Lord of the Oasis Chapter 704: .The stalemate of the first tree person

"Captain DeWitt, how long until we get to the bottom of the mountain?" Exhausted, Abel carefully bent over and walked to DeWitt's side, walked with him and asked.

Hearing this, DeWitt looked up at the sky. Estimated the time and replied: "Captain Abel, it is about two hours before he can walk out of the border of the Treant's territory."

"Two hours left?" Abel sighed, "I didn't expect it would take so long to avoid the Treants."

Since the scout team entered the Treant's territory, they have been crawling forward. Three hours have passed by now, and this is about two-thirds of the way down the mountain.

Even Calradian soldiers with heavy training tasks on weekdays can't bear to go to the ground in such a humid jungle. Not to mention the long-range elf mages who don't pay much attention to physical fitness on weekdays.

"If you can successfully escape the Treants, it will be worth it." Claremont said aside.

The group walked forward in silence for another half an hour.

Devitt, who was at the front of the line, suddenly frowned and stopped moving forward.

"That's weird," DeWitt said.

Claymont's expression also became tense, and he asked DeWitt, "What's wrong? Captain DeWitt."

"We should have been going around in circles," DeWitt replied heavily.

"What do you say?" Abel leaned over and asked, "Are we going the wrong way?"

"Look at the sky," DeWitt explained, pointing to the sky. "Although the surrounding scenery doesn't have the impression of overlapping. But the shadows cast by the sun don't lie. We should be walking into the trees. People are in the trap."

Abel looked up and did notice some inconsistencies in the sun shining through the woods, with a sense of spatial distortion.

The soldiers heard the conversation of the three and began to talk about it.

Everyone became cautious, indented each other, and hugged each other.

"It was discovered. Shall we run away?" A young and hoarse voice echoed in the sky above the forest.

The soldiers' chatter came to an abrupt end.

In the quiet atmosphere, another unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared: "What are you running? It's too embarrassing."

"Who! Get me out!" DeWitt yelled.

But the only response to him was silence.

After a while, a gust of wind blew through the woods, and the reddish autumn leaves rattled.

"It's too presumptuous to ask someone's name on someone else's site." A middle-aged man in his thirties walked out from behind the woods. His physique is very strong, and the brown blood vessels in the neck burst out with the voice.

"This is the tree man. It really looks like a normal human." A soldier standing at the end of the line whispered.

"It's not like that. The human nature of ordinary humans makes them produce a special smell. And this tree-man has an aura I've never smelled before." Standing next to the soldier One of the elven soldiers whispered back.

"And one of your companions?" DeWitt asked, standing at the front of the line.

"That kid is too timid. He has already gone back." The tree man replied calmly.

Claremont pursed his lips, walked over to DeWitt and whispered, "It should be back to call the tree man."

"I can hear it." The tree man said lightly, "It's not impossible what you said, but I still hope that you will all be beaten down by me before the people he called arrive. , become nutrients in the soil."

"What a joke. You want to take care of us all alone?" Abel clenched his fists and rushed forward angrily.

"Almost." The tree man nodded and affirmed: "Although the quality of your nutrients is not very good, it is still good to water the flowers and plants around the fence of our territory."

All the warriors were enraged by the Treant's remarks.

Claremont whispered to DeWitt, "It will be more troublesome when the rest of the Treants arrive. Captain, let's hurry up and make a quick decision."

"Okay." DeWitt stared at the Treant standing opposite him, with a mocking expression on his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "All fighters are ready for battle."

The Calradian warrior threw his luggage on the grass aside and took out his weapon from the scabbard.

Walk in front of the tree man and surround him.

"You really forgot where you are and who I am." The Treant opened his arms.

His fingernails sharpened, gradually taking the shape of branches.

"Kill!" DeWitt commanded.

"Kill!!" the soldiers shouted and swarmed forward.

The tree man looked around, raised his right hand, and cut a wound on his neck.

At the moment when the soldiers crowded in front of him, the tree man's entire body turned into a scrap of dirt~IndoMTL.com~ and fell into pieces on the ground covered with leaves.

"What?" said the frightened soldier.

"Back!!" cried Claremont.

At the same time, a number of arms and trunks made of wood stretched out from the ground, pulling the ankles of the gathered soldiers. Fall with it.

The strength of its arms is such that soldiers trying to break free feel like their thigh bones are about to be ripped alive.

DeWitt and the others rushed forward and used their swords to help the soldiers in distress cut down tangled branches.

"The land is the source of my strength, and I dominate everything it carries." The tree man's voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Damn." DeWitt looked angry and said to Abel, who was beside him: "It can only be attacked with fire."

Abel nodded. Walk to the front of the elf soldier array and summon fire elf warriors.

"You have made our soldiers like this, and this beam is settled. Then we have nothing to be polite." Abel raised his head and declared war.

"Come and try." The tree man appeared in front of everyone again, several times bigger than before. The skin also tends to be transparent, and you can even see its green blood flowing rapidly through the blood vessels.

The wizard of the elf tribe stepped forward with resolute eyes and summoned his own spell.

Dark red flames covered their bodies.

A heat wave surged around them.

"That's it?" said the tree man, shaking his head disdainfully.

"Isn't it?" The elf mage standing in the center of the five-person queue squinted and said, "Or do you prefer this?"

The atmosphere in the field changed suddenly. The flame on the mage who opened his mouth changed from dark red to creamy pure white at the speed seen by the naked eye.

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