Chapter 120: A Special Great Fireball

Angela muttered to herself, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, releasing the large iron ball covered in flames.

The big iron ball soared into the sky, and under Angela's accurate calculation, if nothing else, it would fall not far from the main body of the World Tree, and it would not affect the main body of the World Tree, but it would definitely not be comfortable.

After doing all this, Angela began to apply invisibility on her body, sealing body temperature odors, sound insulation, levitation, and whirlwind wings.

Glancing at the elves who were still trying to climb towards the mountain, he turned around and disappeared into the small peak.

Several sharp arrows shot out of the forest like lightning, but unfortunately the distance was too far, and they were unable to fall seven or eight yards from the mountain.

A few elves climbed up the hill, but Angela had long since lost their traces, and could only watch with despair on their faces as the flying fireball swooped down.

The fireball fell at an unbelievably fast speed, like a meteor, and landed in the Elven Realm, not far from the main trunk of the World Tree.

The Elven Realm was too big, and the big fireball was relatively too small, like a drop of water falling into a pond, but the result was not just a ripple, but a large enough splash.

A ring of fire spread, sending a withered tree within 100 yards of the vicinity into the sky.

The green lawn was gone, and large chunks of black-brown dirt were turned out of the ground ten feet below.

Thick black smoke accompanied by dust rushed into the sky, forming a huge mushroom that reached a height of a hundred feet, in which the fire shone brightly, and a huge roar silenced the whole world.

The entire elven realm, including the surrounding birds, rose into the sky and flew into the distance with their chirping, leaving behind a crackling and burning tree, like a huge ring burning with flames.

A few elves who had climbed to the top of the mountain sat blankly on the ground, watching them cry loudly as they watched and then have a nervous breakdown.

These trees are formed by the roots of the World Tree, which is the god in their hearts and their mother.

The World Tree was so traumatized, how could it not let them collapse.

One of the elves suddenly screamed and ran down the mountain, and the other elves also reacted and ran down the mountain with their lives.

The elves of the entire elven kingdom were first stunned by this blow, and then reacted, like bees that had been stabbed in a honeycomb, and ran frantically towards the place where the flames were burning, to extinguish those evil flames.

The elven priests began to show their skills, they began to manipulate the roots of the World Tree, and a large amount of water was guided by the roots of the World Tree, breaking through the dirt and forming fountains of all sizes, preventing the spread of these flames.

The elves pounced on them, using a special vine to whip the flames so hard that with each blow, the part of the vine that was whipped exploded, extinguishing the flames around them.

There are also some elves who quickly cut down the big trees one by one, or sweep away the dead leaves on the ground, forming a circle of separation.

As a sapient race that lives in the forest, these elves have a wealth of experience in fighting fires, and the flames that can burn the entire forest are quickly contained by them, believing that extinguishing the flames will not be a problem.

Angela made a big circle and returned to the confines of her safe house, and with her weariness, she put the prepared stones in their proper place while the elves had no time to take care of it.

This is Angela's plan to kill two birds with one stone, and with such a large mushroom planted in her home, she doesn't believe that the elves who went out will not rush back.

These elves are not monks, they are not orcs, and they don't have that much physical strength.

The back and forth was enough to consume enough physical strength and energy for them, and when they returned, Angela just took the opportunity to attack.

Before the elves could extinguish the flames, Angela had done what she had to do, and then hid in a pool of water just to be on the safe side.

Then he endured his headache and began to meditate, and after recovering most of his magic power, he fell into a deep sleep.

Angela didn't sleep long before she was woken up by the alarm, and she reacted immediately, and the elves returned.

A large number of trees in the elven realm have been destroyed, so that all the elves can't help but be filled with gloom in their hearts.

The same is true of this group of elves who went out to Genting Mountain, especially the elf high priest who led the team, and couldn't stop crying.

After a moment of panic, they felt that the World Tree was calling them back, and hurried back.

The closer I got, the more panicked I became, because the feeling of grief grew stronger.

Then, when they crossed a mountain range, they saw a few fires shining in the round elven realm at the foot of the mountain, and they couldn't help but cry out in grief and indignation, and quickened their pace.

Elves are extremely disgusted with fire, and for them, flames are evil and dirty, so how can the elven kingdom produce flames.

However, pieces of flames appeared in the elven kingdom, and coupled with the sadness in his heart, he naturally knew that something was wrong in the elven kingdom.

Attacked, definitely attacked by that wizard in the mist.

He struck first, attacking the elven realm before the elves attacked his lair.

Hurry up and ......

The elves are vigorous, like cheetahs in the jungle, shuttling back and forth between the trees, and their figures disappear from time to time.

Although their steps were light, when the number reached three or four hundred, the movement was particularly loud, and a rustling sound sounded, as if a group of snakes were swimming, and as if it was raining, and the raindrops fell on the trees and the ground.

It really rained, and the rain fell to the ground drop by drop, quickly forming a torrential downpour.

At the moment when the elven realm was hit by a big fireball, with the World Tree as the center, the water vapor within a radius of dozens of miles began to gather towards the middle, and at this moment, the dark clouds were already overhead, and now the rain from the neighbors had just fallen.

Crackling, the already contained flames began to shrink more rapidly, and it was believed that in less than ten minutes, the flames would be extinguished.

This is the means of the World Tree, which can change the temperature and soil around it, and its huge root system can pump groundwater, fill the air with water vapor, and even change the weather to a certain extent.

With a smile on their faces, the elves stopped and looked up at the sky, knelt down, and prayed sincerely.

Soon, the rain stopped.

The starry sky tonight is exceptionally bright, and the starlight is sprinkled in all directions, and it is clear.

It's just that on the side hit by the big fireball, a thick black smoke continues to rise into the sky, which is particularly eye-catching.

The elves hurried towards the elven kingdom with a brisk pace, but at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Beneath the pool, Angela crushed a gem and activated the magic array she had carefully prepared during the day.