The negative energy that is too strong can only be withstood by undead creatures, and any natural creature with life cannot tolerate this oppressive and turbid breath at all, and can only rely on the individual's physique to resist. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As a result, the weakest beasts began to die one after another, the corpses of centipede lizards and spotted snakes were scattered all over the ground, and those beasts that had resisted the invasion of death became restless, scratching the ground frantically and roaring loudly.

Seeing that the momentum was not right, under the command of the Druid Elders, a large number of Druids rushed into the area shrouded in mist and began to sprinkle purification techniques around them. This mutated first-order spell that has been modified by the children of nature can only purify food and water in the jungle at best, but here it is not hesitant to expel evil with a light effect.

You must know that expelling evil is a fourth-order druid divine technique, which can only be successfully completed by a druid above level 8, and purification, as a first-order divine art, can be cast without hindrance as long as it is a druid. Moreover, the consumption of divine power between the two is even more natural.

It can be seen that the negative energy of the undead creatures and the breath of life conceived in the bodies of natural creatures are indeed mutually reinforcing, and each can inflict the greatest harm on the other.

The natural breath impregnated in the purification technique and the rich negative energy aura of this heaven and earth were entangled and annihilated with each other, which made the pale mist of this group of druids retreat and avoid everywhere they went, effectively alleviating the panic of the beast tide.

A deafening, dense roar rang from the depths of the reckless jungle, and a large group of red-haired, eerie flames burning with their tails appeared behind the herd. As soon as they appeared, their mouths opened slightly, and a series of blazing fireballs slammed into the depths of the pale mist.

The terrifying shock wave brought by the fireball burst and the elemental flames that sprinkled all over the sky instantly emptied a large area of mist, allowing the Yin Wind City not far away to finally unveil the hazy veil, and for the first time, the red fruit fruit presented its true face in front of everyone.

The berserk beast tide at the bottom may still be fearless to the ignorant, but the many intelligent races hidden at the edge of the jungle can't help but gasp.

Terrible, evil, filthy, powerful......

Terrible words that could erode people's hearts slowly flowed through their hearts, making them finally understand what kind of true and pure terrifying evil force they needed to face today.

A majestic and majestic wall towered in front of them, and the entire wall was made of dense piles of terrifying human skulls, and the dense human skulls and jaws on it were even constantly opening and closing, as if trying to pour out their pain. And the even denser and terrifying group of undead corpses piled up under the city wall, layer upon layer, has been stacked into a terrible mountain of corpses.

A dense tide of terrifying corpses that could not be distinguished slowly wriggled and squirmed, and the entire mountain of corpses resembled a stretching and twisting ooze monster that was luring the living with their terrible undead chatter.

And on top of the tall white-bone city wall, rows of hideous and ugly stitching monsters guarded there from the wind and rain. Their bloated, swollen fleshy bodies were covered with black chains, and huge guillotines and terrifying iron hooks collided in their hands. The huge and ugly mouth of the blood basin on his chest was wide open, and the intricate and dense fangs inside could be seen, all of which were sharp like an upside-down sharp dagger.

In the deeper space, you can vaguely see many strangely shaped undead creatures hidden in the dense mist of dead air, and a terrifying evil aura that makes people's hearts stop filling the entire sky.

Morale - 2.

All of the Intelligent Warcraft and Druid groups that witnessed this were faced with a harsh Morale-2 battlefield penalty. The terrifying and hideous appearance of the undead has seriously exceeded their psychological tolerance, and at this moment, even the most resolute druid has no reason to feel cold in his heart.

Surrounded by the great druids, the wise man of Vandal has a high nose and deep eyes, a towering forehead, and a garment woven of green leaves and vines, showing the demeanor of a child of nature. In the face of such a terrible evil, the wise man of Vandal raised the long staff of Panli wood in his hand, and boosted the morale of the surrounding people with a continuous roar, and then gave the order to attack with a wave of his hand.

Inspired by the druid's collective magic, the endless jungle beasts roared and rushed forward. The terrifying tide of berserk beasts and the terrifying tide of undead corpses collided in an instant.

Under the white bone city wall, thousands of heads are crowded, and there are fierce beasts and undead fighting together everywhere, and it is impossible to clearly draw a dividing line. The two sides are mixed together, attacking all non-moving objects with the same fierce and violent madness. The entire battlefield is inflicting death and violence with great efficiency.

At the same moment, countless zombie skeletons were torn to pieces by the raging jungle beasts, and the stinking and filthy corpses were scattered all over the ground. At the same moment, more zombie skeletons tore at the fur of the animals with their filthy black claws, scratched their bellies, pulled out their internal organs, and allowed their bloody intestines to wrap around their bodies.

