The ground had become fragmented, and the cracks like cobwebs began to soften, and a sour smell permeated the air, and a miserable green mist began to appear where some of the surrounding wooden blocks came into contact with the ground.

The elves who had not yet left the ground were suddenly restrained by the ground, and it took a lot of effort to break free, and there were bursts of numbing pain where they came into contact with the soil...... Their faces were gray and showed an undisguised pain, as if they were the weakness of a patient who had been bedridden for a long time.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"Damn, how did this magic get around our defenses, why did this happen, why didn't our defenses work?"

"It's a curse, it's a curse, hurry up and use magic to dispel these curses, there is negative energy in these dirt, there is a curse in them, don't touch them, hurry up and fly, fly. ”

The elves were scolding loudly, but the movements in their hands were very fast, and they immediately found the cause of the problem, and the corresponding countermeasures and put them into action.

The flying mages were all free from the ground, and the flying sword dancers jumped on top of the humble dwellings, and the azure light bloomed in the field, and the simple curse was dispelled at once, but even so, in this wave of attacks, they lost more than twenty of their companions, and they did not die from the curse, but were swallowed by the swamp with acid, and now there were no bones left.

Alice, who shot with all her might, made the acid concentration in the swamp reach a very terrifying level, even if the metal fell into it, it would not take long to be corroded, and the magic runes on the elven sword dancer could not be strong enough to resist corrosion.

While the elves in the rear were busy dealing with the acid swamp, on the front line against the zombies, the zombie army that had crossed the double obstacle of fire and swamp came to the place where the dryads were, and the ugly wounds on the surface due to the burning flames did not affect the zombies' combat effectiveness except for making them look more disgusting.

The zombies used the weapon in their hands to cut the body of the dryad, and the reason why they were equipped with a slightly decent weapon today was that at this moment, after adding magic, such a weapon was enough to hurt the dryad's body.

It looked like a lumberjack in the middle of the forest at work, with a cloud of sawdust and a noisy cutting sound, and the huge dryads were so easily cut into pieces of wood.

Such a scene looks so ridiculous, the powerful dryad is simply defeated like this, it looks like an absurd fairy tale, full of false unreality,

However, such a fairy tale did not last long, even if they lost the support of their roots, even if they were half-lying on the ground and difficult to move, these behemoths did not sit still, but struggled to crush countless zombies into pulp, even with ugly rolling and undignified fighting methods, they did not choose to give in, but chose the way of almost dying together.

The black flesh mud mixed with the black tomb soil, sticking to the bodies of these dryads, the negative energy contained in them, is also eroding, like a chronic poison, consuming the life of the dryads, in the face of numbers, it is enough to affect the dryads.

In a sense, this is indeed a magical scene, the most fragile roots of the dryad are not afraid of such a curse, in such a half-plane filled with negative energy, maybe these dryads can still survive tenaciously, and even eventually change this half-plane to dispel the negative energy here.

Behind the hill giants threw huge stone balls, each of which was in the midst of the zombie army, crushing a path of white bone and flesh, which was very muddy and disgusting.

However, this did not stop the zombie army from advancing and attacking, the hill giants were not facing morale-raising creatures, and the fear caused by their attacks did not have any effect on the zombies, and the real casualties caused by the stone bullets did not seem to affect these countless zombies at this stage.

Such a strategy, if it is very effective against living creatures, but if the object is replaced by the undead, the ten effects can really be achieved only one or two, especially the loss of quantity, which is the most ineffective method for the undead.

How many undead are there in a negative energy plane, how many skeletons, zombies, and ghosts are there, and how many are more advanced than skeletons, zombies, and ghosts?

The elves have not forgotten this, even in a panic, their consciousness is still clear, knowing that this approach can temporarily defend against the attack of these undead, but if they want to support it for a long time, just by looking at the number of zombies to know the answer.

Even if it is slow, the black is moving forward, advancing meter by meter, without pause, without rest, all time, encroaching.

It is estimated that only the gods can answer the question of how many undead exist in the negative energy plane, because such a question is as ridiculous and meaningless as asking how many animals and trees there are in the main plane.

Knowing how, not knowing how, can't change the bad situation that the elves need to face at this time, in fact, the situation they need to face is much worse than imagined, much worse than expected.

What they need to face at this time is a legendary spellcaster who is already planning to get serious, the legendary undead, Alice, known as the [Calamity Maiden], who is a strong person that even the gods have heard of and looked at, and a great person whose charm even the daughter of the god king cannot resist.

If the legend among the elves is still there, there is still the possibility of resisting, but now with these remaining elven mages, it is a very remarkable thing for them to be able to hold on for half an hour.

The forest created by the elves is being eroded by black at a speed that is visible to the eye, and the rare green of this half-plane is rapidly disappearing, although the simple destruction of these precious materials will make the energy-saving Alice feel distressed, these dryads are excellent test subjects for ready-made experiments with transforming death dryads.

It is foreseeable that after this piece of green disappears, neither the elven mage nor the elven sword dancer can stop the advance of this tide, as for the two hill giants, it is a doomed fate to be placed in the pit of bones and become the raw materials of the bone giants.

Alice is also very curious, what does the hill giant, which looks like half of the earth elemental, is transformed into a bone giant, and what is so special about it.

Do these hill giants, their bodies supported by rocks, exist like bones, or do they transform into bone giants, and these rocks replace bones and become a half-undead, half-elemental being?

