Along with the debris there was a sky of sawdust

Dryads and forest spirits are in a state of shock, they usually only undertake some tasks to repair and expand the forest, and they have come to the battlefield very few times, and they don't have much experience.

The druids weren't stunned by this, they were already prepared when Beamon exerted his strength, five or six fireballs ignited the sawdust all over the space, and the terrible explosion engulfed the entire behemoth, and the wind set off by the explosion blew away the unprepared tree spirits and forest spirits.

At this time, the best way is to transfer, and without the containment of those three treants, they have no other means to confront Bimeng head-on.

However, they are an army, and the most important requirement of the army is to obey orders and achieve their goals, and now the order given to them from above is to find ways to delay Beamon's progress.

Compared to a task that they can't do at all, such as having them kill Beamon, delaying Beamon's mission seems a little more humane, and it has the possibility of completion.

The tree spirits and forest spirits who had come back to their senses began to come to the druid's side, and in a few moments, a cyan wall of tenacious thorns covered with sharp spikes appeared in front of Beamon.

The seemingly thin wall was enough to cushion the mammoths and stop them slightly, but that was only for the mammoths, not Beamon.

Two protrusions appeared on the cyan wall, and the claws glowing with cold light easily tore the wall apart, and the active thorns kept struggling, wrapping around Beamon's body, but it could only gradually shatter into powder and melt into the breeze.

The battle between Alice and Attila has completely changed the climate of the area, and the arrogant blizzard has rounded the area as if it had encountered a natural predator.

Beamon, who appeared in front of many druids, was already covered in black ash, and there was still a little red in the black ash, which was not completely burned out, and it looked like shiny blood vessels, which was extremely terrifying.

Cold sweat dripped, and those who could confront this giant beast head-on were enough to be called warriors, even those soldiers who had been battled and determined to do no better than them in these druid positions.

"Miss Lin Jing, Miss Tree Spirit, I will ask you for your support later. ”

The Druid Leader was a middle-aged man who wore primitive clothes made from the leaves of unknown plants.

Behind him, the druids, numbering ten, had solemn faces, some of them were old and some of them were young, the old ones had all white hair, and the few looked like they were just adults.

These druids come from different races, you can see humans, you can see rhino people, you can see bear people, and even a dragonborn with dragon scales skin.

This is not uncommon in the Baltic Empire, where the focus is on what you bring to the table, not what you have in your blood.

As one guy put it, "Race and blood don't mean anything, people can't make rash judgments about beings who are different from themselves, there are the kindest undead in this world, and there are also the most vicious angels." ”

The forest spirit and the tree spirit nodded, they had already felt the decision in each other's hearts, and what they could do at this time was not to stop it, but to help as much as possible.

A whirlwind of magic surrounded these druids, and strangely the winds did not make a whistling sound, and in front of Beamon, these druids had lost their original form.

The middle-aged man turned into a black dragon with a head slightly smaller than that of Bimeng, and the black dragon that rose into the sky hovered over Bimon's head, letting out a deafening roar.

The three-headed mammoth rushed towards Beamon in a zigzag shape, and unlike the ordinary Beamon, these three heads were relatively rare white mammoths, and possessed more terrifying powers.

The three treants were condensing the earth elemental and hurling towards Beamon, and around them, the originally dry earth was already overgrown with grass, and the rich fragrance of flowers spread between their mouths and noses.

In front of the Treants are three terrifying bears that usually live on the ice fields, and even the mammoth is reluctant to come into conflict with them.

These druids have already used the magic at the bottom of the box at this time, and they are really using their lives to complete the blocking of Beamon, and from the quiet pupils, you can clearly see their awareness of life.

The dragon's breath from the Black Dragon easily dressed the ashes that covered Beamon's fur, revealing the dark red hairs that had been dyed with dried blood underneath.

The acid ran down his hair, corroding Beamon's skin, causing Beamon to let out an angry roar, and the ground beneath his feet couldn't withstand the beast's wrath, and cracks appeared.

The three-headed mammoth had already come to his eyes, and the two sharp tusks of the mammoth were enough to break through his tough skin and cause damage to his body.

I saw that Beamon dodged the mammoth's attack with a dexterity that was completely inconsistent with his body, and in the process of dodging, two struggling claws pierced the mammoth's body accurately.

It was the place where the skull was attached to the spine, and this place was pierced by Beamon's claws, and it was not a simple loss of combat effectiveness, but a loss of life.

This is not a difficult thing for Beamon, the mammoth is a terrible beast, it was originally on Beamon's food menu, before it was tamed by Attila, this giant beast's favorite is the mammoth, the soft and juicy mammoth meat, even after so many years, can still make him remember clearly.

The two mammoths fell to the ground with a wail, and the magic on their bodies began to lose their effect and turned back into druids, while the support from the forest spirits and tree spirits came a little late, and the fluorescent life force repaired the bodies of the two men.

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The ground trembled slightly, and Beamon stepped on the place where the two were lying, and a trace of blood was slowly flowing from under his feet, and it was conceivable that even with the magic of restoration, the two druids would definitely not survive.

The remaining mammoth had no fear, his eyes were scarlet, and his emotions were completely occupied by anger, which was not difficult to understand, and anyone who saw their companion with him was brutally killed in front of him would feel angry.

But as an experienced warrior, anger doesn't burn his sanity, and the white mammoth feels like his mind has never been so clear.

The dreaded tusks tore through the air, and the trunk was ready to stop Beamon from dodging like he had just done, and he didn't believe Beamon would be able to block such an attack unscathed.

