In the face of a large number of life races, as long as the attack does not exceed the tolerance range of the blood race, then the vampire group is almost invincible. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

One of the main reasons why the vampires were not released at the beginning of the battle was that at the beginning of the battle, many magical beasts were still in groups, and there were countless stocks of similar spells on their bodies. Bringing the army of vampires into the field at this time will undoubtedly cause them to suffer a devastating blow in an instant.

Moreover, the vampire army is an invited guest army, if they are allowed to suffer too much damage, it will undoubtedly destroy the good relationship between the two acting city lords and the blood clan.

Under the superposition of these factors, the two Yin Wind City Lords chose to withstand the siege of the Demon Beast army with abomination troops and war facilities, and waited until the attack momentum of the beast tide dropped slightly, and then released the blood clan army that had been gathering momentum for a long time.

As the ancestor of the Blood Clan, the Blood Demon no longer moved as soon as he teleported to the tower in the center of the battlefield at the beginning, but silently examined the battle of his subordinates.

Once upon a time, every battle the Bloodseeker had ever fought was bloody and ferocious, and every time he had left himself in ruins. However, as the Cemetery class matured, he no longer needed to charge forward as before, using his body as bait and flesh as a weapon, and using his cruelty to himself to deter the enemy.

Standing with his hands behind his back to the wind, sniffing in the thick smell of blood that filled the entire space, the Blood Demon smiled comfortably and comfortably.

In his field of vision, groups of vampire counts suddenly appeared in the midst of the fiercest battles, slashing out a bloody storm with the sharp and bright blood-red swords in their hands. They seldom dodge enemy attacks, and are completely attacking from attack to attack. And their lean and lean bodies are like the most agile cheetahs, and they can ripple a series of phantoms when they advance and retreat.

Their participation undoubtedly played a mainstay role, quickly stabilized the unfavorable situation just now, and even showed some faint signs of turning the tables on local battlefields.

After all, Yin Wind City is just a newly rising cemetery city, and it is still very weak in terms of troop reserves, especially the middle and high-level troops, and it has not yet formed enough strike force. In the previous battle to lure the enemy, the undead corpse tide of a little scale was finally reimbursed, which exposed the weakness of Yin Wind City even more.

In general, the current defense of the city guards of Yin Wind City is basically sufficient, but the initiative to attack is not enough. This is also a major reason why the two acting city lords are desperately trying to pull people from the outside world.

In the face of the terrifying beast tide of the crowd, just blindly defending seems too passive, and only by sending a new force into the beast tide can the heavy pressure on the entire city defense line be effectively relieved. And this kind of new force can only be done by high-level bloods with vampiric regeneration and vampire attacks. Even if you change to the same number of necrons of a higher rank, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand forever like an army of vampires.

Among the surging beast tides, there are also many powerful races with rough skin and thick flesh. Guys like Earth Storm Bear, Iron Armored Rhino, Four-armed Ape, Wild Wolf, and Jungle Monty Python can often smash any target within a radius of more than ten meters with a single desperate explosion. And the vampire Earl's troops are so wear-resistant, even if he has been slapped into a meat pie by the berserk earth storm bear one moment, and the next moment the blood-colored aura sweeps over, he can be pulled back to the battlefield from the world of death again, and fight the enemy to the death with a fierce fighting posture again.

There is always an end to the outbreak of the berserk beast, and when its physical strength is exhausted, it will withdraw from its crazy and violent mental state, and inevitably become a soft-footed crab, and this is the time when the vampire counts will besiege it en masse.

If you look at the battlefield from above, all the commanders of the jungle side will have an illusion. That is, the ground forces of the undead are already sparsely dispersed, and with a little more effort, those vampire troops that are wrapped in the raging beast tide will be wiped out in an instant.

However, this illusion has been maintained for a long time, and the beast tide has broken out many times in a row, but the small vampire army of less than a thousand people still exists tenaciously. If you look carefully, the jungle commander will be shocked to find that the number of this force has not decreased significantly.

Above the sky, a dense mass of countless birds occupied nearly half of the sky above the city of Yin Feng, and it was a large number of ghost banshees and hordes of ordinary vampires who fought bravely against it.

In the sky battlefield, although the beast tide alone occupies nearly 7% of the share, most of them are weak larks, owls, wild bats, turtledoves, nightingales and other harmless birds, like griffins, Peng birds, bipedal flying dragons, Chimera, mosquitoes and other fierce birds and monsters are a minority after all.

This also led to every hedge fight between the two sides, and most of the low-level birds that rained down on the sky were low-level birds on the jungle side.

