There was a large pool of blood in front of him, as if he had been splashed on the ground with several large buckets of blood, and a few corpses in the middle that were no longer humanoids, and some fragments of weapons and armor mixed into the flesh in the middle, should be those cavalrymen who had been following.

These corpses were either crushed and flattened like the corpses of rats that had been run over by countless carts and horses in the middle of the city, or they were pulled and crushed like rags and confetti. The blood was squeezed out of the deformed torso, and a large patch of scarlet was drawn on the ground by splashing. This strange death was beyond Asa's experience, and he couldn't think of how these soldiers could die like this.

Carefully monitoring the surroundings, there did not seem to be any signs of other animals or people, only a few dead trees with blood remaining.

Such dead trees are very common in this forest, there are a few at intervals, not as tall as other ancient trees, only five or six people tall, there are no branches and leaves, only many vines wrapped around them, and a few thick and large branches are a bit like human hands and feet.

After looking at it carefully, Asa found that these dead trees were really a bit human-shaped, although they were of different lengths, they were all four main branches with hands and feet, and they were all covered with blood stains and stood there quietly, which was a little weird smell of blood. But it was really just a tree, and Asa didn't feel any breath of living creatures in the silence around him.

You can't move trees, and you can kill people. He frowned and shook his head, crouching down to examine the twisted corpses to see if he could find any more clues.

Without any sound, Asa just suddenly felt that the air behind him was a little fluid, and before he could turn his head to look, his ribs tightened, and he was lifted up by volley. He looked down and saw a few wrist-thick dead branches bent over his waist, covered in blood that hadn't dried yet.

The dead tree behind him was holding him up with a hand-like branch, and the other hand-like branch was closing in a clapping gesture.

Asa hurriedly grabbed the two branches around his waist and pulled them hard, the branches were broken, and he struggled with both hands, just out of the grasp of the branches and jumped to the ground. That applause missed, and there was a muffled sound, and sawdust flew everywhere. As long as he moves a little slower, he will become the kind of corpse that is incomprehensible.

Asa looked in horror at the behemoth, which had transcended human common sense, it was definitely just a tree, but it was definitely moving. It was not so much a dead tree in the form of a human as a giant in the appearance of a dead tree, and the scattered corpses of the soldiers were rubbed out by these huge lumps of wood like human kneading paper balls. The roots of the treants were covered in blood, and Asa understood how the whole corpses could be flattened like that.

Asa turned around and tried to run, only to find that he was surrounded by three of these tree men. He didn't pay any attention to the silent trees, and walked in on his own.

A loud bang in the distance shattered the silence of the entire forest, and the treemen's movements suddenly stopped. The glow of a green fire loomed in the distance in the gloomy woods. It was still noon, but the sky was as dark as dusk in the rain, and in the dark and hazy light and shadow stood a few bloodstained trees, all around which were shattered and the dead silence solidified again, which was extremely strange.

Asa glanced up, and the originally radiant sun was now only a golden ring, and the black shadow in the middle blocked most of the light, which turned out to be a rare golden ring eclipse.

There was another explosion that was even more violent, and several of the treemen let out a low chirp from somewhere, and together they stepped out of their roots and walked in the direction of the sound, ignoring Asa on the ground.

Asa watched the Treant disappear in a daze, and suddenly thought that this might be a good opportunity. The sound and green firelight over there must have been the work of the red-robed man, and he was probably fighting against such a monster. Although he didn't know what the purpose of the red-robed man entering this forest was, and that purpose should be more or less related to his own goal, maybe he was also for the 'Leaf of the World Tree'.

This forest is definitely not just daunting, and the 'World Tree Leaf' hidden in it is definitely not something that can be picked and brought back like a fruit in the orchard. Instead of bumping around by yourself, you should follow along and take a look, and maybe you can take advantage of the chaos to catch fish.

Having made up his mind, Asa chased in the direction the treant had gone. After running a few steps, he noticed that the lumps of wood didn't seem to care about him at all, and he dared to get closer, but still didn't react to him. The treemen were slow, but they were so big that they struggled to run, and Asa was so bold that he grabbed the foot of one of the treemen, but the treemen didn't react at all, so he jumped on top of the treemen's head and let them lead him in that direction.

