This withering fire, created specifically for the purpose of killing natural life, is the natural enemy of natural life, and the touch of the disease attached to the roots is simply pediatric. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the druids can transform into all kinds of fierce and violent jungle monsters, their vitality is still inherited from their own essence, so they are still very fragile. Especially when faced with this forbidden spell that specializes in eroding life force, they are simply vulnerable.

First, several druids in the form of lions, wolves, and leopards hissed and retreated from their wild transformation state, and turned into human form again, desperately brushing "rejuvenation", "purification" and "treatment of slander" on themselves. In addition to the natural spells of Warcraft, the druid cannot cast the natural spells of the main body in the wild transformation state, so if he wants to save himself, he can only release the transformation.

And the high-level druids who transformed into Earth Storm Bears, Violent Giant Apes, and Black Boba Pythons also roared in pain under the erosion of the withering fire, but they finally relied on their strong physical advantages to break free from the entanglement of the roots. They swarmed and soon became a mess with the Blighted Treants and the Fallen Druids.

With the help of the withered treeman's ten-meter-long vine whip and the giant tree palm, the fallen druid even transformed into an adult bipedal wyvern, fighting frantically with many druids.

Yin Wind City had just strangled a group of bipedal wyverns some time ago, and the Fallen Druid had mastered this transformation ability by only devouring 3 mature bodies. If it continues to accumulate in this way, it is clear that this fallen druid's transformation ability will improve by leaps and bounds after this battle.

After all, the jungle monsters of various strange races can make him eat as long as he wants.

At this time, the battlefield of Yin Wind City has turned into a pool of chaotic war swamps that no one can completely clear. All kinds of demonic beasts and fierce beasts converged together, frantically impacting Yin Wind City.

Some of the castles are still in the hands of Yin Feng City, and the cemetery mercenaries cooperate with the mid-to-high-level elite troops of the cemetery to defend the war towers and battle forts, and the cloud rays of death are still raging wildly. Some of the cities have been completely lost, and the herds of beasts that have been driven straight into the cemetery and the reserve troops of the cemetery who have rushed to hear the news have launched a life-and-death battle in various streets and alleys, among all kinds of eerie and terrifying magical buildings.

In every dark and hidden corner, there may be lurking ambush troops in the city of Yin Feng, and at the end of every alley and street, there may be a small group of city guards struggling to resist and fight stubbornly. All kinds of strange-shaped jungle demonic beasts disappeared in the surging beasts, erupting suddenly from time to time, eating away at the defensive power of Yin Wind City little by little.

And the cemetery mercenaries who completely let go of their hands and feet also wandered in groups in squad mode on one battlefield after another, choosing the weak and devouring them. If the traces of powerful demonic beasts are discovered, the various squads will also quickly communicate with each other, and use various ambush methods to separate the other party from the beast herd and kill them.

This is a chaotic quagmire of cemetery mercenaries slaughtering high-level magical beasts, and it is also a happy temple for jungle magical beasts to enjoy a gluttonous feast. One by one, predators lurk in the murky water, picking and choosing targets as they please, trying to drag one prey after another into the quagmire of chaos, killing unscrupulously inside.

Even if the Druid Treant troops were rampant just now, once the Druid group was led away by various means, the Treants lost their handy eyes, ears and command. After dividing the tree people with tragic sacrifices, groups of abomination began the operation of reverse siege.

It's not just the Treants who have medium-range control, but so does the Abomination.

The abomination who rushed up against the attack of the hordes of beasts, one by one threw out the hideous iron hooks in their hands, and the finished glyph fixed the tree man in the middle, and at this time, naturally a large number of cemetery mercenaries and elite soldiers came to cut wood. Although such an operation could not succeed every time, under the strong killing of Yin Wind City regardless of casualties, nearly half of the tree people still fell to the bloody killing battlefield with a wail.

If these tall treemen were to charge into battle in groups, it would be difficult for the Windy City to curry favor with them, even if they sent ten times as many strangulation troops as they were now. But once they are divided and surrounded, they are at best a group of stake bosses with rough skin and thick flesh and long blood and wearable.

By the time the last tall Treant crumbled and fell, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

The seemingly endless tide of beasts finally stopped its continuous infusion, and the massive herd of beasts fought half outside the city, half inside the city. Looking down from above, the roar and roar of the desperate fight could be heard from any corner of the northern half of the city.

Due to the dense number of lives that died in a short period of time, coupled with the negative energy that was so dense that it became materialized in Yin Wind City, some broken souls that had not had time to dissipate began to wander the battlefield. They had just been deprived of their lives, and they could not adapt to the reality of their own death, and they searched for their bodies on the battlefield in confusion, and from time to time they looked up to the sky and let out a heart-shaking cry of pain.