With the firmness of the vampire count on the ground, and the frantic sweep of the vampire troops in the sky, the tide of terrifying beasts that was still boundless before actually appeared visible to the naked eye.

This shows that the beast tide of the Warcraft Lord Organization has already shown signs of weakness. This undoubtedly made the druids who had been staying out of the situation a little anxious.

At this time in the war, except for the vassal races directly under the Warcraft Lord who were still lurking in the jungle, most of the rest of the jungle forces had already been put into the battlefield. If the Druids continue to wait and see, this will undoubtedly discourage the Jungle allies, and turn to wonder if this is a terrible trap for the Druids to trap it.

As a last resort, the Great Druid Vandal Wise Man, who had been anxiously waiting for the follow-up troops, could only let the druids enter the field in advance.

Sadly, as children of nature, the druids have never had the vicious idea of blocking their allies in their simple hearts. The reason why they are reluctant to enter the field is that they are waiting for another decisive strategic force, the Shuren Legion.

As natural allies of the druids, these ancient trees and deadwood guards that have undergone thousands of years of natural evolution are the best choice for charging and defending against danger, and they are also essential meat shields and guards for the druids with thin troops.

Unfortunately, their slow walking speed makes them a big problem.

The battlefield of Windy City is already in full swing, but the druid's army of treants is still moving towards the battlefield step by step hundreds of miles away. At their speed, it would take at least 2 days to reach Windy City.

With the order of the Grand Druid, nearly 100 Druids of all ranks who came with the team began to take action.

Instead of rushing into battle, they turned back and sank into the depths of the jungle behind them.

I saw druids flying through the jungle, constantly climbing some ancient treetop or steep hill, as if looking for something in the jungle.

Finally, a high-ranking druid stopped in front of a vigorous ancient tree that stood tall in the sky.

After three circles around the ancient tree, the high-ranking druids finally made up their minds. He took out a wooden pot full of ancient meaning from his bosom, leaned over and watered half of it at the foot of the ancient tree, then stood up straight, stroked the trunk of the ancient tree with his hand, and sang a rough and vigorous ancient war song.

When the war song sounded in the jungle, the ancient tree in front of him couldn't help but tremble slightly. At first, the tremor was slight, but as the druid's voice grew louder and louder, the tremor of the ancient trees spread to the earth, causing the jungle to shake with it.

The earth cracked, the roots bulged, and the ancient tree chosen by the druids let out a long, silent roar of pain. Three horizontal cracks erupted in the middle of the trunk and slowly opened, making it look like human eyes and mouths from a distance. It also pulled all the roots out of the earth with great difficulty, and quickly tangled and condensed into two thick, messy wooden thighs under the influence of natural magic.

"Knock Knock"

Two dull stakes crashing into the ground were heard, and the ancient tree, awakened by the natural magic of the "Summoning Tree Man", finally completed its transformation.

The Treant leaned down slightly, and the deadwood hand, made of hundreds of branches and parasitic vines, scooped up the druid and placed it on his shoulder, and then took a big stride, rushing towards the bloody battlefield that was still frantically fighting in the distance. On the way, the tree man uprooted a large tree of suitable thickness by the way, briefly cleaned up the messy branches on it, and dragged it backwards and strode behind.

This is the combat weapon it has prepared for itself.

One druid is so, two druids are so...... Soon, from the depths of the jungle, a group of terrifying treants numbering more than forty came out.

The smallest of these guys was seven or eight meters tall, and the tallest one even reached fifteen meters. They all stood tall in the sky, with long whiskers floating up and down their bodies, and their huge torsos were exposed, like human strong men, with thick lines, covered with circles of wooden texture. There are wooden spikes on his elbows, knees, and shoulders, and he looks like a violent enough war maniac.

Looking at such a rapid army of treemen, several of the oldest druids showed sad and helpless expressions.

The Druid's "Summoning Treants" is indeed a powerful enough natural spell, but unfortunately it is not inherently in line with the druid's natural ways.

Not every tall tree in the jungle is suitable for summoning a Tree Man, which requires careful cultivation and careful care. Usually, only a very small number of old trees can grow into summonable Treants under the water of a large amount of Moon Well.

And the "tree man" that the druids forcibly spawned with natural spells just now is simply violating the laws of natural survival. Although many of them have succeeded, they have also brought great harm to these ancient trees with insufficient heritage. After this war, the lives of those who survived would have been cut in half even if they replanted their roots.

This may be a kind of life punishment for disobeying the laws of nature!