vrcanaries Chapter 455: Special Team with Environmental Labels
Chapter 455: Special Team with Environmental Labels
Priest Boll was standing on a slope with a large army.
He opened his mouth wide and looked at the flames burning in the woods with a helpless expression.
This is the East Second District deep in the haze forest, and the condition of the plants is not ideal due to lack of sunlight.
After being bombed by their own artillery, the already precarious ecological environment completely disappeared.
Pulling his own beard braid, Bol showed an extremely heartbroken expression.
But after all, we had to rescue Lin Liya, and this round of shelling played a very crucial role.
Those human cavalrymen were thrown off their horses and thrown high into the air like broken sacks under the volley of artillery fire.
Even some powerful small leaders were knocked down by the shock waves that swept across the battlefield.
After just one round of bombardment, the number of standing knights on the opposite side was reduced by half.
"Lin Liya! Come up quickly!
A few more rounds of bombing would probably cause a forest fire!
Come up quickly! I'll let the secret team take care of the remaining enemies!"
Bol shouted to the elven ranger below.
After seeing the elf ranger start to run back, he quickly gestured to Senna who was eager to try next to him.
Being called a secret force by the head of the sect really made Senna, who loved making up stories, happy.
If her best friend Lian was here, she would probably be dragged around by her to show off all day long.
Look, look! In addition to taking care of raspberries, Senna also became the boss of the mysterious army in the Druid Station!
But at this moment she was not so happy that she forgot her mission.
A dozen druids walked out of the team and stood behind Senna.
These were the agricultural druids who followed her to manage the ecological fields. After the defense war against the fallen elves, they all mastered the ability of [Plant Control].
Led by Senna, the team half-squatted and supported their palms on the ground.
This allows the druid to select the object he wants to control by finding the roots of plants under the soil.
Immediately afterwards, ten ash trees, which were much smaller than the oak trees, rose from the ground.
Although ash is too slender compared to oak;
But even the tallest frost giant is not as sturdy as the giant transformed from the ash tree.
Their trunks are like strong arms, and the sharp leaves on the branches are their blades.
Using the power of their roots, these trees, which had turned into humanoid forms, quickly ran towards the cavalrymen who were stunned by the artillery shells, throwing sharp branches as they ran, launching long-range attacks.
Compared with Lin Liya's mortar team, the agricultural druids led by Senna are indeed a team full of environmental protection labels.
Although the ash tree is not a sturdy tree species, the trunks, which are as thick as arms, whip out with great force, and crackling sonic booms can be heard continuously in the air.
The huge and terrifying body is simply a nightmare for human cavalry. These attacks from overhead are difficult to defend against, and even a powerful blow can cover the bodies of several cavalrymen at the same time.
Even if some powerful cavalry used weapons and shields to block these tree trunks, they were powerless to resist the leaves and branches that were thrown out from the tender branches.
Under the terrifying force, these leafy branches were as terrifying as whips covered with spikes.
"Awesome!"
Little Senna put her hands on her hips, took out a raspberry from her pocket and put it in her mouth.
"Baji, Baji... I got the inspiration from Ms. Keira's whip... Baji, Baji...
Recently, I often see her chasing the pastor with a whip... Baji, Baji..."
The face of a middle-aged bald man not far away suddenly turned as black as charcoal.
As time went by, the cavalry who had suffered from the concussion and dizziness caused by artillery shells on the battlefield began to recover slowly.
The defense line consisting of only ten ash trees became precarious.
Bol gestured to a group of young female orcs.
These orc girls were the fastest promoted group among the orc druids, but for some reason, they seemed to have no talent in the practice of divine arts.
Often, people have reached a certain level to learn third-ring spells, but they still have difficulty casting spells.
This seems to be related to the terrible illiteracy rate among the orcs. The little orcs always make mistakes when reciting spells.
Therefore, Bol began to let them embark on a path that paid less attention to spells - totem druids who specialized in summoning.
These orc girls aimed at the human cavalry that were getting closer and closer at the bottom of the slope and uttered a rapid syllable in unison.
In an instant, an animal coalition consisting of nearly a hundred winter wolves, grizzly bears, and even angora rabbits appeared in the center of the battlefield and joined the Ash Wood team.
These summoned creatures are not ordinary animals in the main plane that look easy to bully. They are upper-level creatures from different natural planes.
Even the Angora rabbit, which has the weakest combat capability, is a ruthless character that can knock a warhorse unconscious with one kick of its legs.
Under the earth slope, after suffering the baptism of artillery fire and the attack of tree people, the last three or four hundred remaining human cavalrymen began to engage in close combat with the group of ferocious beasts.
However, the survivors who were able to survive the previous chaos were not easy to deal with.
None of these human cavalrymen were below high level, and Bol even clearly felt that one of them was close to the legendary level.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, the ash wood turned into pieces of firewood;
The summoned creatures also returned to their original planes after being severely damaged.
"Master...why don't you take this opportunity to launch another round of bombardment?"
The Elf Ranger Lin Liya couldn't help but ask.
Boll was stroking his moustache, carelessly cleaning the remaining lunch crumbs from it.
“Lin Liya, these knights are standing too close to the forest.
If artillery is used at this time, at least hundreds of old trees may be destroyed...
Some of the oak trees are older than Rillifandu.”
He clapped his hands and untied the cords of his cloak.
"Besides, I really don't want to rely on these fancy things."
After saying this, Archbishop Bol's already tall body began to bulge, and his originally knotted muscles broke free from the restraints of the cloak and continued to expand and grow.
"Roar--"
The cavalrymen who were clearing out the last few winter wolves at the bottom of the slope suddenly heard this roar that could trigger their heartbeats.
Several cavalrymen who were already seriously injured covered their hearts with their hands.
"Is this a dragon's roar? Damn it, I've never heard of a giant dragon appearing in the Haze Forest!"
"Be alert!
This could just be the white dragon running down from the Spine of the World."
"Absolutely impossible. A white dragon, which is smaller than a warhorse, cannot make such a terrifying roar..."
The surviving cavalry gathered together and looked up to search the sky for traces.
Even though the era of dragons ended tens of thousands of years ago, the fear engraved in their genes is not so easy to overcome.