The light flowed in the crystal, which was fascinating. The tree elder gray-skin gently put it back on the base of the rock with his fingers like dead branches. The shallow flowing light reflected the gray-white rock wall in the darkness and the brightness in everyone's eyes.

"In that ancient age, seeds sprouted in the rocks, they grew lushly and formed towering trees. The surging rivers in the earth, with this source, pass through the sunless underground, and shape everything on this land."

"Thanks to you who sent it back, I hope it's still time."

"It's short beard..." Time Reflection couldn't help but ask.

Gray skin looked back at this human. "The earth will be injured, but it can always heal the wound. We are the people of the earth, and our short beards will be healed."

The commander of the Holy White Stone couldn't help but turn around and looked at his own people on the left and right. No one spoke - but the Paparal girl on the side looked at them and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

She knew what had happened before and recognized these people's choices.

The leader of the Holy White Stone sighed softly:

"Let's talk about winning the current battle first."

May nodded: "Yes, but the heart of Mount has returned here, and we are not hopeless in the next battle."

The tree elder was looking up and looking at the thick root system passing through the rock formation. They had experienced many years and protected the place. And it seemed to see the towering ancient trees on the strata. Among countless years, they had already protected the nearly eternal time here.

It sighed:

"...Then I'll leave it to Lord Mun Yarit."

...

The forest was turning into a sea of ​​fire, flames were peeling and burning on the canopy, star embers were flying, and the flames illuminated Silvede's side face. She held the communication crystal in a little unfamiliar way and looked at the scene in the forest - a wry smile. "Our Captain, the situation here is not good, the defense line is almost impossible to hold on. They may collapse at any time, it is just a matter of time."

Tianlan rushed out from the side with his head in his arms. Seeing Silvede couldn't help but stop and shouted: "Sister Silvede, why are you still here? Everyone is going to retreat. Let's run away together!" She turned to see the communication crystal in Silvede's hand, and her eyes lit up: "Is this Brother Ed?"

Tianlan trotted all the way, grabbed Silvede's hand without saying a word, and shouted exaggeratedly: "Brother Ed, come and save us! We are going to die, the monster is coming in, help me!"

Silvede looked at the little girl with a little amused look, turned around and looked at the hell-like forest, and the figures kept evacuating from the front line. The flames of destruction in the dark fell from the sky, plowing over the forest like a scalpel, and the golden light lit up her deep and blue eyes.

In that direction, there were several towering black shadows. Occasionally, a flashing beam of light lit up the crystal luster on their shells, and the wafers covered each other layer by layer, like thick scales. She looked at the shadows that stood like mountains, and listened to the low whistle from afar. The extremely penetrating sound seemed to make the whole forest boil, tunneling through the soul, and the burning animals in the woodland were also running around in scatters.

They gradually brightened up, and the light flowed on each crystal thick scale and gathered into a point. When the brightness reached its maximum, a rain of light was stimulated from it, and the light hit the forest one after another. The rising flames actually had a destructive beauty.

That is the disorderly monitor. In comparison, the densely packed disorderly guards under their feet are nothing but pediatrics. But the light disappeared in the dark, lit up, and continued to illuminate the flat armor of the monsters, layer by layer, forming a undulating ocean in the dark. Countless rocks rolled towards the human positions, almost plowing the ground on the front line of the thorns, from time to time, people flew up, fell, and turned into white light.

At the front of the battlefield, there are disorderly minions like dark sea water. They can no longer see the number. Only when the waves are rolling, whenever a storm strikes on the sea, the waves will swallow everything. At the beginning, the front occasionally counterattacks, and one or two magic lights pass over the battlefield, illuminating the dark sea. But later, the defense gradually loses any sound.

The sound of beating and peeling burning above the tree canopy, the sharp rocks flying through the air in the darkness, the rocks rolled and landed in the woods, making a dull sound, and the trees were overturning and squeaking, occasionally, the roars of monsters coming from afar from the battlefield, and the sound of the girl's quiet breathing.

In the communication channel, Fang Yu tried to make his voice appear stable: "I'll arrive soon, Silvede, give me some more time--"

Silvede smiled and replied, "You know, I will always give you time, my Captain."

"Ah--" Tianlan grabbed his throat and rolled his eyes as if he was weird: "Sister Silweid is so romantic, I'm so sour, I'm going to die!"

If Fang Yu could immediately come out of the communication crystal, she would be sure to die, but Tianlan was shaking the ship's officer, and the latter was just smiling.

She asked softly: "You are going to die. Do you have any last words left to Mr. Luo Yu?"

"He, hum, I don't care about him."

The walnuts underground pulled Betchi and rushed out of the sea of ​​fire. Seeing the two of them, they couldn't help but stop: "Miss Silvede, I can't hold on the front anymore, but everyone had a dispute over staying or leaving, and the people of the tree did not plan to retreat. Some people were preparing to evacuate into the ash woods to see if there could last for a while. What should we do?"

Silvede looked at the crystal in his hand and was about to speak.

But it was then that a dazzling light came into the eyes of several people—

...

