Dust of History: Still fighting (1)

Under the ancient elf tree, the water in the Sunwell is recovering at an extremely slow speed. With the slow recovery of the well water, the role of the Sunwell's magic domain is also slowly resuming its role.

Although this speed is indeed very slow, it will take at least a full day to fully recover. But now it has begun to have a considerable impact on the combat effectiveness of the magicians. At least the dozens of magicians on the ground are already struggling.

There are too many deadwood guards, and the elemental giants alone can no longer resist the constant oppression of these behemoths. The digital fire magicians used the wall of fire and **** flames with all their strength. Groups of flames and explosions continued to explode between the deadwood guards, and the flames soared into the sky and sawdust splattered everywhere. In the incantations and gestures of the earth mage, huge soil pillars and spikes kept rushing up from the ground, keeping the deadwood guards and unicorns out.

Among the tens of thousands of flying arrows in the sky, one of them suddenly broke through the Hurricane Shield, circumvented the gap between the ice wall and the flame shield, and penetrated a magician's body from the side. neck. The magician fell to the ground and clutched his **** neck, his hands and feet twitched like a dying goose. The earth armor that originally protected his whole body has gradually weakened and fell off unconsciously.

This Jiqing is the third magician who fell under the arrows of the elves. The protective magic such as Hurricane Aegis, which seemed to be seamless, will always have strange fluctuations at some point, or it is weak, or The operation stopped suddenly, or a hole suddenly appeared somewhere.

Of course, elf archers can't capture these subtle changes and shoot, but they don't need it either. It's as if the rainwater will naturally seep in even if the holes in the roof are invisible to the naked eye, the rainstorm arrows will never miss any holes. The corpses of the three magicians on the ground already speak volumes.

"Why does it seem that the effect of magic is not stable anymore? This forest is weird!" Finally a magician discovered the problem and roared amidst the explosion sound from his hands. "Let's go to the sky on the air element."

"No. The magic power is not light enough to summon the air element, and the recovery of magic is too slow in this forest." An air master tried to summon the element, but was almost vomiting blood due to the magic backlash caused by the failure fell to the ground. "Everyone, don't go any further, keep this formation, and wait for Master Aiden and the others above."

On the ancient tree of war, Kailin, an elf patrol soldier who was dying, was carried back lightly.

Her body has flame burns and scars of vibration and impact. There are also a few magic ice thorns stuck on her hands and feet. Her reaction and skill are good, but the most important thing is luck, the angry bombardment of dozens of magicians failed to blow her into minced meat.

"Elder Luya is alone on the War Mantis?" Kailin slowly woke up under the recovery magic of the Elf Elders. "Don't we just have to watch from below?" Kailin jumped up. She still held the pitch-black longbow tightly in her hand. But just when he jumped up, his feet were weak and he fell down again.

"All the flying horses that can carry people have been dispatched and died, and only the juvenile flying horses are left." The elf elder sighed. "It's impossible for you to be able to draw the Phantom God Bow due to your current injury. Right now, I can only hope that Elder Luya can hold it longer..."

An incomparably shrill and strange cry interrupted the Elder Elder's voice, and crossed the sky above the Whispering Forest. Under the siege of dozens of magicians, a praying mantis exploded with flashes and roars of various types of magic, and uttered a strange cry unique to insects and fell from the sky.

The originally slender, hideous and angular body of the War Mantis has been rotten like a rotten rag that has been used for decades. No matter how strong the vitality and defense power is, there is a limit. Dozens of advanced magic attacks are enough to blow an iron mountain into pieces.

But none of the mages looked good, because there were already over ten mages who had been crushed under the giant scythe of the war mantis.

Whether it's flying or air element, they can't compete with this behemoth in terms of speed and flexibility. Of course, magicians can't dodge it as well. Even offensive magic can hardly hit the target accurately. In the end, the slowness, weakness, curse, and armor-piercing of dozens of elemental masters made the war mantis crooked, and the monster was blown to pieces.

War mantis is not the only one. At the same time that this mantis fell, a magician screamed and the air element under his feet was divided into two under the huge scythe of another mantis. part.

"Okay, there is one more, if you kill it, you win." A warlord roared passionately like a warrior.

It's not just him, in fact, all the magicians are a little out of control now. Unknowingly, these originally wise old people have been completely immersed in the battle, and the sadness brought about by the death of their companions. Fear, anger, and the raging magic explosions and flames have already wiped out their original calmness.

