readx;?? Although the elven city does not have a huge city wall that makes Li Xun frantically complain, it still fights the defensive battle with some amazing characteristic races. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Among the tall trees stands a row of majestic tree spirits and deadwood guards with strange shapes. As staunch allies of the elves, they have been with the elves since ancient times, and they are also the most powerful meat shields in the elven kingdom.

Where they exist, there is an impenetrable Great Wall that cannot be overcome, and it is also a very violent one.

When they lay down their thick roots and whiskers, they are barely noticeable from the appearance of the normal old trees around them. But as soon as it shook its tall body and struggled to pull its tangled roots out of the dirt, the huge wooden palm the size of a millstone whistled down, and no one could withstand the thud of the ramming. What's even more terrifying is that the root entanglement that comes with the talent of the Treant Troop is an even more insoluble ability to fix the enemy.

As long as you are entangled in the roots of the tree spirit, and you don't fight it to the death, you don't want to get out easily!

But the dryads are thick and thick, but they are world-famous. The tough old bark comes with "hard skin" and "damage reduction", and in addition to the fire spells of the plastic energy system, which can inflict extra damage on them, other spell factions and physical attacks can only rely on saturation attacks to slowly wear down their tenacious lives.

Therefore, when the sea of insects in the distance swarmed, they rushed to the place where the Dryad troops were stationed, and suddenly froze.

Cracks suddenly opened on countless towering ancient trees, combining with the original uneven and convex tree tumors on the trunks, and from a distance, they looked like human eyebrows, eyes, mouths and noses. The ground cracked in the woods, the earth churned, and countless strange roots and tendrils rolled up, fixing the Zerg who rushed to the forefront in place.

Immediately after that, the towering ancient tree shook its body, let out a loud creaking sound, raised its huge wooden arm made of thick branches and countless vines, and slapped it with a vicious palm.

After the muffled "thump", a shallow pit caved into the ground in front of the dryad, and the bottom of the pit was coated with foul-smelling green sap and countless shards of carapace. With just one blow, 5 beetles with bodies as big as mastiffs and sharp claws were reimbursed!

And with the influx of countless beetles, the forest was like a huge laundry shop, and the dull and trembling "dong dong" sound never stopped.

Due to the large area of the Dryant Army's "root entanglement", the front end of the sea of insects poured here and stopped, and the later insects could only step on the body of the former to continue to advance, and then continue to be entangled, continuing to stagnate...... Like waves pushing layer by layer, and like layers of mounds of earth, the sea of insects relied on the forward succession regardless of casualties, slowly but firmly extending the flames of battle from 20 meters away to the front of the tree spirit troops.

A moment later, in addition to the muffled sound of "knock ......", there was also the sound of "creaking" gnawing at wood.

The swarming beetles all have large, large, jaws that open and close on the front, and although the dryads are generally protected by tough bark, they still eat wood chips and sap from their gnaws. Angry dryads don't roar like humans, they just silently use their wildest strength and swiftest speed, frantically hammering at the enemies surrounding them.

But even so, a quarter of an hour later, the tall dryads in the first row were still overwhelmed by the corpses of beetles and the mad rush of latecomers. All that remained was the silent killings.

During this period, a large number of slender and slender elven archers occupied the high treetops, and the elven longbows in their hands continued to pour arrows into the sea of insects, mixed with many magic arrows. I have to say that the elf shooter's accurate shooting is really a must.

Except for the weak point of the eyes, the cannon fodder beetles of the Zerg are hard all over their bodies, and they have a hard carapace with iron armor. Replaced by human crossbow archers, even if you shoot cannon fodder beetles into hedgehogs, it is difficult to kill them quickly and efficiently.

But the elven shooter is very different.

The elven longbow in their hands flicked continuously at the fastest speed, and each arrow pierced into the brain like an eye, shooting the crazy beetles to the ground. It is also thanks to their efforts that the first platoon of treant troops has been able to sustain until now. Otherwise, with the swarming posture of the sea of insects in front of him, I am afraid that the outer defense line of Green Shade City will be destroyed in an instant.

When the war front line was in full swing, on the body of a tall tree spirit in the second line of defense 200 meters behind, a little elven girl with a delicate and immature face and a childlike voice was saying goodbye to her partner under her. And on her back, she was carrying an elven bow of her size.

"Grandpa Heru, you must be careful! Illya and I are still waiting to play swing with you! ”

When the little girl said this, her beautiful eyes were already filled with tears.

