This is a strange sound wave that is difficult for ordinary people to perceive.

As it reverberated through the surrounding forest, there was a sudden movement of two tall trees on the edge of Russelan Village.

Yes......

A strange voice echoed in the forest, and the two huge ancient trees seven or eight meters high suddenly shook their bodies, and a human-like face appeared on the wrinkled and shriveled trunks.

"Yes...... Who...... Be...... Who...... Again...... Call...... Awake...... Finish...... I...... Can't you little elves just let me sleep a little longer?" muttered to an ancient tree as it shook its body and struggled to pull its roots out of the dirt.

It began to speak very slowly, as if it had not fully awakened from its deep slumber. However, when it stood tall with a pestle, its speech rate finally returned to normal.

"Hey, where did this little bug come from...... How can there be so many?"

After glancing around with the face emerging from the middle of the trunk, the two dryads finally realized that something was wrong.

What kind of troublesome little bug is this...... It's a terrible insect plague!

The two tall tree spirits shook their bodies, shaking off the black worms that were crawling everywhere on their torsos, and then lifted their thick wooden legs, which were tangled with countless roots and tendrils, and stomped them down.

Knock knock knock.

There was a loud sound of four dull wooden stakes smashing the ground, and the thick legs covered with circles of wooden texture trampled countless insects to death. When the two tree spirits lifted their feet again, the large, flat feet were covered with a dripping purple-black blood sauce and a fishy yellow and foul-smelling insect juice.

"Enemy...... Enemy...... Destroy the enemy ......"

The two tree spirits roared angrily, striding forward as they attacked the swarm with all their might.

And the direction in which they are heading is exactly where the tree flute sounds!

Billis, the worm witch, silently hid in a corner of the battlefield, looking at everything that happened on the battlefield from afar with his strange compound eyes. If you add the eyeworms hovering in the woods, the entire Ruthran village is under his close surveillance within a radius of 5 miles.

As a worm witch, he doesn't have the low-level fun of other wizards who like to be there in person and enjoy the pleasure of punching to the flesh. For him, everything in front of him was just the last struggle of the prey before it was served to the plate.

He's enjoying a feast, and it's just his blood!

There was no need for him to contend with a bunch of 'food' destined to be devoured in order to show his prowess, and the only thing he had to do was wait...... Wait for the food to be baked just right, and then he will swallow it in one gulp.

Looking at the two dryads that stood tall in the sky and made a bloody path through the swarm, Bilis could not see the slightest look of anxiety and heartache on the insect heads hidden in the shadows of the trees. His purple compound eyes shimmered in the darkness, and he was manipulating and directing the insect tide in a way unique to insect people.

Along the way, he has destroyed two elven villages and countless animals and monsters in the Magical Forest. It was with the nourishment of their flesh and blood that Bilis was able to pull up the staggering army of insects in front of him.

However, even at this moment, he already had a terrifying insect army of up to 150,000 insects, but he still hadn't reached his limit. With his current strength, even if he doubled the insect army in front of him, he would be able to control them perfectly in his hands.

Where is the evolution of the worm witch?

Nobody knows.

Strengthening his body may be a means to transform him into a terrifying and ferocious war bug, with the joy of roaming the battlefield and killing wantonly. But in doing so, it will also put the ontology in the most dangerous situation all the time. And with Bilis's character, he obviously doesn't like to show his face, let alone care about any personal honor or disgrace.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to choose the evolutionary path of strengthening the insect swarm!

In this way, he will be able to control more swarms, and he will also be able to give some insects strange combat abilities. And as the killing of the swarm evolves, he, the master of the swarm, will also become more powerful unconsciously. And more importantly, due to the countless clones, he has almost become immortal.

As long as the swarm remains, he will never die.

For Billis, that's what attracts him the most!

And this evolutionary path is undoubtedly the most in line with his personality.

As the master of the swarm, no matter how much damage these low-level insects caused, it would not make him frown slightly. The only ones who could touch his mind were those war bugs with strange combat abilities.

War insects have evolved from the original black beetle to the later stinging scorpion, and then from the stinging scorpion to the current demonized mantis, and their attack power has also increased exponentially. On the high tree hall platform in the distance, three demonized mantis formed a battle team, and they had already chased and killed those two high-level elves in an embarrassed way, and their lives hung by a thread.

At this moment, seeing that the two tree spirits were also planning to enter to rescue the elves, Bilis, the insect witch, gave an order in concealment.

Within the high canopy of the ancient tree, a long series of phantoms of black lightning were drawn up, and they were surrounding the two tree spirits from all angles.