The only thing the magicians have to deal with now is a praying mantis. The biggest one has been fully engaged in the mutual pursuit with Master Aiden. From a little distance, you can only see a huge green shadow and a small white spot flying extremely swiftly in the sky.

"Give me a chance, give me the leaf of the world tree. I will spare the lives of the elves here." Aiden's voice was as cold as ice, but his eyes were red hot. He knew this elf, the only survivor in the Whispering Forest a year ago. More importantly, he could feel the existence of the leaf of the world tree from this female spirit.

Although they were both galloping and spinning at high speed, he almost had the illusion of smelling the breath emanating from that leaf. If he didn't know that he really couldn't resist the blow of the War Mantis, he would definitely turn around and rush over to grab this leaf.

Luya didn't speak, even if she wanted to, she couldn't. All her energy and spirit had been spent on not being thrown out under the high-speed movement of the praying mantis. Every time the mantis turned around and spun around rapidly, she felt that her heart was about to fly out of her mouth, and the hands and feet holding on to the mantis' shell seemed to be broken by inertia at any moment.

These war praying mantises were originally magical creatures left over from the ancient elven empire. They just hatched after tens of thousands of years. Zhiye sat on the War Mantis. And now these three praying mantises are almost all the hopes of the elves.

From the very beginning, she had vaguely felt that the coincidence of the arrival of these magicians led by necromancers might be directly related to her own decision to send people to visit the Tower of Fangs.

Even if I really don't know that the Tower of Fangs will be controlled by the Necromancer. But as long as people can wait until the Ancient War Tree grows completely and Sunwell restores the Forbidden Demon Domain before sending people to visit, the catastrophe in front of it will never happen.

It's all my own fault. Just because of my momentary high-spirited and rashness, such a disaster has been brewed. Seeing the explosions and flames flashing below, the elves screaming and limbs flying, Luya only felt a few knives twisting in her heart. It's not just pain, but also the heaviness of feeling that my heart and soul are being torn apart but unable to vent.

If everything can be saved, she is willing to pay any price. But what had happened could never be undone, she knew it well. Then at least she must do her best to make amends and try her best to win this battle. Even if it seems hopeless now, she still has to fight and cannot give up. This necromancer is undoubtedly the leader of this group of magicians. He is also the strongest one, as long as he can be killed, there may be hope for this battle.

But now it seems that this hope has been very slim. No matter how the War Mantis attacked, it couldn't keep up with the necromancer's flying agility. On the other side, a war mantis has already fallen under the siege of the magician.

The mantis stopped, and Luya stood still at the fastest speed. Take out the leaf of the world tree from your arms. Even that is dangerous. But she had to fight one last time.

"Great Mafa, your pious people would like to pray for this life in your name..." Luya recited the prayer, and the green light on the leaves of the World Tree began to bloom instantly.

The praying mantis that had been chasing him suddenly stopped, and Master Aiden was also taken aback, but he also reacted when he saw the female elf above taking out the leaves of the World Tree and began to chant the mantra. The shape also stopped suddenly, and a thunderous bomb flew out of his hand in an instant.

The lightning ball was not heading towards Luya on the praying mantis. Master Aiden didn't want to blow up the leaves of the world tree together, he only aimed at the head of the praying mantis. As long as this monster is defeated, no matter whether it is people or things on it, they are just pockets.

The moment the thunderball came into contact with the mantis' limbs, it turned into a loud bang, and the green hard shell splashed everywhere in the flashing electric light. But the praying mantis didn't fall down. The monster blocked the thundering bomb with its huge forelimb of the sickle in front of its head. Not only was the head not damaged at all, even the forelimb of the sickle was only slightly shattered.

Master Aiden frowned slightly, and fired again with both hands, this time it was two thunderous bombs.

Two huge explosions could not cover up the weird hissing from the mantis' mouth. One of the forelimbs of this mantis was completely blown into pieces all over the sky, and the stench was accompanied by green pieces. And the liquid splashed everywhere, and the explosion air wave and the mantis' own struggle almost threw the elf above it down.

But it was almost, and did not really throw Luya down. But her spellcasting was still uninterrupted, and it was finally completed.

"... Let the humble life have the life and power of a dragon, let it be used by me." With the completion of the prayer, the light on the leaves of the world tree has become as bright as a green lamp. She put the leaf of the world tree on the back of the mantis, and the indescribably abundant life magic surged in.

