It will be a clear day with no clouds obscuring the rising sun, a day of war, with smoke rising and sparks flying, but at night it will be washed by water, and the wounds inflicted by evil here will scab over and a slow process of recovery will begin. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

If Saruman had risen early and looked south before the sun had risen, he might have spotted a cloud that was constantly moving from the mountain to the mountainside. Zhao Mai used a large cloud to provide shelter, but the view inside was not affected in any way. The tree people led the elves, climbed the mountain rocks with their hands and feet, and moved forward steadily.

Maybe the white-robed wizards in Ozarktari didn't hear anything, but the goblins who worked on the dam were not. They need to maintain the machinery here day and night to keep them working correctly at all times. To understand the complex machinery and transmissions, and even to estimate the impact of flow and water pressure on the structural integrity of the dam, only the strongest goblins can do it.

"Tooth Fried" has a hammer in his hand and is tapping lightly on the iron frame. Saruman used a powerful binder to turn the massive rocks into a monolithic wall to hold back the flow of water upstream, and steel beams to share the pressure. However, the rat believes that an arched dam with a curve would be safer than a dam facing it now.

By the sound of the tapping, he could tell the pressure on the steel beams. Knock knock knock must be broken, and it won't work empty. But what is the noise? The goblin "Mouse" looked up and saw that on the hillside on the east side of the dam, a lot of dirt mixed with small stones was slowly tumbling down.

A pair of big eyes blinked, and on a whim, the "Fried Tooth Mouse" pulled out his legs and ran to the west side of the dam. According to his duties, he should have shouted loudly to call the police. But he had a magical premonition that if he shouted, he would die.

"I guess he's a mute, leave him alone. Zhao Mai stopped Glöffendale, who was about to shoot. "Let's separate from here, wish victory!"

"For victory!" Groffindel waved his hand, and the treemen no longer suppressed their speed, and jumped up from the cliff one after another, falling more than ten meters at a time. The force of the impact blasted through the rock formations, and stones and dirt rained down like hailstones. Then the tree man jumped again, and was left behind by a drop of more than ten meters.

The Treebeard let out a battle cry, a dull sound, like thunder coming from the distant horizon. Inspired by him, the four treemen in charge of dismantling the dam crouched down, soared into the air, and jumped directly towards the dam. As for the depth of twenty meters and the drop of more than forty meters, they are all ignored by these crazy plants.

The Treant landed heavily on the dam, and the loud sound of the impact woke all the goblins from their slumber. "What's going on? fart spirit blowing up again?" There was a familiar sound, but there was no familiar smell, and the goblins staggered out of their shacks, staring blankly at the extra things on the dam.

"Which fool planted a tree on the dam?"

Now that the assault has begun, there is no need to hide the figure. Zhao Mai took a sharp breath and let out an earth-shattering roar: "WAAAGH!" With this roar, he simultaneously released the terrifying aura of the Terrasquet Behemoth, which swept through the entire dam construction site. The goblins were all peeing their pants in fright, and even the slackers who were still asleep began to sleepwalk and run away and scream.

"From the middle to the sides, remove the supporting iron beams, and I'll increase the flow of water!"

Zhao Mai turned over and jumped off the tree man and stood firmly on the dam. The reserve was teleported to him, and the desire to fight was evident in his eyes. "Okay, you'll be glamorous this time!" Zhao Mai took out the hunter's blood spear, opened the lightsaber, and then handed it to the reserve grain. The war dog, which had already broken its tail, bit the shaft of the spear, and charged towards the goblin with a "buzzing" sound with the light spear.

As long as it's running, Xiaohua can't go too far. The gardener dragon, who had no combat power, was thrown on the shoulder of a tree man, and she was clinging to the branch, not daring to open her eyes to look outside. So Xiaohua flew in the sky in the form of a dryad ghost to protect the weak side of the reserve food without lightsabers. She condensed the Force of Nature and threw small balls of electricity, the fried goblin hair standing on end, and her hands and feet twitched.

Zhao Mai glanced at the Wizard Tower, Saruman didn't seem to have reacted yet, that is, the goal of the raid was achieved, and the next thing was to wreak havoc. Grofendale had led the elves and the treants to the foot of the mountain, and two large stone giants had stopped on the hillside and begun to build a stone throwing position. They kept tapping the mountain with their hands, turning it into a cement-like structure. After that, they can dig up the cement and roll it into stone balls, and in a few moments they will be able to launch long-range throws, suppressing any possible counterattacks with stone projectiles.

Zhao Mai looked at the dam, slowly raised his hands, and then began to release the druid spell. Simply destroying buildings is nothing better than seismic, but Zhao Mai pursues a greater destructive effect, so seismicism is inappropriate. He constantly communicates with the Force of Nature, mobilizing a huge amount of water, an endless amount of water.

Powerful druids are able to simulate a variety of natural phenomena, and tsunamis are one of them. Although this spell would be weakened in a river and far less powerful than if it could be cast on the sea, Zhao Mai could make up for it with the power of the Worm Heart Ring. As he continues to call, the amount of water in the artificial lake formed by the dam increases, and it forms a protruding wall of water, rising in height and thickening. Zhao Mai used his psychic ability to forge a transparent dam to restrain the tsunami he had summoned, like a grenade that had been opened and insured.

Zhao Mai looked in the direction of the Wizard Tower, and Saruman finally appeared. He didn't even have time to put on his usual white robe, just stepped on his slippers and appeared in his pajamas. Zhao Mai laughed loudly, and then made his laughter into background music and turned it up to maximum volume. Saruman's eyes widened, and he just glanced at the dam, and he could clearly see the tree man who had already removed half of the steel beams and was punching the dam with a fist. With his wisdom, he understood in an instant what was happening. In fact, he had long been uneasy in his heart, and he faintly began to wake up, but he knew that at this time, he was completely sure: "Bastard, bastard, you deceived me! What Supreme Ring went to Gondor, it was all a lie!"

Saruman raised his right hand in the air, and a bolt of lightning fell on the Elven Ring, then reflected back to the spire of the Wizard's Tower, jumping and gathering on it. Then, the slipper pajama wizard pointed hard at Zhao Mai, and the lightning stabbed horizontally, and the white light for a moment was even more dazzling than the sun jumping out of the horizon.

Zhao Mai concentrated his psychic ability and also released his psychic lightning. Instead of a hard block, he took advantage of the situation to lift Saruman's lightning over his head and throw it behind him. I could only hear a boom, and the force field blocking the tsunami spell was destroyed, and waves like a hill roared down.

"Get out of the way, Hong Feng is coming!"

With just one blow, the levee blew up.