Even though you have consistent language, it is often difficult for people to convince each other -

When the crystal army arrived in full bloom, despair spread like a tide, the defense line disappeared one after another, and looked around at the battlefield as if there were enemies on all sides. From time to time, white lights rose up in the darkness, and one team, two teams darkened from the communication channel.

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"Where they can retreat, where can they retreat? Behind them is the grey forest. Can they hold on there for a moment more than here? Holding this line of defense is to keep our last chance. Once we finish playing here, we all finish playing together. At best, it's just the difference between dying early and late. I see these bastards so scared that they pee their pants, a group of boneless speculators!"

The Great Swordsman threw the communication crystal in his hand to the ground with force, as if it was his enemy. The people around him looked at each other, and a sharp rock was whistling over their heads, crashing into the burning bushes behind, bringing up a scattered spark.

People looked back in that direction, and in front of the unstoppable monsters, they were like the burning bushes that could turn into a handful of ashes at any time.

Someone asked in a low voice: "...The tree people don't plan to retreat, leader, what should we do?"

"That's right!"

The great swordsman pulled out the giant sword inserted on the ground and looked at everyone around him with a firm look, "You have heard my words, and staying in this place can only die sooner or later. Leaving with them can also die a while later. But staying in this place, you are brave enough to die in battle, like a warrior, not a coward. Everyone is coming together temporarily. I understand that you have their own ideas, and I don't force you to stay, or leave with them."

"But I have decided to stay and fight side by side with the tree people. Even if I die, I will face the enemy, not the back to the other side, okay," he said, "that's all I want to say. What you are going to leave, you can go."

But people looked at each other and everyone seemed to have roots under their feet.

A little girl weakly held her staff and whispered: "But leader, I, I am not a warrior."

The crowd couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The Great Swordsman couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

In the forest where fires are soaring, several teams are preparing to evacuate from the thorny front.

Although they were evacuating, they did not flee in scattered areas. They still seemed in order from the line of defense. Those who left the last were looking back and looking at the people who stayed behind, and were somewhat incomprehensible.

"These savages are like iron-clad brains. What can they change when they stay? When will they change their style of giving away their heads for nothing and claiming to be brave?"

The deputy was a little angry: "The thorny front line has been broken, why do you have to rely on a line of defense to fight the opponent? Now, gather everyone together and retreat into the ash forest, preserve the vitality as much as possible, and stick to the second line of defense is the king--"

The leader looked at his colleagues and shook his head: "Their choice may not be wrong, and the tree people have stayed. We made this choice because I think the power of the heart of the tree should be more than that - I collected some information, just thinking that if the front line is broken, we can also delay the time in the ash forest."

"The way is to make a decision before moving." The deputy murmured.

The former smiled and gestured on the sand with a staff: "In fact, sometimes it may not be necessary. Nowadays, it seems more like a gamble. If the bet loses, maybe as that guy said, we are no different from them, but we just die early and late."

"But what if I won the bet?"

"Win the bet?" The leader looked at that direction: "If we win the bet, even if we die, we can keep the seeds so that their efforts will not be in vain." He smiled again and turned around: "Of course it's not that noble, but I have invested so much in the early stage and don't want the investment to waste. The Heart of the Tree is still here, so we can continue to recover the cost-"

At this time, someone ran out of the forest in anger:

"Captain, someone contacted us."

The deputy turned around and waved impatiently: "It's those savages again, let them fight with those monsters by themselves. We have made up our minds to evacuate and will never stay for any reason."

"No, no," the man shook his head quickly: "It's that poet."

"That poet?"

The deputy was stunned for a moment before he realized: "Cuiye, aren't he and his team planning to retreat? What are they doing?"

The wizard reached out to interrupt him, stepped forward, and asked, "What did he say?"

"He said that the man is back..."

...

"They are coming again, they are coming again, raise their shields, raise their shields, you have a look for me!"

The stout dwarves wielded battle axes on the position, rolling around like a ball, roaring like thunder. Every dwarves had a loud voice, whether they were indigenous people or the caller.

The dwarf was so excited that his beard trembled, and his scales were whispering, and he repeated loudly as if he was crazy: "Stand firmly, stand firmly, don't act like he didn't eat. Stop this wave, I will double my salary for you, and I can't stop it, so everyone will pay together!"

The crystal fell on the position like raindrops, and the sharp fragments hit the big shield, whistling, the dwarf with a whistle helmet and an axe, walking around in the heavy rain without any injuries.

The disordered minions hit the dam like a wave. The guards took a step back together. Two dwarf rune masters ignited the spells, and the flames flew into the monsters, forming two bright balls of light. The shock wave generated by the explosion exploded a hole, which made the crystal monster retreat slightly.

After the crowd, an Evan Quinn elf kept drawing arrows from the quiver behind him. Each arrow would almost take away a disordered minion. The sharp arrow either hit the eye socket or penetrated the throat. When he touched the arrow thirty-third time, he grabbed a hole and looked back and found that the arrow had been used up.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! But a quiver filled with arrows flew over, and a human ranger threw his quiver over and shouted: "Use mine."

