The whole of Belmar was trembling at the moment.

Under the traction of the newborn tree of life, the direction of the dragon vein was changed in an instant. The change in direction of the Magic Ruiliu immediately reversed the major branches, which in turn caused the large and small demon veins in the entire territory of Belmar to change.

In some places, suddenly birds are singing and flowers are blooming.

In some places, it was suddenly freezing and snowy, and the wind was blowing.

In other places, the magic gushes out, and it has become a resort for leveling and cultivation. In some places, the magic power immediately dried up, and it became a forbidden area of magic that was difficult to use even skills.

Everything is because of the influence of the tree of life.

The capital city of Huttonmar, which was only a hundred kilometers away, bore the brunt, and the Native Tree of Life, which had guarded the country and this vast land for hundreds of years, began to tremble with rage, and then, entangled countless tendrils from the ground, and surrounded the newborn Tree of Life from all sides.

These two behemoths, which mortals can't reach and can only look up to, began to wrestle.

Their thousands of roots entangle with each other underground, attacking, devouring each other.

They use their incomparably powerful vitality to constantly pull the flow of dragon veins back and forth, competing for the magic power within the country.

The various magic circles on their bodies attacked each other, causing the entire canopy to be filled with purple-gold lightning like long snakes. The emerald green leaves were reduced to ashes in the lightning, then reborn again, and the cycle was endless.

After all, the tree of life is newborn, with an unstable foundation and a young age, and it is quickly crushed and can only be passively defended. And Huttonmar's Tree of Life began to chase and fight, apparently trying to take advantage of the victory and uproot it.

It's just that for Midi, such a battle situation is enough.

After all, the battle between the two trees of life is extremely long, even if it is only a seedling on his side, he can fight for at least a month or even half a year if he tries to support it. And now, all he needed was a chance, a chance to make the Nibelungen Dragon Sealing Array unable to function.

Now that the Tree of Life of Belmar is so focused on suppressing its own descendants, the Pretenders have no time to mobilize their strength, and the road to Huttonmar is open.

The only thing Midi has to do now is to find out who is behind it.

And then put an end to this civil war

Midi looked at each other with Fina and Alice, then nodded slightly.

"In the name of the head of the Hayabusa Regiment, I am here to announce the latest mission. The crisp and sassy voice of the red-haired girl rang out, "Liberate Hutton Marr"

In his past and present lives, Huttonmar was a peaceful and peaceful city in Midi's memory.

It's always crowded and lively. Hard-working students, noisy nobles, hurrying merchants, conscientious knights, and adventurers of all kinds will come and go in the streets. At 9 a.m., 12 p.m., 3 p.m. and 9 p.m., the majestic bell tower in the central square will ring melodious bells to remind people of the day's routine.

This is Huttonmare, a place where you feel safe and where you can easily feel at home.

Now, however, when the Nibelungen Dragon Sealing Array has shifted from defense to attack, and when the people who control the Tree of Life have changed from gardeners in the Garden of Dawn to those who pretend to be, it has changed beyond recognition.

Patches of damp and cold mist drifted through the city, as if Alice's fog demon had descended, not only blocking people's vision, but also the damp air flow blowing on people's skin, there was a feeling of corroding people.

The streets are deserted, and in this populous city, there is not a single pedestrian walking on the streets at the moment.

However, when the Falcon Regiment stepped into the city, it was clearly felt that there were countless pairs of hostile eyes peeking through the alleys, alleys, or windows of the buildings that had opened a gap.

The topography of many places has also changed.

The central fountain square has now collapsed and become a swamp. The green sewage churned in it, constantly bubbling with a fishy smell, and it was creepy and undaring to move forward.

Many of the streets and buildings have changed, as if they were no longer human dwellings, but rather like cold nests of monster races.

This is today's Huttonmar.

"The whole army is attacking, the goal, the Garden of Dawn. Looking at the tree of life towering into the clouds in the distant mist, Midi issued the order in his usual calm voice.

The adventurers of the Falcon Regiment immediately formed countless squads in tacit understanding, scattered from each other, and spread out to both sides with the center of Yu Dao as the core.

It's a new way to fight in the streets.

For the average army, even if it is a ten-man team, it is difficult to exert its power in a variety of different combat environments, after all, the biggest reliance of the traditional army is the number and cooperation. After being reduced to zero, it is difficult for low-ranking soldiers to gain any advantage in battle.

