Not to mention that Zhao Mai was dragged by dogs, dragged between the roots and the mud, just the battle between Wadsworth and the pyramid has already entered a white heat. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The huge wooden fist slammed into the pyramid with the power of a thunderbolt. The tower shook and retreated, but the surface was not damaged in the slightest. The spire still emits cold rays, and all the branches and leaves that are hit are frosted, frozen, and shattered into snowflakes. However, the mangroves continue to provide the Treant Giants with a steady stream of natural Force, and of course, new bodies.

"Get out of my turf!" Wadsworth roared. From the mouth of his tree hole, a sky full of insect erosion flew out. The black worms gathered together, the buzz of flapping their wings, like a fighter engine, deafening over the rest of the surrounding sounds. Without hesitation, the swarm rushed towards the pyramid, not sparing a single possible void and trying to drill inward. Rays are very effective at killing insects, but they can't cope with huge numbers.

The entire pyramid was covered in black, and there was a gnawing sound everywhere, which looked amazing. But Wadsworth knew very well that not a single bug had touched the shell of the pyramid. This powerful and strange thing, protected by a layer of regular power outside, seems to be immune to mortal attacks.

Even though Wadsworth did not believe in gods, he had heard of the effects of divine powers, which were characterized by immunity to mortal things. This is a very shameless ability, a unique advantage that belongs to the system of gods. Except for the gods, the mages seem to have a way to overcome it, but the druids are very powerless about it. After all, the Force of Nature comes from all things, serves all things, and does not exceed them.

The gods are not allowed to come to the main material plane (mortal world) easily to avoid the influence of their power too much, and it is also for their own sake. I won't go into the rules of the crystal wall here, just focus on the battle itself. After Wadsworth cast the swarm, he found that it didn't work well, and after thinking about it for a while, he realized that it was still Mike's way to win.

"How did he know about this so early?" Wadsworth was about to look down for the paladins, but the pyramid launched a counterattack, this time no longer a ray. The top of the pyramid turns blue, and then continuously unleashes sound waves outward, shattering the bodies of all the flying insects with a terrifying noise. Because of its huge size, Wadsworth was also affected by the fact that it was in the way of sound waves. A large amount of twig bark fell downward, and he also felt dizzy.

"Shut your foul mouth!" the Dryad shook his fist and slammed into the top of the pyramid. Only a boom was heard, the tip deflated, the blue light disappeared, and the sound waves disappeared.

Wadsworth had a keen sense that he had indeed hit the pyramid this time, rather than being blocked by the shield. At the same time, the divine power isolation barrier that shrouded the mangroves also shook, and the color became thin and would disappear at any time.

"So you can't defend when you attack!" Wadsworth adjusted and continued to punch and attack. But this time the pyramid was fully defended, and even the shock caused by the impact was gone.

A swarm of beetle-like six-legged structures crawled out of the dark holes of the pyramid and gathered towards the top. Repair spells are fired from their mouths, while their companions' body parts are dismantled to repair damaged pyramids. Wadsworth kept throwing his fists, but they were blocked by the indestructible shield, and they couldn't hurt the nearby maintenance bugs in the slightest.

At this time, the protagonist of the book is finally dragged by a dog to the edge of the battlefield. Orc warriors are like fleas, spewing flames and constantly shuttling through the battlefield. No one could stop his Nauros weapon, so he could only choose to dodge in embarrassment. The orcs grinned lewdly, ripped off the paladins' cloaks, and continued to use the "armor-piercing" martial arts. The phantom projected by the "Poke Ball" is scolding, presumably scolding the orcs for not doing their job.

The state of the orc is very similar to Zhao Mai with a spare tire shield, and he can absorb all the blows from the outside world. Although it is not known what the purpose of the serrated sword he uses is, it is not impossible to deal with. Zhao Mai lay on the ground and shouted at Butcher: "Butcher, don't impact, fight hard! The slower the strength, the more you can hurt him! He is not your opponent by strength, grappling! Grabling!"

Butcher squinted at Zhao Mai's embarrassed appearance, hesitated for a moment, and then let out a low roar of hatred from his throat, and dropped the weapon in his hand. He twisted the muscles of his neck, pinched his fingers, and half-crouched.

The orc's jet rocket shoes can't stay in the air for long periods of time, so he's still mostly in a parabolic state of motion. When the flames were gone, he had only one option: landing. Butcher estimated where he landed and lunged at once. Zhao Mai covered his face and was about to scold. It is said that high-speed force is ineffective, and there is no point in ramming.

Butcher wasn't a fool, he just jumped in front of the orc, and then opened his palm and waved it at his face. The orcs with masked helmets didn't even bother to pay attention, just raised their serrated swords high and prepared for a heavy slash. Unexpectedly, Butcher put his palm in front of the orc's eyes, and at the same time, he shortened and walked around his side.

Behind the orc, Butcher passed his hands under his armpits, locked up on the orc's shoulders, and clasped his fingers behind his head, slowly pressing downward. Unlike the powerlessness of the weapon when it hit the orc's armor, this time he had a noticeable feeling in his hands. The orc struggled, feeding back information through his arms.

"There's a door!" Butcher felt the hope of victory again. His arms strained, trying to break the orc's neck. But this seems to have reached the upper limit of the armor's deformation, and it is not subject to the effects of the outside world, and his arms slipped, and he inexplicably lost the lock, allowing the orc to escape.

In fact, the orc warrior also had palpitations, and he really felt the threat of death at that moment just now. It seems that this group of natives accidentally discovered the weakness of the armor protection, so they can't stay. However, even if those female paladins knew this, they didn't have enough strength to grapple and hurt themselves, and only the strong man in front of them had that kind of threat on the entire battlefield.

He grinned, turning up the strength of his serrated sword to the maximum, ready to kill him first as best he could—while he didn't even have a weapon.

The orc was about to start charging, but found that he could not lift his feet, and when he looked down, he didn't know when, his upper and lower legs were crawling with roots and vines, loosely entangled. The strength of your own feet can tear off a lot of entanglements, but under the layers of deceleration, you just can't break free. The natural force is constantly coming back together and then covering the blades of grass. This power is so light and soft, but there are too many of them, and they are continuous.

The Rocket Shoes are not enough to charge, so you have to rely on the weapon in your hand. The orc swung his sword at his feet, and the sawtooth would cut through all entanglements! But he forgot that there was a strong man on the other side.

Well, it's not right to always say that Butcher is stupid. Zhao Mai said: "Overcome rigidity with softness, he still needs his legs to stand, it's just a big turtle with a sturdy shell that can jump!" Butcher had already thought of a whole set of attacks.

First he put his hand on the hilt of the orc's sword, as if he were sympathetic to the man and woman who were in agreement, and danced with each other. Gently guiding, slightly changing the direction of the swing of the long sword, only a few inches. The serrations cut off all the roots and then chopped them onto the rocket shoes. After a dizzying, tinnitus-vertigo small explosion, the serrated sword lost all its serrations, and even the steam propulsion device was damaged.

Protected by armor, the orcs were not injured at all, but Bucher's legs were covered with jagged fragments. But the man remained silent, pushing the hilt of his sword with one hand towards his chest. The orc didn't want his sword to hit him, so he pushed it outward. Butcher did not fight against his strength, suddenly withdrew his hand, and when the orc rushed forward, he repeated the old trick, flashed to his back again, and also pierced his arm and neck with the same move.