Dryads.

As they may name them, these "creatures", which do not know whether they are animals or plants, often live in dense forests that are inaccessible to people. By their nature, these creatures are animate plants, and a small number of them even possess considerable intellect.

No one knows how such creatures came into being, as they appeared without warning. For example, even if a forest is full of the same species of plants, it is possible that only one tree will be a dryad - just as there is a phenomenon in a crowd of people with excellent sorcerer talents, for a community of plants, the occasional dryad is their "magician".

What is certain is that the dryad retains its original plant properties and then has a different power than it originally had as it changes. A cactus-like dryad does not have the ability to walk due to change, and in the same way, even if it becomes a dryad, the apple tree will not grow bombs.

In the old pronunciation, the creature was called "Odewald", which means "living plant", or "moving green". This is a generic term, and in some dialects it is a term of awe, such as "Guardian of the Forest".

It is so called because these plants, which have some animal characteristics, have a very strong sense of territory. This plant is attacked when any creature invades its territory. Roots, vines, venom...... Unlike animals, they also have their own means of fighting.

Yes, from the outside, most dryads don't look much different from ordinary plants, but their personalities are not as gentle as those of their own counterparts who can't express their emotions. One can imagine the expressions on the faces of the ancestors when they encountered these moving plants - humans or other races in the wilderness era were often chased and beaten by the dryad community when they entered the forest.

I saw a large number of plants suddenly rushing out in front of me. Curt's data stored in his brain reflexively popped up a lot. Even if you don't have to recall all this complicated information, anyone who sees a plant that moves with their own consciousness will immediately reflect that it is a plant or a tree spirit.

But if you say that, something is not quite right with the plant in front of you. As a rule of thumb, normal dryads only grow in native forests. It is very difficult to produce dryads in order to live on land that has been greatly modified, especially with this size, it is even more unlikely that dryads will grow honestly in the house.

Boom Boom

The giant dryad had apparently grown recently, and there was no sign of overgrowth when the guards were patrolling the building. Raging vines had now bound most of the building, and the idle branches whipped against the exterior walls, each swing making the building tremble.

"Don't attack. Mechanics are of little use against this kind of guy!" Curt turned his head, and the guards were still trying to attack the manic tree, and he immediately shouted "Grostide, get your men out of this room......!"

That's when it happened. A vine with the thick mouth of a bowl rolled towards him. It was clearly the vine that crushed the monster before, and there were still extremely adhesive stains left on it. If he was caught in it, he would undoubtedly be crushed, and Curt hurriedly dodged the attack without even having time to finish his sentence.

The swept vines slammed into the remaining wooden structure, and the decaying wood could not withstand the full force of the alienated vines, and in the blink of an eye, it shattered into several pieces. The unsupportable ceiling was completely torn open, and debris crawling with cobwebs spilled down.

"Hurry up!"

Dodge a piece of wood that fell from the attic. Grostide urged his men to do their best. It was unwise to be in a crumbling house with a dryad that was almost the size of a house, and it didn't need to attack with all its might, just tear the building down. It's already won.

The best way to fight the Dryad is to distance yourself and attack with a weapon that ignites it. Immobile plants have difficulty attacking enemies out of reach, especially the dryad that appears abruptly in large cities, making it a large target without jungle protection.

The officers did not dare to slack off and immediately took action. In the previous battle, many people had been slightly injured, and the rotten staircase became the biggest obstacle. For those who have injured their legs, the security officers who can still move normally do their best to help their colleagues. Slowly and orderly exit the corridor on the second floor of the building.

The follow-up troops who had rushed to support had arrived not long ago, and they saw the huge dryad that had inexplicably appeared in the city. They were also stunned for a while. That said, they didn't hesitate. Trained combatants pinned down the raging plants in the distance, while the rest rushed into the building to help Grostide and the others who were still trapped inside.

While the art maniac on the second floor is crazy, so is the one on the first floor. The scenes in those paintings come to life, and the crowds and monsters wreak havoc in the house. It's a pity that although these monsters look quite powerful, they don't actually have any combat power, and can only use sneak attacks as a method of fighting.