But the Falcon Regiment is different, these adventurers are already very familiar with team exploration, not only are they far higher in level than ordinary soldiers, but also have a natural intuition in terms of class matching and skill matching, and they can be said to be familiar with this city of death like a demon cave.

If there is one thing that is different, it is that at this moment, each team is not exploring alone, and while they are scattered like pearls, there is a large invisible net that connects all the adventurers and points to a single goal.

The Garden of Dawn, at the foot of the Tree of Life, the "Branch of Eugtrasil".

Sensing the pointing of the countless arrows of the Falcon Cluster, under the fog and shadows, countless creatures under the command of the Pretender finally took action.

A squad of adventurers rushes through the wide streets.

The level of this vanguard team is very high, and the leader of the former Iron Blood Mercenary Regiment, the level 40 Paladin Dixon.

This big man's bald head is very conspicuous, coupled with his naturally hideous appearance, which makes it easy for people who are not familiar with him to be afraid. And that heavy armor and a tower shield that is huge enough to cover the whole body will make all the enemies weigh whether they want to go head-to-head with him.

Behind him was a team of elite melee combat, mainly ghost swordsmen, supplemented by boxers and priests.

In short, it's a hard nut to crack. That's why Midi wedges it as a vanguard.

Soon, however, a group of tall shadows emerged from the fog and blocked the Dixon team from the front.

That's a bunch of werewolves.

The average height of this group of werewolves was more than two meters, and the werewolf at the head was even taller than the other companions. The hair on his body was as black as night, Bai Sensen's fangs were like a dagger, his muscles were full of strength, and his eyes were emitting a faint blue light.

"Kill" the werewolf let out a low growl.

The adventurers met them without fear, and the two sides immediately fought together.

The Falcon Regiment has sophisticated equipment and tacit cooperation, and the ten people are each standing in a position to cover each other, using defensive counterattack tactics, which are difficult to break.

Werewolves, on the other hand, have extraordinary strength and speed, and act like afterimages, wandering around the periphery, and from time to time they suddenly gather fire to attack one person, forming a regional advantage strike.

Both sides are melee and fight like lightning. It's only been a few breaths, and you've been attacking me for several rounds. And finally, when the werewolf leader at the head was cut off an arm by Dixon, the battle was finally suspended.

The werewolf leader didn't say a word, let alone get angry, but swept his tail and rolled up the broken arm, which was back on his shoulder, and then he sneered and led the team back without hesitation.

"Inexplicable" A ghost swordsman just opened his mouth and couldn't help complaining, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body

In the battle just now, although the werewolves were more damaged, the melee battle between them inevitably brought some wounds on both sides.

And now, a few small abrasions on the ghost swordsman's body suddenly flare-up.

Not only him, but the other adventurers who had shed blood also bent down one by one with a muffled grunt, and their faces were even more pale. Even Dixon, who has always been regarded as a tough guy among tough guys, has a bean-sized cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The paladin reluctantly performed a healing spell, but although the wound healed, the pain persisted and intensified.

Not a single person was killed, not even seriously wounded, and the enemy was repulsed.

However, such an elite team that has created great results since it came up can't take a step forward after this strange battle.

The same situation is happening everywhere in Huttonmar.

The troops, which have long-range firepower, encounter a large swarm of bats led by vampires. They shot countless people, but the corpses of these bats turned into a rain of blood and fell on their heads, and all the adventurers who were stained with the blood were also in terrible pain.

Others encountered hundreds of giant rats, others had to face mad wild dogs, and in some dark alleys and buildings, the original inhabitants had disappeared and were replaced by countless stinking zombies.

Without exception, all adventurers who were injured after engaging these strange enemies, or who were stained with enemy bodily fluids, were all in agony of not being able to fight.

"Foolish mortals dare to confront our elect, who are favored by the gods of destruction and chaos. In the towering tree pavilion, the black-robed old man quietly overlooked the city at his feet and the battlefield on the street, revealing a confident sneer, "Look, your carefully built troops, your trusted companions, and your caring companions will all become my slaves under the curse of blood and the plague of Kazan."

As the old man spoke, he laughed, his voice was as jagged as a tooth, unpleasant, but it resounded throughout the Tree Pavilion.