Either way, Alice is very looking forward to it, very curious, and can bring inspiration and precious data to some of her magic experiments.

The elves were once again in a panic, and their leader had been imprisoned and sealed, and after no command, they were now fighting on their own, and the sword dancers were holding weapons, not knowing whether they should rush to the front line to fight the zombies, or continue to stay here and protect the elven mages who had already flown into the sky.

According to common sense, they should continue to stay here and protect these elven mages, but now the situation on the front line is so bad that it will collapse without support, and it seems that there is no point in continuing to insist on doing so.

Those spellcasters are not much better, and the usual training still has a certain effect at this time, so that they do not panic and collapse, but to regroup, boost morale or something, to ask these spellcasters who focus on magic to do it, and also by embarrassing them too much.

After all, magic and conducting are two very different fields, and it's like asking a chef to play music will only lead to extremely bad results.

At this time, the elven mages, their spirits were all on the battle, but they didn't feel anything wrong, obviously there was a forbidden space in the sky before, and they couldn't float and fly at all, but now they were able to fly up to avoid the acid swamp on the ground.

The lava rain was pouring down, the explosions caused by the corpse explosion were still echoing in the ears, the pace of the zombie army was getting closer and closer, the swamp on the ground exuded a sour stench, corroding everything in the camp, and the whole battlefield was like a miserable scene like the end of the world, full of death, full of despair, at least there was no hope for the elves.

If you don't change, you can't do it, the current situation has reached the point where you will perish if you don't change, and it can even be said that the voice of death has echoed in their ears, counting down the countdown to life.

Half of the Sword Dancers remained, and the rest went to the front lines to defend themselves, blocking the advance of those zombie legions, buying time for the elven mages to cast spells and a chance to change the battle.

The other part was left in place, as guards and as reserves, alert for possible future events and to prevent the recurrence of the previous decapitation tactics.

The elven mages were also divided into two parts, one part of which began to prepare for the magic of blocking the advance of the zombie army, and the other part devoted to maintaining the protection of the enchantment.

Those corpse bombs and lava rain falling from the sky were the things that threatened them, and both the former and the latter could easily break through their defenses and hurt their bodies.

The caster is such a fragile existence, although magic makes them extremely powerful, but the fragility of the body is a weakness that is difficult to hide, just like when the warriors fight the caster, they will always choose to fight in close combat in every possible way, because only then can they target the weakness and kill with one blow.

The elven mages who blocked the zombies quickly came up with a solution to this crisis, and even if they hadn't dealt with the undead before, the few days of fighting were enough for them to know enough about their opponents.

At the end of the day, these zombies are able to get past two layers of defense to reach the forest, and if the swamp and wall of fire are effective again, then the zombie attack will be contained.

It's not difficult to do this, just remove the buff magic from those zombies, and it just so happens that these elves will do this with a simple magic.

【Swarm-Exorcism】

The blue light appeared on the bodies of the zombies behind, and the zombies that lost their magic blessings were quickly engulfed by the swamp and burned by the flames, and there was no follow-up continuation, and the zombies that were gnawing at the dryad were quickly cleaned up, and the advance of the black wave was temporarily contained.

Slightly relieved, the elven caster began to heal the damaged dryads, as a race living in the forest, these elves had a large amount of magical materials containing powerful vitality in their hands, enough to allow the dryads to regain their combat power in a short period of time, and re-establish themselves on the earth, becoming a desperate barrier that zombies could not cross.

Seeing the damage to their legion, the vampire apprentices who had just started to learn magic and had no combat experience were a little flustered, and they began to discuss and think of various ways to find a solution to their current predicament.

However, the lack of knowledge prevents them from coming up with any effective methods, and what they read in the books that can be used as a reference is not something that can be used by a mere apprentice.

But it doesn't matter, if you can't find a way, it's good to keep it as it is, the situation is that they have the advantage, and using a group of apprentices and zombies to draw the attention of those mages on the other side is undoubtedly very cost-effective no matter how you look at it, just like doing business, exchanging simple stones for precious gems.

The situation seems to have returned to equilibrium, and those dryads have regrown their roots and stood up under the healing of the elves, but there are only two-thirds of them compared to the previous ones, and there are not a few of them who have been hit hard, and whether they can continue to fight is a question.

At this moment, just when the elves felt that they could breathe a sigh of relief, relax the tense heartstrings, and think, and discuss to find the next way forward.

Alice cast her magic once more, the gray mist gathering in her hands, and the white translucent ghost hovered behind her as if it were holding a grand ball.

The strange and melodious singing voice appeared in the half-plane, as if she was a beautiful girl who had just become an adult, calling her sweetheart with a crisp voice, and as if she was an old mother, full of affectionate words of strong maternal love.

Three or four elven mages who were preparing for the [Swarm-Exorcism] suddenly fell from the sky with their heads in their hands, their mouths wide open, tears, snot, and saliva spilled all over the ground, but they couldn't make any sound.

Falling from a high altitude to the ground, their bodies were struck by a massive blow, even with the protective magic that had been working on them, blood spilling from beneath the elves, and then quickly seeping into the gray dirt of the ground.

The worst thing is not these hapless elven mages, but the elven sword dancers, whose magic resistance depends on the magic tattoos that are etched on their bodies, and these magic tattoos are not too effective against the strange singing of ghosts.

None of the sword dancers who were cleaning up zombies in the forest escaped this attack, and one fell to the ground unconscious, while the sword dancers who defended behind were lucky enough to survive under the protection of the elven mage.