The praying mantis is still roaring and shaking, and the broken forelimbs are still spouting green body fluid, but at the same time, its body is inflated as if it is inflated, and it has already swelled up in just one breath. Twice the original size. Originally, this magical creature was only a little smaller than the Wyvern, but now it has become a huge monster tens of meters long in the blink of an eye. In comparison, Master Aiden not far away seemed as inconspicuous as a little white sparrow, and even the compound eyes of the praying mantis seemed to be a circle bigger than him.

Dragon. Such a huge body, I am afraid that only the legendary dragon has it. And such a magical insect whose original life and attack already far surpassed any beast, and with such a body, its combat effectiveness might not be much worse than that of a real giant dragon.

Master Aiden looked straight ahead. But he still didn't forget to shoot out the fourth Thunderbolt projectile in his hand. Fragments of the praying mantis' shell were still splashed amidst the huge roar of lightning flashes, but this time the explosion only left an inconspicuous mark on the other forelimb of the praying mantis.

The thunderstorm bomb had almost no obvious effect, and Master Aiden, who hadn't had time to be surprised, only saw this monster the size of a hill rushing towards him with a deafening screeching sound. Although the body has become huge, the speed has not decreased at all but seems to be faster.

Almost relying only on instinct, Master Aiden slid past the oncoming sickle like a nimble fly slipping through a person's fingers, relying on his peak air magic cultivation and flying technique. The airflow passing by almost made him think that his face had been cut off. The forelimb of the sickle, which was already a bit ridiculously big, is now as big as a small boat. Needless to say, it is a human body, even an elephant may be divided into two.

Luya sat on the back of the praying mantis in a crevice of a carapace that could accommodate her because of her growth. She can barely move now. This is the nature-level magic 'power of the dragon' that can only be used with the power of the leaves of the world tree. The huge vitality of the war mantis almost drained her energy.

This is all she can do, and the rest is to see if the mantis, which is not much different from a real dragon, can deal with these magicians.

On the other side, the magicians who were already familiar with the road still used a huge number of curses and magic bombardments to blow up the other praying mantis as well. Naturally, they also saw this unbelievable natural magic scene, and immediately swarmed over on air elements.

On one side of the edge of the forest, a man and a woman were galloping towards the Ancient War Tree on horseback.

Through the dense branches and leaves of ancient trees above, one can vaguely see the mages sitting on the air element bombarding a huge green shadow in turn. All kinds of magical lights and roars came and went.

Asa rode his horse and galloped towards the ancient tree of war. Although he could not see the direction of the ancient tree of war due to the shadow of the forest, he could feel the location of the sun well. The faint fluctuations emanating from there resonated with his body.

This is his third visit to the Forest of Whispers. It seemed that every time he came to this forest, he would inevitably be involved in a battle. He really didn't know whether it was his own luck or the bad luck of the elves. And there is no doubt that this battle must be because of the only remaining leaf of the world tree. I don't know if that thing should be said to be the sacred object of the elves or the source of disaster.

Are you going to help those elves? First off, I'm not going to help these heretics. "Talis, who followed him, said loudly.

Asa didn't look back. Leave a sentence: "Just don't get in your way. Maybe I won't have time to rescue you this time."

The Forest of Whispers is no longer as quiet as it used to be~IndoMTL.com~ There are magical explosions in the distance and above, the shouts of elves, and the smell of burnt trees or corpses. The battlefield is no different. But probably because all the dead wood guards were concentrated on the other side of the forest, they rushed all the way without any hindrance, but this place was a little unnaturally quiet.

Talis followed Asa and said loudly: "Do you know that it is an offense for you to speak to a knight like this? The offense you have given me for more than ten days along the way is enough to offset your self-righteousness Grace. Let me tell you that I can be a Templar Knight at any time..."

"Get out of the way." Asa, who was galloping on his horse, suddenly shouted. He reined in his horse, stood up and left the saddle, and flew back without forgetting Lataris.

Talis's reaction was not too slow, Asa's reminder and pulling made her leave the saddle almost at the same time. The two flew back together, but the two horses continued to charge forward with undiminished momentum.

A soaring pillar of fire suddenly rose from the ground in front of it and involved two galloping horses. A small piece of plain ground in front of it seems to have turned into a small crater, or a magic crater, and the flames that spew out are mixed with a strong magic aura. The temperature of this magic flame is higher than that of Lava is no slouch either. After two miserable horse hisses and a strong smell of burnt, two scorched and deformed horse corpses slid out of the pillar of fire from the other side.