with a strong breath of death. It was the withered tree that was transformed from the ancient tree of war. .

On the shriveled crown of the withered tree man, a strange druid who was also pale and shrouded in thick death was silently casting spells there.

When the withered treemen came to the city gate and guarded there firmly, the cast of the fallen Druid was also completed. A gray, withered halo spilled out, covering the three still-good trees in front of the city.

Just after the aura entered the body, the three trees couldn't help but roar to the sky in pain, the green crown withered withered to the naked eye, and even the strong and sturdy torso burst into numerous cracks, and a thick green juice flowed from inside. In the perception of the druids, the vitality of these three trees fell heavily, and they were near the edge of death.

"Damn, they are enemies of nature, enemies of life!"

A big druid witnessed this scene and couldn't help but exclaim, and soon saw through the other party's appearance through its original essence.

"This is a twist on nature, this is a blasphemy on life! We purify them after all!"

"Purify them" ... "Purify them"

Huge waves of mountains and rivers erupted from the Druid team.

Every druid can clearly perceive it. This withered tree man and fallen druid who came up suddenly are made entirely from the ancient war tree and the dead druid body. This is absolutely a great insult and blasphemy for the extremely friendly Druids.

In an instant, the entire Druid team exploded into the most violent combat power, transformed into falcons and violent bears, and rushed madly to this abominable undead desecrating their companions.

The Vandal wise man who commanded from the rear also changed his complexion.

Although the other party's desecration of the druid's body made him grind his teeth, he was more shocked by the reckless actions of his druids.

Although the Druid group possesses a large number of natural spells and wild transformations, it is capable of playing anti-energy supplements, and is suitable for any position on the battlefield. But after all, the tactics are monotonous and the body is weak. Once the enemy is targeted to ambush, I am afraid ...

I don't know whether to say that Vandal is a crow's mouth, or whether to sigh on the battlefield is always the evil curse that you are afraid of, and what is coming.

Just as a large number of druids turned into the side of the withered tree, the tall and forbidden life suddenly lifted his right foot and stomped on the ground under his feet.

The violent tremors caused all close druids to lose their balance. And the black soil is broken and broken within 30 meters around the withered tree people, and the roots that are thick and full of thorns are wound up, and all the big, small, bear, and leopard guys They were firmly tied in place, unable to move.

"Group Root Beard"

At almost the same time, countless druids exclaimed.

This largest group control spell originally belonging to the Druid side was actually issued from the enemy, and it controlled so many Druids. This simply called the children of nature to grieve and grab the ground with their heads.

What is this TM?

But on the battlefield, it has never been the best, and there is no chance for them to curse and regret!

The withered treemen completed the winding of the group's roots and at the same time, the withered hands covered with annual rings rose slightly, and the huge withered fire burned along the roots to the Druids who were still struggling.