There are very few paintings on the first floor that depict monsters, and the combat power is naturally even more vulnerable. In the face of these false enemies, the neatly advancing guards easily broke through the fragile defenses of the monsters. After a few flashes of fire, the fragments of the monster and the painting were reduced to ashes.

Time was running out, and the house had now been demolished by more than half of the Dryads, and it didn't seem to be long before it destroyed the rest of the house under its stormy onslaught. At that time, the people who remained in the house were probably buried in the ground by this pile of building materials.

With the help of the support forces, the evacuation of the wounded was much easier, and Curt, who was at the back of the line, managed to break through the door of the building before the dryads could completely dismantle the house. Behind him, the house that was once filled with works of art is now nothing more than a frame.

It was only then that Curt had a chance to catch a glimpse of the dryad that had rushed out of nowhere, a creeping plant that had wrapped around the building. The dark green vines had already crawled all over the remaining body of the building, and now the pressure was increasing step by step, and it was not long before they could crush it to pieces.

The plant resembles a vine that grows in the Dark Big 6 swamps, but is as large as a tree. The soft rattan writhed like a snake, trying to entangle the guards who were not far away with the mechanic's gun to sustain the suppressive shooting, but the distance was too far for his rattan to work.

Grostide's decision to have the security officers chase away the crowd of onlookers before entering the house proved to be prescient. In order to ensure that nearby residents are not implicated, the security officers also go door-to-door to visit nearby homes and ask them to take temporary shelter in a safe place far away.

Now the garden of the small building has been reduced to rubble, and the vines have rolled up a qiē building material to throw at the team of security officers gathered in the distance. The room that used to be the dining room was the center of the dryad's sprang up, but now it has been destroyed to the point of mutilated garbage.

This is an enemy that cannot be dealt with by individual ability, and even if there are dozens of garrisons gathered around now, it is difficult for them to deal effective damage to the dryads whose main body is plants, and they are only armed with light weapons. As for throwing incendiary weapons, you know, this is an urban area......

The unfolding of events becomes tricky to look at, as if you wanted to clear the area of the dryads without destroying a dense forest, and the nearby buildings were its hostages. If you want to burn it clean with a fire, you have to think about whether it will affect the surrounding buildings.

If a team of Wizards comes to the rescue, things get a little better. In addition to fire, they also have a number of spells that can be used against plants - either Frozen or Toxin are good choices.

The problem was that if the Guards' usual coordinated delivery process was followed, there was a good chance that the Wizard's support wouldn't be able to arrive tomorrow. Instead of pinning your hopes on them, it is better to hope that the security officers present will come up with a reliable way to eradicate this pile of weeds.

However, looking at the tangled expressions on the faces of the guards now, the situation had become a quagmire, and their attacks could only barely suppress the moving vines. The ammunition fired is meaningless to the large dryad, which may not even feel pain, and will only retreat slightly due to the force of the impact.

At this moment, Grostide felt a faint fragrance in the air

The wings of his nose wrinkled, and his instinct told him that the smell was wafting from the plant, and as soon as he inhaled it, he felt a wave of vertigo in his brain. The field of vision suddenly swirled, and in the blurred vision, white flowers could be seen blooming at the roots of the plant.

"Hey, Grostide, what's wrong with you?"

Curt, who stood beside him, lifted the dizzy Grostide by his feet, the stout officer of the security guard trembling as if he were in the snow. He had noticed clusters of flowers beginning to appear at the roots of the dryad, but he wasn't as sensitive to the toxin as Grostide. Now that he saw Grosted's strange symptoms, he realized that there was a poison in the scent of flowers.

Leaning on Curt, Grostide pulled himself together and said to his colleagues around him, "Don't go near the house, that thing is poisonous!"

Taking a deep breath, he shouted again with the strength he had left, "Clear all the people in the surrounding area!"

It's a pity that Grostide is still a little slow, and many of the surrounding security officers are also experiencing dizziness like him. Exhausted, they lost the ability to continue moving, and fell down one after another, and some of them even foamed at the mouth.

The toxin-spreading dryads didn't care about the well-being of these people, and the white flowers began to bloom at the roots and eventually spread to the vines.

Beautiful flowers have thorns, and the scent of the striking flowers is poisonous. (To be continued).

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