"Thank you."

The elf took the arrow and nodded.

"Aren't you afraid?" the human ranger asked looking at him with a little curiousness.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"I heard you are an Aboriginal."

"Our understanding of life is a little different from that of you," the elf shook his head: "What's more, in your words, this is only one-fifth of the starlight, right?"

The human ranger couldn't help laughing: "You're really interesting, but the leader of the group would definitely not think so. I heard that he invested a lot of money in this place, bought a lot of supplies, and was about to do a big deal. Look at that guy, do you look like a gambler who lost his eyes? Haha, I heard that you have a lot of jokes about dwarves, they are famous slaves."

The elf smiled: "But he is the Saint-Selected, just like you."

"That's no difference, guess why did he choose the dwarf?"

But they suddenly stopped chatting because they received a communication request at the same time.

"It's them tomorrow. Haven't they retreated to the grey woods?" The human ranger looked at the communication request and muttered a little unexpectedly.

However, the two of them still chose to accept it at the same time. After all, on the battlefield, any delay in any information may be fatal. But for a moment, the two of them were stunned for a moment, because after joining the communication channel, what they saw was not the imagined leader, but another message:

Columba invites you to enter the channel: battlefield communication, channel manager: Columba, Cuiye, Tomorrow, Ten Nights, TNA...

"It's him..." Seeing this name, the human ranger was slightly stunned. The long list of names and IDs of the team leaders behind the channel manager seemed to indicate what this temporary communication channel meant.

After a moment of quietness in the channel, a slightly disturbing and deliberately thickened sound came from:

"Everyone, the counterattack has begun."

That familiar voice made everyone silent.

But immediately, another rude voice rang out: "I said you are really as famous as your name. If you don't say anything after you put us pigeons, you will talk about these nonsense now?"

The Ranger wiped his face and realized that this was the voice of their leader, the hot-tempered dwarf. Although it was true that he said that, he always felt that it was always a bit embarrassing to be so careless in front of everyone.

The elf also coughed lightly.

However, the words were rough and the rules were not rough. The leaders of the channel couldn't help but talk until a very calm voice spoke: "Can you tell us first where you went?" The voice was not high, but it made everyone feel quiet unexpectedly.

Fang Yu stopped, and only some low background noise echoed in the quiet communication channel - in fact, except Cui Ye, not many people here know where this mysterious craftsman came from, and the deliberately disguised voice did not contain much real information.

It was only after a moment that he spoke again:

"You will understand immediately."

You will understand immediately?

Everyone was slightly stunned, and even the rude dwarf forgot to curse for a moment - what is this answer, do they think they are three-year-old children?

But it was also at that moment that the underground world suddenly changed to some extent. The feeling was slight, but it was lingering in the hearts of everyone. They were slightly stunned, but then, immediately they felt the source of this change—

At that moment, the battlefield was becoming quiet. The peeling and burning flames, the screaming roars that broke through the air, the wailing of death, and all the sounds disappeared.

It seemed like a ghost appeared on the battlefield, swallowing all the sounds that could be heard. There was only a blank space left in the auditory world. Whether it was high or low, all the vibrations were stagnant. However, in this silence, they heard another sound - a sharp, buzzing trembling sound.

The sound seemed to come from another world, sometimes low, sometimes sharp, almost inaccurate when it was low, and seemed to penetrate the soul when it was sharp. Everyone couldn't help but open their mouths wide, and it seemed to be pitch black in their sight.

They had heard such a voice not long ago, but this moment became clearer.

And at that moment, another voice came from the darkness:

"look up."

It was like a command that made everyone subconsciously raise their heads. It was this moment when light was born. The pure light originated from the boundless darkness. It was endless and drooping down from the rock top underground.

It was a ball of flame, and the heart of the mountain was lit up again, like a bright sun, which was even more dazzling than before.

And in this dazzling light, it seemed to be carrying a new green like a dream. Fang Yu was slowly putting down the communication crystal in his hand, looking up at the source of all the light on the rock top, as if it was illuminating the forest below the ground as before.

Then an old voice came from his heart:

"Thank you, young human."

"If I had no desire to rise to the mountains, it would be difficult for me to suppress the power of the crystal, but now there is still room for recovery for all this. I will clear the obstacles for you... but next, I will leave it to you."

An invisible ripples were sweeping across the entire underground. It was the power of nature in the recovery. The earth was shaking, causing the majestic life to slowly rise from under the soil layer. The curled leaves were filled with a touch of greenness.

And the thick vines that broke through the rock formations, each of which looked like the long tail of a giant snake, swinging the disordered minions swept towards the battlefield, smashing them to pieces.

More tiny roots are also rising from the ground, entangling every lifeless crystal structure, making these monsters unable to move, and into every rift between the rocks, allowing them to collapse under the endless power.

Within the range of light, the crystal monsters on the battlefield were falling down one after another, as if another guardian under the ground had truly shown its power.

That is the power of life, from Aimeya's favor and the great power of nature.

Everyone was stunned.
Chapter completed!