Crimson stood quietly for a moment, and when she opened her eyes again, a thick green floated through the depths of her pupils, and then burned violently, turning into a thick blood red!

Crimson raised her right hand and looked at it. As her mind turned, a reddish flame flashed on her fingertips.

"It's level 11, and the Green Forest Elf is really replenished. Eat fifty more, level twelve...... One hundred and fifty, thirteen levels...... Four hundred and fifty, fourteenth level ......" Crimson counted silently.

She casually held the short knife stuck in her chest, slowly drew it, and threw it to the ground without looking. The wound on his chest did not even shed a drop of blood, and it was immediately closed, leaving only a faint scar after a few moments.

The crimson chest cavity is full of dense bones and muscles, and the muscles themselves also have the function of storing energy. Any sharp blade pierces, under the contraction of muscles, the bones of special substances will lock the piercing weapon. So the heart is not her point, but a trap.

"Solved the last one. Crimson sent a message. Then he walked in the direction of Richard.

As the creator of the brood, the soul bond between Crimson and Richard is much stronger than that of the other contractors, similar to the soul guardian Splash. When Richard's soul power is further enhanced, it is time to share perception.

After merging Crimson and Splash, Richard carried the knocked out young druid towards the forest. All the elven warriors who rushed to the rescue were ambushed by Splash and Crimson. It was unknown how long it would take for the other elven warriors to arrive, but now that he had captured a living druid, Richard didn't want to make any more trouble.

All three were very fast and quickly exited the forest. As long as you leave the forest area, you are safe. Richard did not rush back to the city, but waited for a while and saw Agamemnon come out of the forest, still holding a staff with fresh green leaves in his hand. This is clearly the staff of nature used by the druids.

In a moment of carelessness, he let him run, leaving only an arm and this thing. Agamemnon said with a wry smile.

Richard was already surprised, Agamemnon's strength was probably stronger than he expected.

Richard has a variety of special abilities, especially the natural bloodline of the elves and the construction of the forest realm on his body, which makes him very beneficial in the environment of the green forest, and even more adaptable than the green forest elves. Even so, the druids are transformed into night leopards and are invisible, and it takes a lot of luck to see through their tracks. Originally, Richard had expected nothing for Agamemnon.

Richard had an easy hand, but because he was lucky enough, he happened to catch this unqualified young druid. Agamemnon's ability to spot his opponent and leave them with an arm and a staff of nature that is almost equivalent to the druid's second life is shocking. And the night ambush Agamemnon certainly didn't have that eye-catching sledgehammer, but only an ordinary-looking knight's sword.

Richard glanced back at the deep forest, raised the young druid in his hand, and said, "Go back! ”

Back in the city, Richard stopped Agamemnon, pointed to the young druid, who was still unconscious, and said, "This little guy has a hard mouth, and I'm afraid my people won't be able to ask anything." Why don't you send a few people over and find a way to get him to speak?"

Agamemnon took a deep look at Richard and nodded, "Okay." ”

Richard smiled slightly, handed the young druid to Oraar, and then gave him a few more words, and went back to rest. Sitting overnight in a damp forest is not pleasant. At this time, it really made moss grow on his body.

The next morning, the city was still wide open, and three teams of warriors rushed out and began their routine logging process.

This time, it was still the humanoid elite knights who led the team, but their scarlet armor was not only painted with gilded ornaments, but also had an additional badge on their chests, which was a world tree with a volcano as the backdrop. Looking at the intricate and ornate insignia and the glorious armor, a fool can tell that these elite knights are some big shots.

Richard had lightly explained the new motif to Nereus, and since he had been more laid-back lately, he had designed his own personal badge. So Neres, who was stuffy and growing mushrooms quickly, was led to become more and more impetuous and angry. Having a personal badge is the beginning of creating a family branch independently, and Richard's current strength does have this qualification, the difference is only the network and accumulation.

When the fourth prince complained, Agamemnon was also by his side, he was still expressionless and silent, but he reached out and rubbed Neris's hair.

Although no one explicitly mentioned it, Richard had noticed that there was something unusual about the badge on Agamemnon's two hundred bloody guard armor. The silver-white coat of arms adorned with three golden incense-root irises is the family crest of the Grand Duke of Iron Blood, and each branch has its own subtle differences, such as the addition of a horizontal sword to the Grand Duke's personal coat of arms, and a drop of blood in place of the calyx. But the bloody guards who followed Agamemnon were three vetiver irises backed by a sky blue winged shield, a pattern that had never been seen in the family lineage of the Iron Will.

