I don't know if it was white, or if the snowfall soaked in the miserable white of the death energy suppressed most of the bloody feeling on the earth.

Duremi whipped violently as she lifted the spear-shaped staff in her hand.

Although there are no pure spellcasters in the Elven Kingdom, and there are no warriors who purely do not use any spells and spells of any kind, every elf has more or less two abilities.

The same is true for Duremie, but if she had to distinguish between them, she is undoubtedly rushing to the front line, using the quasi-spells solidified on her body, each of which is designed to enhance the ability related to transformation, to make her transformation into a beast-like body more effective.

However, the almost uninterrupted influx of undead towards the tree wall that lasted for many days left her exhausted not only physically, but also mentally.

The lower body, which was originally transformed into the body of a unicorn, was no longer so that she could quickly support her allies on the battlefield, allowing her to crush the undead with a more powerful impact, but allowing her to escape from the pale bone claws of the group of undead faster.

In her field of vision, a team of blood elves, engulfed by the undead—

Like themselves, they wanted to reduce some pressure on the team guarding the wall on the other side when the undead rushed to the other wall.

Although the tree wall was tall enough, it was too close to each other to limit the defenders' play as it could injure allies, and the team near the tree wall, which had been broken by the wave of the undead, had already gathered.

That's all she has to do, that's all she can do.

The same is true for the rest of the defending teams.

It's not the first time she's been involved in the war against the wave of the undead, and it's not the first year.

This is the best option in the past.

However, she didn't fail to think that the tree wall would fall so quickly—that section of the tree wall was breached.

A huge undead with a huge body, made of the bones of the dead who don't know how many exactly, completely ignored the "bait" that their group came out to attract attention.

That section of the city wall is finished, completely finished.

Knock - Knock -

The miserable white energy of death smashed down with a dozen or so huge bone claws of different sizes that formed like forked branches, smashing the trees on the tree wall that had been repeatedly reinforced and were as hard as metal.

Just like Duremie, the elven warriors had never faced such a terrifying monster at this distance.

And not only the huge skeleton itself, when the huge bone claw fell, the countless dead corpses that followed it rushed up the tree wall, and their bodies quickly surged up against a part of the completely dead tree wall.

Originally, the trees that formed the tree wall would stretch out some branches on their own, stimulated by the elves' escaping vitality, to shoot down the enemies who climbed up, and even directly destroy their unstable skeletons.

However, when the giant claws of the giant skeleton smashed down and burst into like a tidal wave, not only the elven warriors who had no time to dodge were directly disconnected from every flesh and blood connection in their bodies by the death energy, but the vitality of their lives was scattered with the silence of all the organs, and even a large number of trees on the tree wall died.

These immortals, with great ease, inserted their not large bones into the crevices between the trees, and climbed the tree walls step by step, without worrying about whether it was a trap or not, and without worrying that their bones would be stuck or even crushed by the constricted trees.

If it was just these guys who climbed up, but what was worse was that when the deformed skeleton of the giant monster was placed on the tree wall, it actually opened a large opening, and one by one the dead came out of the hole, and smashed a large area of the undead on the tree wall.

The team, which was not completely defeated, was soon rushed to pieces by such a pursuit.

The elven warriors were divided by the chaotic surging corpses, not only could they not use the combined attack tactics of the original training, but they could only resist desperately, watching their companions being engulfed by the dead corpses, and turning into a new corpse in the screams.

The warm blood of the elves mixed with the ice chips that fell from the corpses, and the melted blood fell into the cracks in the tree walls, and only the gardener with dry bones poured death into the roots of the trees.

An atmosphere of despair is spreading.

However, at this moment, above the sky, a group of shape-shifting spellcasters riding animal companions, or transforming themselves into the body of a beast-like beast, clawed and holding their staffs, threw spells from the air towards the giant skeleton and towards the tree wall.

The tree wall, which was originally just a shield and passively beaten, suddenly activated at this moment, and the tough and solid branches and roots suddenly moved, spreading towards the giant wreckage and binding it.

Almost instantly, the giant skeleton that suddenly appeared on the battlefield and was formed by the convergence and condensation of the bones of countless undead was strangled in place by the trees that spread from both sides—

The body that was too large needed to support it with more death energy, and the body condensed by countless dry bones did not have a strong enough foundation, and the giant skeleton that vaguely appeared like a tree man was suddenly restrained in place.

Moreover, those trees did not stop their movements because they had caught the enemy, and the spells and life force that fell from the sky drove them to spread desperately towards the enemy's body, and used the tough wood that could penetrate the rock mass and disintegrate the ore veins to exert force from the opponent's body and outside the body-

At this moment, Duleimi could even hear the cracking sound.

The sound of bones being crushed and shattered by immense force.

The body of that giant skeleton was a monster formed by the condensation of countless corpses, but its own defensive ability was fragile in the face of enemies of the same size or even larger.

Just like Duremie, the confidence of the elves on the battlefield, crushed by the panic, dazedness and despair of the undead pouring into the tree wall, was held up by the inner branches at this moment.

The undead giant skeleton with the height of a dozen elves was not invincible.

Spell after spell fell from the feet and hands of casters riding animal companions or transforming themselves, disintegrating the giant skeleton once and for all.

However, at this moment, in the middle of the sky, the miserable white, seemed to be attracted by them, and quickly approached from the direction of another city wall.

It's just, I don't know why, Duleimi feels a little strange-

If it were her, she would have cooperated with the undead flying troops to completely destroy the defenders of the tree wall while the giant remains temporarily destroyed the tree wall.

These immortals, not only did they come late, but the number seemed to be a little small?

Could it be that something else attracts them?

How is it possible, what creatures can lure these flying undead away from this wave of death?

Duremi couldn't help but feel ashamed of his delusions for a moment.

ps: Tomorrow at noon, if nothing else, probably three or four more, maybe three more for a while, see if I get lazy.