The beasts are roaring, the zombies are roaring, and the battle scenes between the two sides are bloody and cruel, so that many druids in the rear can't bear to look directly, so they can only tilt their faces and chant the names of the ancient gods of nature in a trembling voice.

As an ancient sect handed down from antiquity, the druids believed in both gods and men. Cenarius, the father of the great oak tree, was also a powerful druid, and it is said that he was the son of the ancient god of the moon and the white deer, and was born with great divine powers that no one else could match.

As the patron saint of the primeval forest, the great Cenarius pursued a noble principle of friendly care for all natural life, established a good relationship with the forest full of life, and enjoyed a harmonious natural balance.

However, in the frantic war of the Crane plane to exterminate the Arcane Empire, the great Father of the Oak Tree had to use his majestic divine body to turn into a strong barrier in order to save the devastated forest on a larger scale, which saved the destruction of everything caused by the collapse of the Crane Continent.

It can be said that after the Klein Continent was divided into three pieces, it was the self-sacrifice of Cenarius that allowed the Warcraft Continent to retain the most primitive ecology. Therefore, in the Warcraft Continent, the group of druids is very transcendent, and they can freely enter and exit the lairs of all fierce birds and beasts without being attacked by the other party.

However, the great sacrifice of Cenarius also deprived the Druids of their greatest support, and although his remaining natural divine power was still able to respond to the druids' prayers and divine gifts, his great will was broken and slumbered.

This has also led to a painful situation in which the Druids are declining.

The remnants of Cenarius's divine power are scattered throughout the Warcraft Continent, and they can only continue to grow by relying on the nourishment of the thriving jungle to give more magical feedback to the druid group. That's why the druids paid special attention to the safety of the forests of the Warcraft Continent, and once they discovered the source of evil such as the Cemetery City, which destroyed the primeval jungle on a large scale, their reaction was also the most intense.

Because the jungle is the source of their current magic skills, and the destruction of the jungle by the Necropolis is to destroy the foundation on which they stand, and of course they have to come out desperately.

However, this complicated situation is not at all clear to the two parties, so adhering to the dislike of the other party in their nature, the two sides chose to resolve the conflict in the most drastic way.

War, killing, blood, death......

At every moment, hundreds of lives are passing on the front lines of war, countless souls are wailing, and a terrible death vortex is spreading and expanding. Some creatures with a keen sense of soul can even see the invisible Grim Reaper projection wandering the battlefield, sneering and harvesting one painful soul after another.

The terrifying tide of beasts was still pouring out of the jungle, seemingly endless and endless, while the tide of undead corpses gathered under the walls of white bones was limited. Therefore, looking down from the sky, you can clearly see that the purple and black corpse tide is constantly being swallowed by the surging beast tide, disappearing from the map one by one.

Some of the intelligent demonic beasts stimulated by the excessively strong blood and brutal aura on the front line could not maintain a calm mind, and many warcraft races that gathered together also began to rush to the front line, unscrupulously bombarding the remaining undead corpses with their own talent spells.

The purple-black corpses began to die at a faster rate.

"Damn, what are these dazed guys doing? They actually used precious spell-like spells on these low-level undead, so what would they have left after the real war began? Are they ready to gnaw at each other's fortified castles with their fangs? ……”

The wise man of Vandal roared angrily, but there was nothing he could do with these demonic beasts that did their own thing. These are all the direct subordinates of the Warcraft Lord, and the druids can't directly interfere with their command on their behalf.

The "great" Warcraft Lord was still contented in the depths of the jungle 5 miles away, and he didn't go to the front line to command at all, so the Warcraft attack in front of him was more of a spontaneous behavior.

This may be the normal way of fighting between jungle monsters, but it is not war.

Karui and Plataya, who were hiding in the Windy City and peeking at the front line, couldn't help but have their blood pupils shining at the same time when they saw each other's scattered and disorderly.

"These stupid monsters seem to have a lot of nature, and we must make good use of this!" Karui was almost incoherent with excitement.

Plataya, covered in cold frost flowers, quietly lowered his head, his jaw opened and closed silently, and soon transmitted the specific battle instructions to the distant war towers and pillboxes.

Inside a war tower, the terrifying corpse witch chief wearing the necromancy robe received the order, and couldn't help but roar loudly and excitedly: "Give me all the wit, the city lord has passed down the order, and immediately carry out a large-scale skeleton summoning." Don't those brainless monsters think that there are fewer targets? So let's send them a little bit more target. Fast...... Hurry up, Skeleton Summon, the skeleton summon with the least amount of mana! ”

For a time, a similar roar resounded through almost all war buildings.