After all, the world of the lost land is a world where strength is respected. The pursuit of a neutral natural path does not mean that they will abandon the pursuit of power. To maintain a neutral position, it is necessary to be more powerful in order to cope with the pressure of both good and evil.

Because people who insist on different positions only see their allies and enemies in their eyes, and no one is allowed to stay out of the situation. Or that they will actively seek such people to join their camp, whether by threat or inducement.

Leaving the cruel world sheltered by the World Tree, the Wood Elves are no strangers. No one is willing to stay under the umbrella for the rest of his life and not go out to break through; But there is no one who will not return, except those who have died abroad. Therefore, the strength of the World Tree is the common pursuit of all Wood Elves. After all, this is their home, which is enough to resist the vast majority of pressure from the outside world and protect their last place.

The strength of the World Tree is something that all wood elves dare not imagine. This is something that has never happened since the magic towers spread all over the maze and the war between the World Trees was forced to stop.

Just like Lin had guessed before, the promotion of the World Tree was the growth of the body of the tree to a higher dimension. And to break through the dimensional quadrant, the energy required is so great that the movement cannot be small.

On the day when it is scheduled to exert force and break through the quadrant. From the preparatory stage, a muffled voice rumbled within the confines of the World Ridge Cover. When the Wood Elves noticed something unusual, and the source was from the Horde's holy land, the location of the World Tree, they gathered almost immediately.

Because Waldwo had advanced in that Dark Age a thousand years ago. The situation at that time was passed down by word of mouth, and the elders among the wood elves had heard their elders tell it when they were young, like the low roar of the angry dragon before revealing its claws, and the scene that followed like the sky falling apart.

Everything in front of me is like a prelude to those scenes that could never appear again from the mouths of our ancestors. But, is it possible?

The Lord of the Forest was nowhere to be found, only two magicians from the human world stood under the World Tree and looked up. Some of the more radical wood elves didn't even ask, planning to capture the two directly, and then ask what happened.

However, in their eyes, what should have been easy to do is like it can never be done. You can easily run in the forest, jump over cliffs and streams, and your legs are the same as usual. But no matter how much he ran, the distance did not shorten by half a point.

Is this an illusion? Or is it a magic trap?

The wood elves, who realized that they were in some kind of predicament, shouted frantically. But standing not far in front of him, he couldn't get close, and the two people who couldn't touch him kept their original posture as if they hadn't heard it.

Suddenly, the low whistle stopped, and everyone seemed to be being pulled by countless people, unable to stand steadily, and swaying their hands and feet danced. Some people even floated up and floated in mid-air, and they could only move their limbs as if they were swimming in water, but they couldn't move half a minute.

All the branches of the World Tree began to sway, trembling with the drooping air roots. There was a cacophony of sighs. The rumbling sound that had been subdued began again, and this time it was a ** sound, getting louder and louder.

Just when the sound of ** rushing straight to the chest was about to be so loud that it shocked people to cough up blood, there was a sudden silence, and the whole world seemed to be frozen, nothing could be moved, but everyone's consciousness was still very clear.

Although the eyeballs cannot be turned, everything in sight freezes. Even the wind stopped, and the grass that was pressed down and the air roots that were blown away were all maintained at the moment before they stopped.

The moment of froze may be short-lived; But being in it is like living a lifetime in such a predicament. Caught off guard, the whole world was like a large piece of glass, and one by one, small pieces began to disintegrate, revealing the things behind the disintegrating space.

Each small piece of disintegrating space will reveal a strange but different world from reality. Some have the sun and the land, but they are also full of different hues. There are things that are nothing but filled with a colorful burst of colors. There are even some figures that should not be seen and described.

The most troublesome thing is that there is no unity or pattern for these fragments. Sometimes two fragments are supposed to point to the same world, but the two fragments may be separated by a considerable distance. More often than not, images that have nothing to do with each other are forcibly stitched together.

And staring at these things that shouldn't be in the world, in order to gather the strength of the wood elves who came here, they were still uncontrollably invaded by a crazy thought. At this moment when they needed help the most, they were supposed to guard the divine power of their hearts, but they didn't respond to any calling. This also makes the only thought they can fight against madness now is despair......

Just before most of the Wood Elves were ready to abandon their psychic defenses and let madness dominate them, the unthinkable happened! The World Tree, which had already towered into the sky, was once again a lot taller. As if shattering the world, the canopy broke through the limitations of space and reached into a place that the Wood Elves did not understand.

