The magic clay puppet is not a new invention, and it is not the first time it has been used in war, but in this war, it has indeed played an unprecedented role.

Whether it is the tribal alliance of the jungle elves or the demon lord who is handing over the sword, they don't think that they can completely defeat the Herodite kingdom with a strong family in one battle, at most, they can't bear the loss and retreat.

All operations were based on a strategy aimed at constantly depleting the opponent's vital forces and logistics, so that the Herodian army would be overwhelmed and demoralized, and would not lose the motivation to attack because of excessive losses.

As long as you get completely close, you can destroy the tree of life, and if you want to get close to your target, you must advance step by step in a battlefield full of traps and ambushes.

Neither the Herodian knights nor the infantry were immune to bullets and arrows, and each step forward required the loss of several corpses and the enormous logistical pressure of slow advance.

The defeat of the army was also a disgrace for the magician, and after a lot of magic proved ineffective, the archmage finally found an effective way to restrain it.

Herode's army was broken into pieces, advancing in small formations to draw resistance from the defenders, and then summoning clay puppets at close range, allowing the invulnerable and fearless monsters to charge straight into the defenders' positions.

No matter how heroic the orcs and elves are, they can't fight against dozens or hundreds of clay puppets, and what is even more terrifying is that even if they are separated and fight in multiple places at the same time, the Herodians will summon multiple groups of clay puppets to fight each other.

One can imagine the terrifying scene of a large group of magical clay puppets taking heavy steps towards the soldiers, each swing of their fists bringing amazing power, and can easily knock down those who dare to stand in the way.

Although the clay puppets will not be able to run far and shatter on their own, they have already won the Herodian soldiers a fighter plane, enough for them to safely move forward and occupy the defense line that was difficult to break through before.

If the defenders were willing, they would not be unable to recapture the lost land, but having lost the advantages of concealment and surprise attack, the battle for land would have to pay a great price in the face of the superior army of Herodes, who were ready to fight for it.

What's even more troublesome is that the magicians of Herod are indeed good at earth magic, and it won't be long before a group of earth puppets are gathered. As a result, the counteroffensive will not be effective.

Sometimes the battle was fierce, and the archmage Gasni would personally take action, directly summoning hundreds of puppets to kill into the battle group, and Sadaka had no choice but to retreat in order to avoid losses.

Vincent frowned, he found that this situation was indeed a bit tricky.

The devastated jungle is now full of sand, and magicians summon clay figurines with ease, this thing is not afraid of conventional weapons, and it is effective with explosives, but it is a bit more than worth the cost of using it.

What's more, their own production is limited, and they don't have so many explosives to blow up dirt......

"This is the core of the clay puppet, but it's broken." Sadaka handed the lord a magic stone the size of an apple with a cracked appearance, and his tone was a little frustrated, "It's not us who destroyed it, it's a remnant of their own cessation."

With the sponsorship of Itland's dear friend, the magic stone in Vincent's hand is now of both quality and quantity, and his understanding of the magic stone has deepened a lot.

Even if he is not a pop artist, Vincent can tell at a glance that this is an inferior product, and the only thing that is commendable is that it is a head.

The magic power of the magic stone was consumed quite thoroughly, and there was almost no residue to be felt, and it seemed that it was used extremely thoroughly.

"My lord, I am not brave enough, nor wise enough, to find many ways to deal with the clay puppets," Sadaka said, hanging his tail and full of guilt, "I have ordered my soldiers to retreat many times, and I have lost many defensive lines."

"It's not your sin, it's a tactic you've never seen before, and there's no point in smashing those clods of dirt." Vincent was relieved, "If you lose your land, you will lose your land, and if you lose your land, you will lose your land, and I don't think there is anything wrong with your decision."

"The enemy forces are too close to the Tree of Life, and we have no way to retreat." Sadaka still blamed himself very much, "If you retreat, you will not be able to protect the sacred tree."

"If it's really hard to hold on, we can continue to retreat into the jungle, and Gagarin has convinced the nearby tribes that they can provide us with shelter."

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Sen also didn't want his elite troops to take risks, and after thinking about it for a while, he decided to protect the army first, but he didn't expect that Sadaka didn't plan to obey orders this time.

The champion's eyes were filled with melancholy and sorrow, but his facial expression was more determined, and he looked like a devout saint preparing to be martyred.

"My lord, I don't think you can give up this holy relic, or the elves will be shaken."

"Holy relic...... Vincent was also moved when he saw this, "what do we get by doing this?"

"Evil is raging in the world, justice is farther away than the stars, and whoever can move forward will surely make the world weep."

Hey? Vincent only realized something strange after listening to it, why is Brother Leopard still elegant today?

"It's not me saying, it's a song from my people," Sadaka quickly explained, seeing Vincent looking at him like a stranger, "If you can be the savior of the jungle, our sacrifice will be worth it."

"I'm a demon, and I don't care about fame."

Vincent's words didn't have much confidence.

How can you not care? Fame is to win hearts and minds for oneself, and the hearts of people are the source of one's much-needed faith.

Sadaka glanced at the lord understandingly, and smiled with relief.

"Elves live a long life, I can praise you for a hundred years and a thousand years, I think it's worth it."

"That's not a loss," Vincent's serious face gradually thawed, and finally he smiled and said to himself, "My champion, you are really a genius." qδ.net

The plan to defend the Tree of Life was thus determined, and Sadaka became the Guardian of the Tree.

The Tree of Life is the sacred tree and totem of the elves, and although the Tree of Life of the Hualin tribe has been tossed and dying by the Herodians, it is still not dead, and protecting the Tree of Life represents respect for the elves.

Digging a defensive line in front of the tree of life, losing the mobility and flexibility of guerrillas, is not a clever tactic, but it has gained the trust of all elf tribes, and only then will there be an endless stream of young elves to help in the battle.

If you give up easily, it will inevitably make the elves of the Hualin tribe feel cold, and it will also disappoint the elves who are watching.

Whether it is sweet wine, clothing or fertilizer, you can only get the favor of the elves, and if you want to impress this ancient and arrogant race from the depths of your spirit, you can't do anything to hurt the feelings of the elves for the sake of victory.

His troops are not lacking in desperate courage, and they are even more indomitable when they launch the Blood Curse, but Vincent thinks that if technology can solve the problem, he will not need to work hard.

"I'll figure out a way about the clay puppet." Vincent gritted his teeth and made up his mind, "Even if the Divine Venerable continues to punish me this time, I will rub some toys that will impress the Herodians."

At this moment, a flash of cold lightning flashed in front of Vincent's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery and Sadaka all disappeared.

In a sea of corpses and blood, a narrow pontoon bridge built by countless swords, guns, swords, and halberds emerged from the sea and appeared in front of him.

The thunderous sound roared in his ears, and Vincent's soul trembled.

"Come, apostle, and give me the weapon of your imagination!"