Even faster than the mammoth were the javelins thrown by the treemen, javelins made of earth elementals that were as strong and sharp as metal.

Beamon didn't dodge, he stretched out his claws and slashed the terrifying air blade, easily smashing these javelins that were enough to pierce the city walls, and then his eyes were on the mammoth that was already in front of him.

The black dragon's breath was still corroding his body, and the hair on his back had been corroded clean, revealing the solid muscles underneath, the muscles bulging like a hill gave people a strange beauty, and just looking at it could make people marvel at the terrifying power contained in it.

Beamon's two hands grasped the mammoth's fangs, and he was pushed backwards by the mammoth's charge, leaving deep furrows in the ground.

The Mammoth's speed decreased, and he let out angry roars, but the difference in strength between the two sides could not be bridged in this way.

Beamon's strength was strengthening, and the muscles of his whole body were mobilized, the first to bear the brunt was the mammoth, which pressed on his body like a mountain, making him feel that it was difficult to breathe, as if he had fallen into the deep sea, and countless seawater poured into his body through his mouth and nose.

The indomitable momentum stagnated slightly, and Beamon forcefully lifted the mammoth to the ground, and as its strength increased, the mammoth's mouth could not be empty and let out a panicked scream.

The blood of his companions still remained on his trunk, and the pain passed from the two tusks held by Beamon to his brain, and he felt what Beamon wanted to do, and struggled frantically.

The black dragon soaring through the sky had no intention of lowering his altitude, and he couldn't confirm whether Beamon's current actions were a trap to lure him closer, as the previous battle with Beamon had proved that this powerful beast possessed not only a terrifying body, but also a cunning intelligence.

The three giant bears also did not rush forward, even if their companions who had been with each other day and night died tragically in front of them, they did not forget the task they were carrying.

At the same time, they did not forget the tactic of using a mortally wounded and incapacitated enemy to lure their companions into a trap, which is clearly documented in textbooks...... Encirclement and reinforcements.

The treants were the only ones who could intervene and might be able to save their companions, and the sharp stone spears they pulled out of the void one by one and hurled them at Beamon.

Thick fur blocked Beamon's mouth, but it was surmised that his expression was a sarcastic smile at this point, and his tense arms kept the struggling mammoth in front of him.

A dull sound sounded, and the stone spear thrown by the tree man pierced the mammoth's body with precision, and the mammoth's wail was already tinged with a little pain, and blood dripped from the mammoth's body like a stream.

The mammoth's proboscis had been torn in two by Beamon, his heavy breathing began to weaken, the wail in his mouth gradually decreased, and as the blood kept flowing out, the mammoth had already felt the coming of death.

If he could, he would have died now, not because of the pain, which could not break his will, but what really annoyed him was that this Beamon had used his body as a shield, and slowly moved forward in front of him, using him as a hostage to force his companions to stop attacking.

It was painful, it was painful for anyone in such a situation, whether it was the mammoth who was in Bimonti's hand and stood in front of him as a hostage shield, or the druids.

Cunning is no longer enough to describe what Beamon is doing at this time, but it is not a sinister thing to do anything on the battlefield, because the battle is a thing that you live and die.

The black dragon hovering in the sky knew that he could not remain silent, he knew what kind of choice was the right choice at this time, even if it would make him full of regret for the rest of his life.

The acid in his mouth liquefied into a column of water, which fell from the sky in a spiral, hitting the mammoth's throat with precision, and the torn throat spewed blood outward like a fountain.

Beamon angrily dropped his hostage, roaring angrily at the dragon hovering in the sky, while the druids in the distance screamed the names of their dead companions.

The lifeless corpse quickly reverted back to its original shape, and the annoyed Beamon did not vent his anger on the corpse again, he ran, and at a fast speed, he came to the front of the three giant bears in an instant.

The bears gave way and dodged Beamon's charge, knowing that there was no way they could stop Beamon's charge, but it didn't matter, there were companions behind them, the three Treants had formed a wall of trees with their bodies.

Sturdiness is secondary, no matter how strong it is, it is impossible to stop Beamon's charge, and what is really needed in the face of Beamon is flexibility, just as they chose to use thorns and vines as a means just now.

Like a soccer ball kicked into the goal, Beamon was intercepted by this special net, and the moment his speed slowed down, the three giant bears pounced with their claws raised.

The black dragon lowered its height and began to spit the compressed acid on Beamon's body, constantly eroding Beamon's skin, creating opportunities for the giant bear behind him.

The two claws had been temporarily controlled by the Treants, and it only took a few seconds for this control to be torn apart by Beamon, but a few seconds were enough to decide the victory.

These druids thought so, and unfortunately, their enemy, this Beamon, also had this idea, and his mouth was tightly twisted under the hair.

His feet jumped up slightly, and the two giant bears who rushed the fastest flew back with a faster speed, with a pain on his face that could not be concealed, and finally the giant bear took advantage of this opportunity to slap Beamon's spine hard.

The pain that came from his hand was as if it had been slapped on the hard granite, and he didn't have a chance to react, and his feet, which were still in mid-air, had wrapped around his neck, and they snapped directly with a click.

It looks like a comical move, like a human skill that is designed to kill, to target enemies of the same size, but it is extremely effective.

The two giant bears behind were still roaring, but Beamon would not stop his attacks because of the anger of these enemies, and his sharp claws slashed at the tree people in front of him, directly dismembering them.