Led some distance by perhaps the strangest mount in the world, Asa saw several tree-man corpses burned into a pile of black carbon, shattered pieces of wood, and a few zombies that had been crushed and crushed. Sure enough, it is the masterpiece of the red-robed man. New treemen began to be seen all around, and they all walked forward.

The surrounding treemen gathered more and more, and at a glance it seemed that the entire forest was moving. Not far away, you can already see the sawdust scattering in all directions with the air currents in the explosion, and the green flames suddenly erupt in the roar, as if a grand fireworks are being held in front of you. The silence of the forest was long gone, and it was all in utter noise.

After a few more strides of the Treants, Asa saw the group of zombies and red-robed men.

The red-robed man was undoubtedly the absolute protagonist of this spectacular scene, and the entire battle revolved around him. More than a hundred zombies surrounded him in the middle, and sometimes he swung a small bit of green fire and flew at the treeman, and with a bang, the whole tree man was swallowed into a pile of charcoal in the raging flames, and sometimes he threw a ball of light with a deafening explosion that blew the treeman to pieces.

Beneath the tall body of the Treants, there are also some white horses and some people with pointed ears and long hair, attacking the zombies and the red-robed people. The white horses had a sharp horn in the middle of their foreheads. Asa had heard from the old adventurer that it was supposed to be a unicorn, a beast that could only be seen in the pristine forest. And those people with pointed ears and long hair should be elves, and when they were in their hometown, they often heard dwarves mention that they are also a race that only lives in the forest, and they are similar to humans but cannot be regarded as subhumans.

The elves, both men and women, leaped vigorously among the treemen, shooting at the red-robed men with longbows in hand, and some of them even unleashed a wave of magic. It's just that the zombies next to the red-robed man are all scrambling to use their bodies to bear these arrow magic, and none of them can hit the red-robed man at once. The red-robed men seemed to want to kill and injure the elves as much as they could, but they all jumped swiftly from one tree man to another.

Unicorns pick zombies with the horns on their heads. Once provoked by the sharp horn that glows white and thrown away and then lands on the ground, the zombie is immediately smashed to pieces like a tattered puppet. The tree people used their huge hands and feet to squash the zombies, grabbed them and crushed them.

The number of zombies is rapidly decreasing, but the reinforcements from the elves are accumulating, and there are still treemen pouring around. The red-robed man's hand kept waving, and the explosions and flames became more and more intense, but the speed of the treemen still increased faster than the number of fallen, and the red-robed man's surroundings were completely overwhelmed by the treemen. It seems that the winner has been decided.

Asa suddenly discovered that there was a scene in front of this fierce warband that was out of harmony with the atmosphere.

Several moss-bearing rocks bulge out of the ground, rising and falling in a circle, with a clear spring in the middle. Three emerald green leaves floated on the water, and in the center of the spring stood a naked elf girl.

The girl was motionless in the water with her hands around her breasts and her eyes closed, her long silver hair hanging down, blending with the luster of her beautiful carcass, giving birth to a beauty that people only worshiped and did not dare to have the slightest delusion.

Then his attention was immediately drawn to the three leaves floating on the water. From such a distance, he couldn't see what kind of leaf it was, but he could only feel the kind of green that shook his heart, like the kind of green in which all the world's businesses converged.

It seemed to be a picture of seclusion and independence, oblivious to the fierce battle unfolding next to it, and showing its quiet beauty there.

A loud bang almost deafened Asa. A nearby tree man was hit by a ball of light, and the blast of air mixed with sawdust scraped across his face, burning with pain. Only then did he realize that the tree man he was in had joined the warband.

As soon as he wanted to get up and slip down to the ground, Asa realized that the vines on the tree man had become entangled at some point, tied around his waist and tied him to the treeman's head.

The incessant sound of explosions and flames was suddenly gone, replaced by the voice of the red-robed man like a thousand ghosts coming out of the gate, but shouting in a tone of reciting poetry: "O dark dragon sleeping in the cracks of time......"

Asa began to pull desperately at the vines that were wrapped around him, but the vines were so soft and tough that they couldn't keep pulling.

There weren't many zombies left, and there were still thirty or forty around the red-robed man. As the red-robed man raised his skeletal hands and began to chant, the zombies all tried to move as close to him as they could, and a few even stood on the shoulders of their companions, forming a fortress* to protect him in it.

