"Captain DeWitt, how long do we have to get down the mountain?" Tired of it, Able cautiously bent over to DeWitt's side, walked with him, and asked.

Hearing this, DeWitt looked up at the sky. Estimating the hour, he replied, "Captain Able, there are about two hours left before you can get out of the boundaries of the treants' territory. ”

"Two hours?" Able sighed, "I didn't expect it to take so long to avoid the Treants. ”

Ever since the Scout entered the Treants' territory, they had been crawling forward. Three hours have passed so far, and about two-thirds of the way down the mountain has been completed.

Even the Carradian soldiers, who usually train heavily on a heavy basis, are overwhelmed by the fact that they are crawling through the jungle with such humidity. Not to mention the ranged elven mages who don't pay much attention to physical fitness on weekdays.

"If you manage to get away from the Treants, it's worth it." Cremont said.

The group of people walked forward silently for nearly half an hour.

DeWitt, who was at the front of the line, suddenly frowned and stopped moving.

"It's weird." DeWitt spoke.

Cremont's face tensed as he turned to DeWitt, "What's wrong?" Captain DeWitt. ”

"We're supposed to be going around in circles all the time." DeWitt replied heavily.

"How?" Able leaned over and asked, "Are we on the wrong track?" ”

"Look at the sky." Pointing to the sky, DeWitt explained, "Although the surrounding scenery does not have the impression of overlapping. But the shadow of the sun does not deceive. We should be in the Treant's maze. ”

Able looked up, and did spot some discord in the sunlight shining through the woods, with a distorted sense of space.

The soldiers heard the conversation between the three and began to talk about it.

Everyone became cautious, shrunk into each other's distance, and hugged each other.

"It was discovered. Shall we run? A young, hoarse voice echoed over the woods.

The soldiers' chatter came to an abrupt end.

In the silent atmosphere, another unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared: "What are you running, it's too embarrassing." ”

"Who! Come out for me! DeWitt exclaimed.

But there was only silence in response to him.

After a while, a fresh breeze swept through the trees, and the reddened leaves of autumn rattled.

"It's too presumptuous to ask for someone's name on someone else's territory." A middle-aged man in his mid-thirties walked out from behind the woods. He was very muscular, and the brown veins on his neck burst out as he spoke.

"This is the Tree Man. It really looks like a normal human. A soldier standing at the end of the line muttered quietly.

"Not really. The humanity of ordinary humans gives them a special smell. And the scent of this tree man is something I've never smelled before. An elven soldier standing next to the soldier whispered.

"And one of your companions?" DeWitt stood at the front of the line and stepped forward to ask.

"That kid is too timid. Already went back. The Treant replied calmly.

Cremont pursed his lips, walked over to DeWitt and whispered, "I should have gone back and called the Treants." ”

"I can hear you." The tree man said lightly, "What you said is not impossible, but I still hope that before the people he summoned arrive, you will all have been beaten down by me and turned into nutrients in the soil." ”

"What a joke. You want to take care of all of us alone? Able clenched his fists and rushed forward to say angrily.

"Almost." The Treant nodded and affirmed, "Although the quality of your nutrients is not very good. But it's good to water the flowers and plants along the fence of our territory. ”

All the warriors were furious by the Treant's words.

Cremont whispered to DeWitt, "It's even more troublesome when the rest of the Treants arrive. Captain, let's hurry up and make a quick decision. ”

"Okay." Devit stared at the tree man standing across from him, looking at the other man's face with a mocking expression. Gritting his teeth, he said: "All fighters go into combat readiness." ”

The Carradian warrior threw his baggage on the grass and pulled his weapon out of its scabbard.

Walk in front of the Treant and surround it.

"You've forgotten where you are and who I am." The Treant spread his arms.

His nails sharpened and gradually took on the shape of a twig.

"Kill!" DeWitt commanded.

"Kill!!" The soldiers shouted and swarmed forward.

The treant looked around, raised his right hand, and cut a wound in his neck.

The moment the soldiers crowded in front of him, the entire body of the Treant turned into a scrap of dirt.

Scattered on the ground covered with leaves.

"What?" The frightened soldier couldn't help but speak.

"Retreat!!" Cremont shouted.

At the same time, many arms made of wood stretched out from the ground, grabbing the ankles of the soldiers gathered together. Fall with it.

The strength of his arms made the soldiers who tried to break free feel like their thigh bones were about to be torn apart.

Devit and the others rushed forward and used their swords to help the soldiers in distress cut down tangled branches.

"The land is the source of my strength, and I am in charge of all that it carries." The voice of the tree man rang in everyone's ears.

"Damn." DeWitt looked angry and said to Abel on the side, "You can only attack with fire." ”

Able nodded. Walk up to the Elven Warriors and summon a Fire-type Elven Warrior.

"You made our soldiers like this, and this beam is over. Then we don't have anything to be polite about. Abel threw his head back and declared war.

"Let's try." The Treant reappeared in front of everyone, several times taller than before. The skin also tends to be transparent, and even its green blood can be seen flowing rapidly within the blood vessels.

The elven mage stepped forward with a resolute look in his eyes and summoned his own spell.

Dark red flames filled their bodies.

A wave of heat centered around them and surging around.

"That's it?" The Treant shook his head disdainfully and said.

"Can't you?" The elven mage, who was standing in the center of the five-person queue, squinted his eyes and said, "Or do you prefer this?" ”

The atmosphere in the arena changed abruptly, and the flames on the open mage's body turned from dark red to creamy pure white at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.