An indiscernible chant of incantations emanated from the magical castle, and the moment the incantation stopped, a thick red cloud of evil emanacies emanated from within, falling on a large pile of beast corpses in a corner of the battlefield. The sound of flesh and blood bursting was heard incessantly, and soon, a group of skeleton warriors with miserable white bone swords in their hands stood up. Without the corpses showing their targets, they each rushed towards the nearest group of jungle beasts with their swords in hand.

Just as they were still fighting bravely without fear of death, a loud and mournful hiss sounded in mid-air. A huge hideous body fell from the sky, crushing the large group of skeleton warriors and killing three or five gray wolves.

It's a two-legged wyvern.

A bipedal wyvern covered in criss-crossed, bone-deep injuries. And on its body, it is still nailed with seven or eight vampire bats.

The battle between the two sides was too tragic, even if the bipedal wyvern fell into the sky and crushed the two vampire bats nailed to their bodies, these remaining vampire turned vampire bats did not let go, frantically sucking the little blood left on the other side.

The Wyvern raised its neck in a wailing and hissed for help to its nearby people, but the battlefield that screamed to kill the heavens completely engulfed its last efforts.

Finally, the high long neck of the two-legged wyvern slammed into the ground, splashing a little dust, and the last trace of life breath was completely annihilated.

The sound of a rumbling beast galloping was heard, and a rampaging ironclad rhinoceros burst past the vicinity. A few vampire bats that had just feasted on the Wyvern rose into the sky and silently pursued behind the ironclad rhino.

The figure that had previously covered the sky and the sun was no longer visible from the high sky. At this moment in the chaos of the battlefield, any move to expose oneself to the eyes of the public is stupid and dangerous. And such fools have already paid for the tuition with their lives, but it's a pity that they themselves can no longer use it.

A series of blood-red light clusters emitted from the inside of the northwest corner of Yin Wind City, and the strong mana shock was terrifying. But the elemental fluctuations there had not yet subsided, and a terrifying elemental explosion erupted from a battlefield on the other side, and the frenzied elemental shockwave almost destroyed the buildings in the city within a radius of 100 meters. And on a wide avenue in the Windy City, more than a dozen high-level and above-level druid incarnations of berserk beasts are frantically besieging and killing a humanoid monster covered with terrifying fleshy tentacles, and the battle scene is bloody and fierce.

In an adjacent alleyway, a skinny humanoid wrapped in a red-striped burqa on a black background was confronted by a terrifying razor-eyed boar. The razor-boar's body was covered with criss-crossing scars, but its furious killing intent had been fully aroused. Seeing another prey come into his sight, the razor boar's huge nose hole spewed out a hot white column of air, and the two thick front hooves dug twice into the ground, and the next moment began a savage charge.

One is a skinny little black robe, and the other is a razor boar weighing half a ton. The pair of blood-stained fangs of a single razor boar can kill each other, and there should be no suspense in the duel between the two sides. But the guy who has survived in such a tragic battlefield so far can have a few good stubbles!

The thin black robe just raised his equally shriveled and wizened fingers and pointed at the rushing razor boar, and probably muttered a few mysterious prayers that no one else would ever understand. The blood-red eyes of the razor boar, which had rushed halfway, suddenly dilated, and then the flames of life quickly faded from its huge body.

Its muscular body topped down, grinding sharp chirps and dazzling sparks on the ground, rolling all the way to the black robe. Eventually, its sharp fangs came to rest firmly at the black-robed feet, barely a faint distance from the other party.

And the black robe that has done all this still looks so light and breezy. There is neither the ecstasy of cursing behind a strong enemy, nor the cringe of a behemoth slipping into it, just like crushing an ant on the side of the road with his hands, raising his feet, bypassing this "garbage" blocking the way, and continuing his journey.

Such scenes continue to occur and dissipate in all corners of the Windy City, and each battleground participant does not know whether he will be dead or alive in the next moment, and what kind of opponent he will encounter when he turns the next street corner......

No one can fully control their own destiny. In such a killing battlefield, life is so fragile, and experience is not worth mentioning. The only thing that will keep you alive is great strength and enough luck.

Seven-eight out of ten war towers and war forts on the periphery have been destroyed, and they have become a sea of wild beasts. Hordes of jungle creatures rampaged through the Windy City, then fell sadly in one dark corner after another.

At this point, no commander can continue to control their troops, and all they can do is keep killing. Either kill the enemy, or be killed by the enemy, only efficient killing is the key to breaking the game.