The elves in the underground also suddenly increased the speed of their attacks, and magic and arrows rained down on the red-robed man, but all of them were blocked by the flesh of the zombies, and pieces of rotten flesh flew everywhere.

"I summon you in the name of darkness and destruction......" The red-robed man continued to chant under the cover of zombies, and a huge shadow began to condense in the air.

The vines were still wrapped around their waists, as if they were getting tighter and tighter. Asa began to panic. He didn't know what kind of spell the red-robed man was casting now, but he knew that the casting speed was inversely proportional to the caster's level and magic strength. Since even the red-robed man has to chant slowly to perform it, it will definitely not be a flame that burns the tree man all at once. And the tree man under him was still trying to get closer there.

"Show your power in this world. The chanting of the red-robed man stopped. The shadow gradually became clear in the air, and the lizard-shaped huge body was covered in green scales, and on its back it was a pair of large wings, which was the illusion of a cyan dragon.

It was just an illusion, and the huge body didn't stop the treemen from attacking, and the treemen kept waving their hands and feet under the illusion, and there were fewer and fewer zombies. But when the illusory dragon stretched out its neck, raised its head, and inhaled, the air around it was suddenly gathered towards the place that should be void, and the turbulent air currents even tore the sawdust on the ground.

Asa sent a fireball at his waist, and he had to get out of the vines even though he was injured. On the ground, the elves had completely given up the attack, and they all gathered together to support a white curtain of light. The unicorn began to flee in all directions.

With a bang, the fireball exploded on Asa's body, and the vines finally broke off. Asa was surprised to discover something.

The treantman's courageous advance had brought him underneath the dragon's mouth, and he could even feel the air condensed inside rolling, blending in with the vast amount of mana. It was too late to escape, and he decided to take a gamble.

The dragon's head was raised to its highest point, the inhalation stopped, and the air flow calmed down in the air. The battlefield that had been noisy just now suddenly returned to the original silence of the forest, and almost all the movement stopped, leaving only the tree people still silently waving their hands at the zombies who were still erecting a human wall for the red-robed people, and let out a lonely ping-pong sound, setting off the ominous prelude in the air even more ominously.

The dragon flung its head around in a dashing gesture, and a corpse's dead green flames erupted from the dragon's mouth like a flood that had been gathering for centuries.

In an instant, everything was drowned in this raging sea of green flames, and the tall trees were just touching the magic flame like wax being drenched with red molten iron, and it only flashed and disappeared immediately, as if they were reluctant to leave even the residue behind.

The dragon swung its body and shook its head and neck as hard as it could, and the dark green waves spread out uncontrollably, swallowing everything it touched, even the sound. All that was left of the world was the roar of the dragon's mouth spitting out flames.

It seemed like a century before the dark green flames finally stopped spewing out of the dragon's mouth. The dragon's apparition let out a low groan that seemed to be exhausted. The image faded away, dissipating in the air as slowly as it slowly condensed. The green flames also faded as the dragon faded.

Everything was gone, zombies, treants, elves, unicorns, and the surrounding towering ancient trees, rocks, and grass on the ground, not even a trace of their existence remained, and a radius of hundreds of meters was completely blackened.

The red-robed man standing in the middle of the scorched earth let out a ghostly wheezing sound, the magic draining almost all of his mana. But all obstacles have been removed. He looked ahead.

But the spring not far ahead was still there, the water was still so clear and transparent, the leaves were still so green and vibrant, and the girl continued to stand there quietly with her head bowed and her eyes closed. The scene still seems to have nothing to do with all the changes around it, just standing alone on this dead scorched earth. The magical flame that destroyed everything just now didn't hurt the slightest bit here.

But the red-robed man was not surprised, as if this was also expected, or even expected. He smirked like the laughter of hundreds of dying wolves trying to moan together.

Suddenly, the spring began to glow with a golden glow. The red-robed man looked up at the sky, the eclipse was almost completely over, and the sun was gradually regaining its radiance.

The red-robed man walked towards the spring. He's already won, and the goal is right in front of him, and he's going to grab that beautiful body out there, and drain all the essence of that thing that makes him jealous as he did with a human just now.

The scorched earth next to him suddenly moved, and a figure rushed out of it, picked up the horn of a unicorn on the ground, and rushed towards the red-robed man.