The soldiers were still talking and laughing, and they went to the logging with high morale. Richard and Agamemnon attacked late at night, capturing one alive and seriously wounding a druid, which boosted the confidence of all the warriors in the city. As it turns out, there is nothing to be afraid of these natives. As Richard said, let's cut down all these damn trees all the way to their lair!

The logging efficiency of this day is extraordinarily high.

At night, the walking forest still appears. Although Richard and Agamemnon were resting leisurely and had no plans to attack, one can imagine how nervous the druids would be. Because the trees that have been driven here tonight are less than half of what they usually are.

The only regret is that the young druid refused to speak, and his will was so strong that even Richard was a little ashamed. Horral, who was skilled in torture, and the two guards under Nereus were helpless, and all the methods they should have used were used. The soul of the young druid was wrapped in a cloud of green energy, which was the protection of the power of the green forest, and it could not be broken at all, so all the magic spells that affected the mind were ineffective.

After a day of struggle, everyone else began to come up with ideas.

Tiramisu felt that he could cook his left leg, and Crimson seconded. Scheer and the others were also rambling, mostly uncreative proposals, less intimidating than the ogre's.

The Pamir master proposed that a group of macho men could be used to reincarnate/x this handsome young druid, mainly to cause psychological trauma, supplemented by ** trauma. Obviously, this archmage has a strong taste.

Richard, however, was skeptical that this would be effective for the druids, who were capable of turning into night leopards and other animals from the outside to the inside. In Norland, there is no shortage of examples of wild druids who have lost their nature and really regarded themselves as beasts of prey.

There are all kinds of strange things, but none of them really work. Maybe pulling this guy back to Norland and washing it with divine grace in the Eternal Dragon Temple will wash away the barrier on his soul. But the cost of doing so is simply too great to be worth it.

Anyway, Richard had another way, so he ordered the little druid to be tortured at a fixed time every day, and only gave him half an hour of sleep every day before leaving the torture room. Interrogation is often a job that requires patience.

The next day, the three logging units set off as usual. One of the teams targeted a sparse grove at the edge of the forest. This forest was driven out by the druids just last night, and it has just taken root, so it is relatively easy to cut down. The warriors now have experience in cutting wood, and know how to cut down the forest they walk on before dealing with the trees that grow in the first place.

The group of fighters had dispersed into the woods, each surrounded by two warriors around the dozens of wrestlers in charge of logging. And the elite humanoid knights on horseback patrol around, just in case. However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

More than a dozen ancient trees suddenly came to life, and their hideous faces appeared on the trees, and they waved their thick branches and struck at the surrounding warriors fiercely! The soldiers who were caught off guard immediately raised their shields to resist, but the war tree manpower was infinite, and the branches of the trees struck the giant shield, often throwing away the shield and the people together. The slasher without the protection of the giant shield was directly drawn to the point of breaking his tendons and breaking his bones!

In an instant, the number of casualties reached dozens.

The elite humanoid knight was besieged by four ancient trees, and he silently swung his sword and slashed an ancient war tree in front of him in two. However, each ancient war tree had seven or eight branches waving, and the humanoid knight dodged the attack from behind, but was hit by the side, and in an instant the mount under his crotch had been pierced by several branches, and he also received a heavy blow from a thick branch on his shoulder, and flew directly out of his horse, and planted himself on the ground.

The elite humanoid knight spurted out a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up, when a seed suddenly shot out of the forest and landed on him. So countless vines grew wildly, winding him tightly in a matter of seconds. These vines are tougher than steel cables, and no matter how hard the humanoid knight tries, he can't break free.

Four elven warriors jumped down from the tree like ghosts, one grabbed a vine, and the four of them lifted the humanoid knight together, and immediately retreated to the forest, disappearing into the depths of the vast forest sea in the blink of an eye. A druid, with a swing of the Staff of Nature, transforms into a jungle leopard and slowly disappears into the air.

At the edge of the forest, more than a dozen War Treants are still frantically chasing and slaughtering the warriors who are slaughtering the loggers. In front of these war tree people who were equivalent to fourteenth level strength, but their single body was far above the human warriors of the same level, the chaotic human ordinary warriors had only the fate of being slaughtered.

The light on the distant city wall shone brightly, and one by one the strong men rushed directly to the battlefield in the air. When Sher, Nereus, and Agamemnon arrived, the slaughtered became war treants. ~