I don't know when the sky began to rain lightly, and the icy rain came down from the corners of the sky and struck the burning forest, and when the water and fire met, it stirred up a thick white mist, but the raging fire serpent could not resist the attack of the rain, and gradually became sparse until it was completely extinguished, leaving behind the ashes that were still smoking and unwilling to end there. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The trees that used to be lush are now completely invisible, even the green vegetation on the ground, the ferns and bryophytes at the bottom of the forest are no longer visible, the small insects hidden in the crevices of the green leaves, the rats and poisonous snakes hiding in the ground, and the small rivers and streams flowing in the forest, are now completely gone, and this area, the forest area that once been, is now completely devoid of the slightest appearance of a forest, and all that remains is a barren and barren place.

The light rain was still dripping, and there was no sign of wanting to stop, and the soil on the ground was now covered with a light layer of gray and black dust, mixed with the rain and soon formed something similar to mud, which was left after being swallowed by the flames, maybe they were the remains of some animals before, maybe some vegetation, but now there are only ashes left, and when tomorrow spring, the earth that has obtained these nutrients will be revitalized.

Attila's army was ready to leave from here, taking with them the corpses of the enemies they had slain, a place in ruins, and the only thing they had gained was this, and it was of little use to them, as far as the gnolls who had eaten the corpses and carrion could use...... Those corpses will be brought to the jackals' table tonight, and the white and delicate flesh of the elves will allow them to enjoy an unforgettable feast that they have never enjoyed before, and will definitely be remembered in the depths of their memories to reminisce about the beauty of a lifetime.

It is very clear that at the end of the battle, as Alice expected, the combined forces of the elves and druids still suffered defeat, no, their defeat was actually doomed at the beginning, and when they thought very highly of themselves and did not put Attila's army in the position of a strong enemy, their defeat and death had already been decided by the goddess of fate.

Eight legends against a famine knight, in the end only five people escaped, two elven legends and a druid who transformed into a green dragon died in his hands, if it weren't for the scruples of Alice hidden on the side, then it is unknown whether the remaining five guys can succeed in the whole body and return, and this also shows on the side that when fighting, one side has timidity and fear, how serious the impact will be on the outcome of the battle.

On the battlefield in the sky, the situation of the two ancient bronze dragons is a little better, originally they were pressing the opposite dragon troops to attack, after seeing the situation below, they chose to leave without any hesitation, although they were very angry about the death of the elves and the destruction of the forest, but these two dragons who have survived for more than 1000 years, or at this time chose the most suitable option, continue to stay except for the fall will not appear in the second situation, that one might as well retreat temporarily, keep the combat power and wait for the next warThey believe that as long as the straw keeps accumulating, it will one day crush the strong camel.

As for the oak demon who was fighting with the Beamon Behemoth, it was not so lucky, originally as a Dryad, it had no way to move quickly, plus it was also entangled by the Beamon Behemoth, even if he saw that those famines had been completely victorious, and his side had suffered an unimaginable defeat, he had no way, and the only thing waiting for him was death, she knew that she had no way to retreat in such a situation, and the rest was only two paths left for him, surrender or die in battle。

But...... Even so, the oak demon still did not close his eyes and wait for death, did not tie his hands and capture, let alone wagged his tail and begged for mercy on these enemies who destroyed the forest, choice, the so-called choice has no choice at all for this oak demon, he roared angrily and let out a final swan song, his thick arms trapped Beamon's body hard, and the roots also broke out of the ground and wrapped around Beamon's feet, regardless of the other party's sharp claws cutting his body, huge energy condensed in his body, and a brilliant green light appeared on the surface of his body。

Seeing such a scene, in addition to the Attila who was always with a flat expression, even Alice, who was hiding in the air and watching all this, couldn't help but exclaim, the self-explosion of a high-level legend is not so easy to see, although I don't know what kind of situation will be, but the incomparably depressed heaviness has appeared on those mortals, they are in a daze, and their eyes look at the two knights standing at the front, as if everything can be solved as long as this way。

In the next second that the oak demon wrapped around Beamon without giving him the slightest chance to move, in the midst of a deafening roar, a spectacular mushroom cloud appeared on the horizon, and the violent air flow spread from the center of the explosion in all directions, carrying the ashes on the ground that had burned away, enveloping the entire field, and the dark clouds in the sky were also dispersed by the violent air current, leaving a large blank space.

This oak demon chose to self-destruct in this way, using the magic power of his body and the vitality accumulated in his body for I don't know how many years as fuel, and blew himself up...... Such a powerful explosion can actually completely surpass the power of legendary spells, even if it does not reach the level of gods, it is actually not far behind.

This one doesn't know how long it has survived, maybe the dryad who has grown here since the forest didn't start existing, just chose death, he knew that he couldn't escape the doom of death this time, and he didn't feel afraid, maybe with a little unwillingness and helplessness, and this forest has been completely destroyed, and I don't know how many years it will take to grow back up, so this oak demon has been sleeping for I don't know how many years, but he still won't lack such a simple courage, if he gives Atila a little trouble with his life that he can't escape, and can kill this Beamon, then everything is worth itEven if he didn't know that his death blew himself up, he wouldn't necessarily be able to kill this Beamon.

