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If Forty-Seven had come closer to them, they would have seen the druids casting spells in a circle around one of the thickest and strongest trees, and the light green light of life poured into the tree from all directions, and those rays were by no means inferior to the most powerful rejuvenating spells, each of which could save the life of a dying man, but they poured into the giant tree in the thousands, causing it to grow wildly—at the cost of the death of the other trees.

Finally the tree moved. Fado and the other druids scattered with withered faces, dodging the mass of roots that had risen from the ground. The thick branches and rhizomes twisted and twisted together to form huge limbs with the cracked trunks, and the mass of wood tumors in the upper part of the trunk formed a somewhat face-like part, from which came a roar like a wind blowing through the forest—a sound so loud that it seemed as if the whole forest had been shaken.

Mage Argus's attacks followed the sound - mostly fire spells, flying fireballs and walls of fire that rose from the ground instantly surrounded the huge tree man, burning it crackling, the tree man roared, blowing out a damp mist to extinguish the flames, it carried the unextinguished fire on its body, and stepped out of the woods in two steps to the clearing, and at the same time picked up a dead tree in its way, raised it and smashed it at a black iron colossus, knocking it down in one fell swoop, and even half of its body fell into the ground.

Argus's soldiers retreated, and the sturdy armor was in vain in the face of the treemen's might—a paper cutter might not break a tin box, but few would not be able to break a tin box if someone stepped on it.

Only three Black Iron Colossi were left to entangle with the Treants, but their Maces had little effect on the Treants. Although each blow carries a large amount of sawdust and bark, the Treant ignores it, as it has no bones or internal organs in its body, and his wounds are still healing and healing under the protection of the forest. With a loud bang, a huge sound wave was deafening, and the Argus mages dodged using flying or featherfall, but one mage was struck by a flurry of flying wood chips, and the turbulent protective ranged weapon spells fluctuated and blurred, and a dozen sharp arrows came in an instant, and two of them successfully shot him through the shield - and that was enough.

It seems that the Argus could not hold on. Looking at the incomparably powerful tree man, Forty-Seven and Fado both thought so.

The Treant held the trunk high again, ready to smash it, but the trunk in his hand was almost half short, and just now it found a colossus and slammed it three times in a row, and finally stepped on it, almost knocking him into a ball of scrap metal.

Forty-Seven suddenly heard a buzzing sound from far and near—Argus's flying machine!

It's Argus' flying machine. It seems that the Argus mages here summoned them, just as the ground forces summoned air support.

Five aircraft lined up in an attack queue and quickly approached.

The Treant also raised his head, actually leaning up a bit, looking at the strange things in the sky with some confusion.

These aircraft were not quite the same as the one shot down by Forty-Seven, their structure was more streamlined, they looked like enlarged dragonflies or locusts, and there was only one white-robed mage riding on them, and the four steel wings vibrated at high speed to provide power, and swooped down.

As the craft dispersed, five dark green deadly rays hit the treants at several angles.

Two of the beams had no effect, but the other three caused severe damage to the treeman, and the place where the rays hit instantly decayed into dust, and spread out a large area - the treeman's arm holding the trunk was broken in two and severed from his body, and his waist was also damaged in a whole half, almost broken.

Five flying machines circled around the clearing, and dropped many small ceramic balls into the forest, and one shot landed right next to Forty-Seven and exploded, emitting dazzling flashes of light and shocks - he had seen this, it was a bomb of doubt.

Fado was lucky not to be affected, but she bit her lip in despair after seeing her companions in pain under the attack of the Doubt Bomb - it's over!

The five aircraft relined themselves and flew back around the ***, ready to launch a second attack on the one-armed treemen.

This stronghold is what they want to do - once the Mage Tower is built, it can be used as a new forward command post.

On the flying machine, Master Argus was aiming the dissociation wand on the airframe at the target, when he suddenly heard a buzzing sound behind him and quickly approached - at first he just cursed secretly, thinking that his colleague behind him was flying too close to him, what if he collided with him?