The huge insect tide is indeed a huge deterrent to the weak elves. But when they are faced with tall and straight, thick-skinned and long-blooded tree spirits, it is difficult for them to inflict fatal damage in the short term due to the frantic devouring of the insect swarm.

Therefore, when the two tree spirits took the heavy steps of shaking the ground and shaking the mountains, and trekked towards the elves step by step, on their bodies, countless swarming insects rustled the bark and armor of the trees.

However, the swarm also suffered heavy casualties under the counterattack of the dryads!

The two tree spirits who were striding forward suddenly stopped, raised their fluttering faces, and stared nervously at the rapidly approaching black figures.

Unlike the insect tide around them, these strange war insects are the ones who can really bring them terrible damage, so they can't help but be nervous!

According to the division of the creature level in the wizarding world, the Treant Warriors in the Elven Kingdom should belong to the 1st level of advanced strength, and the Deadwood Guardian belongs to the 2nd level of primary strength. As for the tree spirits who have not yet been promoted, they belong to the quasi-witch level.

However, such a one-size-fits-all division can hardly truly reflect the true combat power of various strange creatures in the High Magic World.

Take the tree spirits in front of you, they are still in their infancy, and they have not crossed the first threshold of advancement in their lives. However, judging their comprehensive strength, with the title of quasi-witch, they can easily take down a small team of first-order sword dancers or elven archers.

Therefore, for these two tree spirits, Insect Witch Billis did not have any contempt and underestimation, and as soon as he made a move, he sent out a number of as many as sixteen demonized mantises.

The body length of the demonized mantis was 1.5 meters long, and in front of the huge tree spirit that was eight meters tall, it was like a bean sprout next to a potato, and it looked inconspicuous. But the sixteen sprouts were full of fangs and fangs, and terrifying scythes.

Sixteen demonized praying mantis turned into sixteen black lightning bolts, circling and coiling around the two tree spirits. As soon as they seize the opportunity, they swoop down from behind the dryads and use their large, jagged scythe forelimbs to chop the dryads into a cloud of wood and sap.

The two tree spirits snorted in a low voice, spinning in circles in place, waving the tough vines coiled around their bodies with their big wooden hands, and slapping the black figures hard.

It's a pity that with their slow and clumsy movements, even if the insect blood splashed by the insect tide and the carapace scattered, they couldn't hurt those demonized mantis in the slightest. And their indiscriminate actions have also revealed more of their own vital points.

Sixteen demonized mantis circles the two tree spirits like marquees, swooping up and slashing a few times from time to time. Then wait until the opponent raises the whip, and then quickly flapps their wings to escape from their attack range.

Almost half an hour later, the tough armor of the two tree spirits was already scarred, and there were terrible scratches crisscrossing it everywhere, many of which had cut through the tree armor, directly injuring the inside of the tree spirit's body.

A look of determination appeared on the wrinkled and cracked face of one of the two tree spirits, and he raised his thick right foot and stomped it down fiercely.

With a muffled thud, the entire earth began to tremble slightly.

The tree spirit roared in the sky, and under the urging of the huge vitality in its body, its right foot, which had been formed by the entanglement and condensation of countless roots and tendrils, was inserted into the soil, and then re-transformed into thousands of serpentine roots, digging in all directions.

Within twenty meters of the dryad, the earth cracked, the earth rolled, and countless roots poked out of the ground, binding all the living creatures on the ground.

That includes an uncountable swarm of biters and three magic mantis that didn't have time to fly.

"Go, Garur, take the elves away...... I'll leave it here!" The tree spirit roared angrily, urging his companion to hurry away.

The other tree spirit turned around with a sad face to glance at his companion who had chosen to make a sacrifice, and finally turned and walked towards the elven treehouse.

It was so tall that it could leap into the lush canopy of its whiskers by stretching out its arms over the ancient tree.

By this time, the black swarm had forced the elves to the top of the canopy of the ancient tree. They were there barely guarding the last piece of pure land.

Less than half an hour after the battle began, there were only about twenty of the sixty-seven elves left.

The rest were either put down by the demonized mantis and dragged into the insect tide, or they stumbled and fell off the ancient tree, and were swallowed by the insect tide and disappeared. In short, all of them are more than lucky!

Therefore, when they suddenly saw the dryads coming to their rescue, they jumped into the canopy of the dryads, and only then escaped from the elven ancient tree that was about to be swallowed by the black insect swarm.

The only remaining tree spirit answered the elf, wielding a whip and both hands to drive away the coiled demonized mantis, and trudged through the dense swarm of insects into the depths of the forest.

And behind its lonely figure, the tree spirit that chose to stay behind has fallen silently.

shouted all the way, fought all the way, and began to gradually extend into the distance......