In an instant, a terrifying surge of energy swept in, and the World Tree began to turn yellow from the end, and the area covered by the ridge narrowed at the same time. There was a terrifying crack in the trunk, extending from top to bottom, as if it was about to cut the tree in half.

At the same time, the hearts of all the wood elves sounded with the voice of crying for help. It was the cry of their beloved mother, the lord of the forest, Waldwo, in a heart-to-heart connection.

Lend power to ...... Distribute the energy that is almost destroyed...... It's just one step away...... It's just one small step......

Without much thought, the wood elves of the Wadwo tribe opened up everything in their body, mind and spirit, choosing to live with their mother, or die together.

Wadwo, who had found a way out for the energy surge in his body, did not vent the excess energy in one go. Instead, a very small part of the computing power was divided, the upper limit of each individual Wood Elf was screened, and then the huge destructive energy that was uncontrollable was thrown on them.

However, damage is still inevitable, and when more computing power cannot be mobilized, the misjudged wood elf can only meet the fate of being overwhelmed with too much energy. It was the flesh and blood of the whole body that exploded out of thin air, and there were no bones left in the true sense.

But...... Still not enough!

The crack that runs through the trunk of the tree, which was originally only in the outer skin, has been eroded inward with the rings of growth. The moment you reach the Heart of the World Tree is the end of Vadwo's life.

'Looks like you need help, kid. ’

Demon King Fanny Tikal pressed her hand against the cracked tree, and in an instant, the brilliant skin seemed to have been impacted, turning into bits of ash and spewing backwards. But the golden bone was not moving, and the turquoise soul flame was beating in the hole in the eye.

Lines similar to the appearance of the World Tree begin to spread from the palm of the hand to the whole body. Different from the energy of power, the baptism of this body with the perfect proportion of eight powers of the bones pushed her into the unknown realm again.

Since she renounced her human identity and transformed into a lich, Fen has surpassed the lich's life level again. The Lich of the Lost Lands also needs lifeboxes to protect their souls. But in order to fight the gods, Fen's sublimation freed her from the weakness of the life box and became a lich who was no longer a lich. At this time, she couldn't even do how to kill herself, and she couldn't think of it.

Now it has ushered in another change, once again impacting the foundation of the original life level. What will become, I don't know. But Fen thought about it for a while, maybe let go of this inflow of energy, and he would 'survive' to death. Ushering in real death, this is not a wish. But this little bit of thought was instantly replaced by consternation.

Because of the connection with that energy, Fen 'sees' this energy and understands its source. It was the energy surge caused by the energy gap between the two sides after the barriers of the different dimensions of the world were broken.

If it's just a simple impact, it's easy to deal with, but the most terrifying thing is that it's an energy exchange between two different worlds. The fusion of energy with different properties is not as simple as 1+. There are pairs of annihilation, there are fusions, there are additions that are superimposed because of this, and there are also properties that are transformed because of this. From a physical point of view, there is a large amount of entropy that is generated and impacts all individuals.

And the bulk of this energy surge was of course borne by the World Tree. The person who bears the second most is not himself, but the man who sits cross-legged on the ground when the World Tree begins to break through the quadrant.

If the surge of energy from another dimension formed the largest vortex at the crown of the World Tree, then at the top of the forest was the second largest vortex. What is attached to oneself is at most a relatively thick stream; Even more so when it comes to other Wood Elves. It's like a pipeline for infusion when I'm doing biological experiments.

At the Dream Magic Tower, the man who was urgently pulled into the dream watched the world change greatly. Originally, in addition to the magic tower, there were only countless points of light forming a starry sky-like environment. Now it's full of shooting stars, carrying tail flames, flying towards the magic tower.

Lin came to the two avatars who were sweating and holding up a shield, and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"It's not very clear. I only know that the starry sky, which was originally used as a defensive function, has been transformed into self-destructive energy. If you don't find a way to channel or vent, everything here will be destroyed. We're too fragile compared to it. "The incarnation of the fat house also seems to know that the situation is serious, and it is rare that he does not talk nonsense.

Lin asked again, "So what's going on now?" Isn't this our dream, it's up to us to dominate everything. ”

The second incarnation also didn't care about maintaining a cold image, and said anxiously: "They are also part of the dream, no matter how they change, the core part will not change in any way." And now they are in a situation where the basic energy of the composition has expanded to an extent that is difficult to control, and it is not something that we can change as much as we want. I've stretched the distance they can reach, but I can't expand the boundaries of my dreams indefinitely, which means they will arrive sooner or later. And what's worse is that their energy is still expanding. If this continues, no one knows what will happen. ”