But the next thought made his heart twitch suddenly. Aren't you the last one in the queue? Behind you is-

He didn't have a chance to look back. Forty-seven landed on his flying machine, and the greatsword sliced through his neck and plunged into the fuselage, exploding in a wrench of blood and sparks.

Then he flicked his legs, causing the machine to fall after the mage's head, and leap to his feet.

The black steel wings on Forty-Seven's back vibrated like the wings of a flying machine. This is what he got from the crashed half of the reconnaissance aircraft. The core residue in his body seemed to have an innate ability to absorb these constructs - it was mine. Forty-seven unreasonable thoughts, peace of mind.

The deformed hand cannon spits deadly flames into the tail of the previous aircraft. The force of the explosion sent it out of control, swirling down with sticky flames, streak a beautiful meteor-like trail across the dawn sky.

"What's that!" mage Argus on the third aircraft cried out in horror, and before he could react or remember any spells, the flail turned into a hand cannon had already wrapped around the wings and pulled down violently, this action on the one hand made Forty-Seven fly higher to chase the two flying machines in front of him that had already realized that something was wrong and began to climb, and on the other hand, the flying machine in his hand that only half of its wings were left and crashed down.

Forty-Seven charged in the air and swung his sword at the fourth prey, but missed, because he had to roll over to dodge the dissociation ray fired from the aircraft that had circled behind him—Forty-Seven didn't want to use his body to test if it was strong enough to avoid the dissociation ray.

The flail turned into a hand cannon again, firing two bullets in a row, which was already the limit.

The mage looked at the oncoming flame missile, and chose to abandon the plane to escape, even if he opened the magic shield, he was not confident that he could hard-catch up with the attack of the meteor burst in his opinion, and he was ready to fly-

The sharp arrow piercing the neck taught the mage three things.

One, not all elves have been affected by the Doubt Bomb.

Second, you should prepare long-range weapons at the same time.

Three, he's finished.

The survivors who were lucky enough to escape did not look back and fled.

Forty-seven didn't chase them, but began to land into the clearing, where there were quite a few damned Argus soldiers.

"Welcome, old friend. ”

Uther, who was alone, greeted him at the entrance of the village as if he had known that there was a guest, and gave Anton a cordial hug.

"What wind brought you here?" he smiled kindly, "old friend, you will definitely be pleasantly surprised." Two young paladins are visiting me, one of whom is a knight of the gods...... They'll be happy to see you, and you might be able to give them some pointers on their trial, but that's until dawn, when we can come to my room for tea...... It's been a long time since you've drunk tea made with unicorn water, have you?"

"Oh?" Anton was surprised that there were two paladins in the elven village, but then he smiled as if he understood something, "That's great news. Old friend, I miss your tea too - I also want to talk to you about something, let's go in and talk!"

Uther's hut was on a high position of the largest ancient tree, and from the window, there were not many trees that could reach this height, and the flowing starlight and moonlight gently shone into the hut, as if casting a light veil on the people and things in the house, and even the misty steam became much more crystalline, and occasionally a firefly passed through, which was unusually beautiful.

"You can always feel the peace of mind here......" Anton held the hot wooden cup, blew on the end of the tea, took a sip, and let out a long sigh.

"It's a natural creation, old friend. Uther's dark brown bearded face was still the kind smile, although he was not known how many years older than Anton, but at the moment they were exactly like two old men who had been neighbors all their lives: "We just know nature and go with it, so that we can have true peace." ”

"yes...... When I don't take risks anymore, I may ask to come to you for retirement with a shy face......" Anton put down his teacup and said half-seriously and half-jokingly, but then his tone became stern and solemn: "Old friend, you said that it is right to go with nature...... So, is it natural to use the power of demons?"

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the third chapter of the burning jungle twenty-seventh round of the attack of the empire (two) address is.