It was no different from his own hunch, even if it was a gorgeous self-explosion condensed with all the essence of his body, it was not able to kill the strongest beast on land, the breeze blew away the smoke and dust in the air, and Beamon's figure appeared in people's field of vision again, his white fur had become charred black, and there were five or six wounds on his body that were seeping with red and yellow liquid, and the left claw was pulling, it seemed that it should be broken.

Although the dryad's self-detonation did not kill any enemy, he also succeeded in inflicting heavy damage on Beamon, and the bones in the huge body were fractured, which could not be cured by a few random spells, and it would take at least a few months to recover to a state of being able to fight, which means that in the battle after a few months, Attila's army would lack a strong combat power, and Beamon's role, the role it played on the battlefield, could be compared to an army.

"The first wave of attacks has failed, so who is the second one?"

Alice stepped out of the void, glancing at the battlefield completely shattered by the fire and the Oak Dryad's self-detonation, and looking in the direction of the east, where Attila's army had left.

After this battle, in terms of high-end combat power, it is only a temporary loss of the Beamon Behemoth, and in the middle end, the loss of the white bear people can be described as negligible, and the loss of those centaurs and jackals, the loss of their two races cannot be called a loss at all, anyway, after the estrus period of the second year has passed, no matter how much they lose, as long as they have enough food, they can replenish it......

They didn't know that the tribes in the Finnish region of the Great Rear had been attacked by Beowulf, and that all the females and young children in their tribe had been killed, and now they had lost so many that they really couldn't replenish them after next spring.

"However, this time it was not for nothing. ”

Alice let go of her small hand clenched into a fist, the wind and rain dissipated, a ray of sunlight shone into her white and pink palm, a faint green fluorescence appeared in her palm, and if you looked closely, it was a seed with earth, exuding a sober smell and the fragrance of earth.

It was the seed of the oak demon that Alice had kept with her magic after the big bang just now, and if she planted this seed in a place with strong vitality, maybe after thousands of years, the oak demon would be able to break out of her shell again and complete a rebirth.

Therefore, the legends of this era, especially the powerful ones who don't know how many years they have survived, it is very difficult for them to completely fall, such as Dorengo who was killed by Alice, if it weren't for the appearance of Brunhilde, even if Alice could defeat Dorengo, there would be no way to completely kill him.

Or the pharaoh of the exhaust gas hidden in the Library of Alexandria, Ah Meng Hotep, even if it is a god, with the personal action of that Ah Meng, there is no way to completely erase him from the world and history, and he is still gasping under his nose.

Alice put away the seed in her palm with her backhand, and shook her voice in a faint straight line in the air and chased in the direction of the Attila army in the distance, her sixth sense belonging to the woman told her that Atira's expedition must not be smooth sailing.

"Beowulf, Frost Giant, Loki. ”

"Who else, who else is going to stand up and stop you. ”

In her thoughts, Alice once again found the voice of the Attila army, they had come out of the ruins and barren forest, came to the side of a small river and set up camp, you can clearly see those mammoths keep unloading the supplies on the back of the mammoths, untie the bags and take out the food from it and distribute it to the cooks in the army, and after the cooking is finished, it will be distributed to the soldiers, especially to the dragons, after the battle, the hungry dragons have flown down from the sky and landed in the barracks, waiting for the cooks to put the cooked food in front of themIf they can't cook something delicious that satisfies them, they won't mind filling their stomachs with these chefs as an after-dinner dessert.

Of course, there is no need for those gnolls to enjoy these foods, they have their own special food, they actually prefer raw food and carrion to cooked food, not to mention that this barbarian race actually retains the habit of eating the corpses of their companions, which is only the most savage race in order to survive, in order to maintain the continuation of the tribe when food is scarce, even the orcs did not have such a bad habit many years ago, but these gnolls still keep this custom, and it is carried out as a daily behavior, which may be the reason why they are most loyal to Attila。

In addition to the gnolls, those white bears and centaurs also have their own food sources, the white bears took off their armor, gathered together in groups of three or five to the side of the river, they regarded the turbulent river as nothing, directly plunged into the water, shook their heads, a fat fresh fish was easily thrown to the shore by them, as a race that hunted whales and sea beasts on the sea, it was simple to get food in this small river.

As for the centaurs, they also scattered, about ten centaurs scattered in a group, they had bows and arrows in their hands, their bodies were full of ammunition, and each centaur also had a horn around his neck, as scouts for the army, they would spread out in all directions around the camp, while hunting prey as food supplements, and on the other hand, they were on the lookout for possible enemies, even if they did not think that anyone would dare to attack the Attila army, which had just reaped the victory.

As for the last injured Beamon, it was the shamans who were dealing with the wounds, and Attila was also beside him to soothe the heart of the giant beast, otherwise seeing these little insects crawling up and down on his body, Beamon, who was already in a bad mood because of the injuries on his body, would definitely not be able to help pinching them to death...... He doesn't care what these little bugs are doing, at this time, he just needs to vent the frustration in his heart.