The ancient tree, whose face and eyebrows resembled that of a human old man, was obviously not an ordinary tree spirit. There was not much green in sight of its tall body, except for the thin branches of its joints and the sturdy body of blue-gray nodules. What's even more terrifying is that its thick wooden hand drags a tree trunk more than ten meters long, and the two of them hug each other.

It can be seen that this is the weapon it has prepared for itself.

And this old ancient tree is the advanced Deadwood Guard in the Drywood Guard of the Treant Spirit.

"Little girl, take care of yourself, maybe we still have a moment to be together!" Deadwood Guard Horu replied slowly, word by word. "Remember, don't rush too far ahead, and be sure to protect yourself!"

Stretching out his hand, he slowly moved the elf girl standing on his shoulder to the nearby ancient tree, and Horu opened his mouth and let out a long and strange roar, and then he raised the "stick" step by step and firmly walked towards the first line of defense that was about to collapse.

In the nearby forest, countless similar responses swirled around the treetops, and tall and burly figures appeared one after another, following behind the deadwood guard Horu, and also walked to the front line without hesitation.

It was the great sacrifice and stubborn resistance of the first platoon of Treants that saved Shade from a surprise attack. With the appearance of tall figures, and with the rapid support of the druid group, the precarious defense line of the Green Shade City finally regained its stability.

Each swing and volley of the Deadwood Guard with a huge stick can cause double-digit casualties in the sea of worms, while the instant thunderbolts and earth spear spurs of the druid group can wipe out a large number of Zerg within a radius of ten meters with each blow. There are also many druids who are good at change, roaring and transforming into earth storms, tearing the swarm apart like land tanks.

And a large number of sword dancers and war dancers held long and narrow curved blades, like strange ghosts wandering among the beetle swarms, with a series of phantoms and fake bodies, slashing out a bloody storm. It can be said that in the battle against the massive swarm, it is these melee professionals who are the most injured.

After all, the druids who have transformed into Earth Storm Bears have strong bodies and hairs as tough as cowhide to cut the damage of beetles, even if the blood on their bodies is cut and scratched, they can still rampage unscrupulously, frantically trampling the scattered swarms of insects that rush through the defense line of the tree spirits. And the sword dancers and war dancers who were almost naked could not withstand the impact of such a massive number of enemies.

Agile and agile body, fantastical rune lines, and sharp curved blades that fly up and down to find flaws in the enemy's defenses...... These are all the advantages of the elven race's huge army of sword dancers. But the shortcomings are so obvious!

Their defenses are too brittle, too brittle!

Their nimble bodies shine in battles with orcs, and in one-on-one fights, the rough orcs may not even be able to touch the corners of their clothes, let alone cause them damage. Even with one-to-many, relying on psychedelic body shape footwork, they can easily complete their sword-like battles.

But now, at the forefront of the battle between the Zerg and the Elves, they are surrounded by a dozen or even dozens of cannon fodder beetles who don't know swordsmanship and martial arts, and only know how to bite and pierce wildly. The tattoos of psychedelic human eyes have become decorations in this strange crowded and strange flesh battlefield, and their flexible and vigorous bodies may allow them to last a little longer in the insect swarm, but as long as they are slightly negligent, there will be more than a dozen deep or shallow scratches on their bodies.

An injured sword dancer, at the slightest hesitation, will be bitten through the thigh by a beetle that is close at hand, and then devoured by the swarming beetles.

They were simply slowing down the progress of the berserk swarm with their own flesh and blood, fighting for the opportunity to mass-kill the swarm for the elven archers, elven mages, and druids behind them.

Li Xun stood high in the air, looking through the swaying dense canopy, carefully observing the war that took place five miles away. After all, the war took place between two foreign races, and although the flesh and blood of the two sides were flying, and the scene was unspeakably miserable, it was difficult to attract Li Xun's calm and almost cold heart.

Although the elves and humans are similarly different from each other, they are both intelligent races, which also conforms to most of Li Xun's aesthetic views. However, "if it is not my race, its heart will be different", and now it is far from Li Xun's turn to feel sad and sorry for the elf race. In this regard, Li Xun, who is very selfish, has a clear distinction between "mine" and "non-mine".

It's mine, and of course I cherish it and plan it seriously. It's not mine, I can shed tears for you, grieve for your misery, and even take the initiative to do some auxiliary work within my ability. But if you want me to pay for you and sacrifice for you, I'm sorry, I'm not great enough to be like that!

Therefore, although Li Xun frowned deeply and looked unbearable, he would never do it if he asked him to whistle now and invite the cemetery subordinates to help the elves.