The battle between a giant skeleton and a twisted treeman continued, and although the skeletons were initially defeated by the twisted treemen due to their small number, the situation was already flat as more and more skeletons poured out of the land.

These behemoths of the dark death attribute fell into a stalemate like this, and what was hidden was the undercurrent, the line of sight that peeked into speculation.

Except for the battlefield at the forefront.

Hecarim had been knocked away by Maudekaiser with a hammer at an unknown number of times, and with each of his smashes into the sky, the revenant cavalry in the huge array looming behind him would completely disappear.

This also contributed to Hecarim's support to the current confidence and the possibility of a turnaround.

Maudekaiser saw this, but he still smashed it on Hecarim and let out a crazy laugh: "Damage sharing?

He laughed, and charged up again with his hammer.

In Karthas's absence, after discovering this interesting guy, Mordekaiser decisively shifted his target, preparing to use the latter to vent his anger first.

Hecarim stood up, the ghost armor on his body shattered considerably, revealing the spirit inside that looked like substance.

Seeing Maudecaesar rushing towards him, he was neither afraid nor angry, but swung the halberd in his hand and met it!

He knew that if Maude Caesar stayed on Shadow Isle for a day, continued pollution would be inevitable!

He loved Shadow Isle, so he didn't back down.

The cavalry behind him also launched a charge against Maudecaesar, but the resentment on the latter's body basically dissipated.

Seeing this, Hecarim ordered the Revenant Cavalry to wander behind him, giving him strength and allowing him to charge forward alone!

All that was ushered in was Maude Caesar's exaggerated laughter.

As if mocking Hecarim's wishful thinking.

............

"You're not going out to help him, you companion, look at the soul that is about to be beaten and die!"

Standing at the head of the castle, Gregory watched Hecarim's tragic condition from afar, and asked the others thoughtfully.

Beside him, Hammerstone and Elise laughed and didn't talk, Calista just didn't move, and Evelyn seemed to look a little cold, and explained with a smile and a face:

"We didn't have much to do in the past, Hekarim could have escaped on his own, the wraith couldn't catch up with him. He himself is ready to die on the battlefield, and like he was alive, we can't help it. ”

Evelyn said helplessly.

Gregory watched the scene with a calm face and a thought flashing in his heart.

Although I had known for a long time that Shadow Island was somewhat scattered, such a situation was still a bit unexpected.

This is not just a plate of loose sand, if it weren't for the fact that there was nowhere to run directly, I am afraid that the disaster would have been coming.

"Father's ......"

Beside him, Anne waved his hand lightly and called softly.

Gregory knew what she was thinking, and comforted, "That's the path Hecarim chose for himself, no matter what choice he makes, let him go it alone." ”

To put it simply, I just don't want to interfere.

The situation is not yet clear, and Gregory is not even sure that he has not yet made plans to enter the war, how can he make a move for the sake of a strange revenant?

Not even Anne's plea!

The public is public, and the private is private, and he still distinguishes this clearly.

............

"The Skeleton Guard that comes with the Ghost Castle...... That's all there is to it......"

Looking at the huge skeletons that were inseparable from his own people, Mao Kai, who was hidden among the tree people, said disdainfully.

On his shoulder stood a half-human, half-tree figure, Ion.

The strange-looking, weak demigod frowned, looked at the ghost castle in the distance, and asked softly, "Is Karthas in that castle?"

"That's right. Mao Kai did not hesitate and nodded directly.

"Then why don't I feel the slightest breath of Caltha?" asked Aion softly.

This is a direct perception from a demigod person, and before Aion thought it was too far away to pay attention, but at such a close distance, there is no such thing as "inaccurate perception".

After all, Karthus is not modest or good at disguising his existence.

That's a megalomaniac, a murderer, a soul dissecter, but it has nothing to do with self-humility.

Naturally, there is no talk of hiding the breath.

"How so?"

Maokai was stunned.

On the other shoulder of the giant tree man, Trist played with a spade clown in his hand and said, "There should be no mistake in what Lord Ion-sama has discovered.

According to the personality that Karthhas had shown before, it was impossible for him to be knocked on by someone else, and he would just send some pawns to deal with it, not to mention ......"

Trist pointed to Hecarim, who was retreating on another battlefield: "That Dreadknight is not a nobody, how can Karthas sit back and watch the defeat of his generals?"

Mokai looked at it from afar and found that it was indeed as Trist had said.

His already distorted face became even more hideous: "In other words, we have been on guard here for a long time...... That damn lich isn't here at all?"

He roared angrily, and the originally clear eyes of the tree were stained with a bit of purple red.

He didn't hesitate, he slammed directly into the ground, and a row of vines burrowed out of the ground and spread into the distance.

The vine of bondage!

The giant skeleton that was wrestling with the Twisted Treant was entwined with vines, and then twisted into bone pieces by the seemingly soft, but actually indestructible vines!

The vine went castrate, spreading farther away.

The treemen chanted and praised their leader.

Mokai's body swelled up and turned into a burly archetype, and he stared at the ghost castle in the distance, a mixture of deception and anger spreading through his heart, and the twist in his heart intensified!

"My people!

He roared!

There are still skeletons crawling out of the earth, but surrounded by the vines that spread, it can't be the climate at all!

Countless twisted treemen, roaring hoarse vocal cords, galloping towards the Ghost Castle!

What a momentum!

Even Mordekaisa, who was constantly beating Hecarim, was slightly shocked when she saw this scene.

"This is the tree spirit that released me from my cage?"

Looking at Maokai's burly and sturdy figure from afar, Maudekaisa's eyes flickered.

Any powerful being is a great obstacle to what he is going to do in the future.

"Karthas is not there...... Looks like you need to be careful with this tree spirit...... Ho ho ......"

On the top of the ghost castle, looking at the amazing scene in the distance, Gregory touched his chin, pointed to the huge figure that suddenly appeared in the Treant Legion, and asked, "That's the leader on the other side, right?"

Hammerstone bowed slightly, "Yes, Lord Gregory, that is the patriarch of the twisted treants, the oldest living dryant. ”

As for the information that had been a demigod before, he shook it in Hammerstone's head and swallowed it in his stomach.

"It's not easy. ”

Gregory said ambiguously.

Through the layers of gaze, his gaze finally collided not with Mao Kai's somewhat crazy eyes, but with Ion's calm eyes.

"Open the soul barrier of the Ghost Castle!"

He commanded softly, his eyes unblinking.

It's true that Ion's strength is very weak.

But the weak demigods are also demigods!