Obviously, the move just now succeeded in making the slightly wise alpha wolf immediately see his future, so even if the nominal master, the forest elf, gave an order, they left without hesitation.
Woody did not take it lightly because he had the power to kill giant wolves instantly, nor was he complacent because of their head-hugging rats. After seeing them hiding in the gray mist, he knew that even if they were driven by forest spirits behind them, it would probably be difficult for him to do so for a while.
Calm these frightened wolves.
His face naturally showed a solemn look, because if nothing unexpected happened, he would soon be able to see the owner of this fog.
The flame of the blade in his hand has not yet extinguished. Judging from the brightness, it should have only passed less than half of its duration. However, this is normal. After all, it was Cecil who released it. Her 15 professional level mage is casting a ring.
When casting a spell, it can be delayed by at least 1 minute per level. If you have metamagic expertise, it can easily last for an hour.
Woody did not run around randomly in the gray fog, because he knew that this would only give more opportunities to the secret observers, so immediately after killing the giant wolf, Woody seemed to occupy the battlefield leisurely and contentedly.
The piece of land beneath his feet seemed to have taken root, not moving at all.
Although he did not do anything reckless like grilling meat on the spot, Woody was already sitting cross-legged, holding his breath and concentrating. Based on the meditation techniques he learned slightly in his previous life, Woody could slightly expand his mental perception and close his five senses.
Finally, feel the situation in the fog with your heart to alert your surroundings.
When Woody did this, the forest elf in the dark naturally couldn't sit still. It felt that there was strong external pressure and was trying to break through the magic circle that was integrated with the forest. According to its underlying logic, it was naturally to kill before breaking through.
The weakest one among the group of outsiders in front of me is more in line with common sense, but his nature loves to use illusions and wheel battles to weaken the enemy's morale, and it really wants to finish it off in the end. It has never encountered an opponent like Woody.
While everyone else was running for their lives due to the hallucinations in the fog and the endless pursuit of soldiers, it was better for him to just stay where he was. Some of the hallucinations that lured him to other places were of no use at all. As for the pursuers...
The forest elf glanced at the trembling giant wolf surrounding his body. Although he was not too smart, the deer's head had turned into white bones, and he couldn't help but tilt his head.
Finally, it had been observing the situation, and its body made a crisp sound like rusty parts. The fog around it rolled in the air like ocean waves, until it disappeared here, and then gradually returned to calm.
…
Well?
Woody's senses were trembling, something was approaching.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the place wrapped in endless mist. He only heard the rustling sound beginning to come from the originally quiet valley. Different from the previous running of the wolves, this time the rustling sound was like a wave of waves rushing towards him.
The tide on the coastal rocks quickly spread to all sides, and the mist suspended steadily in the air began to flow at some point, just like the sea of clouds from a high altitude at night, cold and dark.
Soon, the silhouette emerged through the clouds and mist. Soon, it could be judged that it was a huge figure about four meters tall. The antlers on the top of its head were terrifying, and the thin figure underneath seemed to be a hollowed-out heart.
A dead tree, narrow in the middle and wide at the bottom.
As it gradually approached, the mist automatically parted, and what appeared in front of Woody was the full view of the forest elf. Its four-meter-high torso was covered with green moss and colorful mushrooms, and there was an imaginary heart on its head.
But it was still astonishing to see the giant bone-white stag head, and the rhizomes that looked like limbs, but were actually extending outwards. They were pale and dry, like dehydrated rotten wood, and the smell it exuded was like
The resentment from the dead monsters deep in the jungle is like a flower that seems to be full of life for a while, but underneath the roots are all flesh and bones.
After Woody finished his observation, the rhizomes extended by the forest elf's hands were already coming towards him. Whether it was a three-meter-thick tree or a half-meter-high weed on the path of the rhizome, the forest elf's
The moment he took action, a group of hungry piranhas that smelled of blood merged into the roots one after another. In the blink of an eye, the originally pale and dry roots became fuller, and the twisted and bumpy tree tumors were like mushrooms springing up after a spring rain.
It usually grows on the surface of wood, and breaks open under certain limits, pulling out new buds, which grow again, and then the two buds turn into four. Soon, the two rhizomes are as thick as the mouth of a bowl and are like proliferating spores.
It became overwhelming, flying all over the sky, and was hard to count.
Woody held the curved sword tightly in his hand, his eyes relieved.
The forest spirit in front of him started the fight without saying a word, which actually meant that it did not want to communicate with him. As a natural creature with an intelligence of 10, it did not lack language ability.
But this is good, as it saves the boring talk. After all, even if it opens its mouth and begs him to sacrifice his life, he can't just obediently kill it. To deal with this kind of monster, the only way to see the truth is to fight.
This forest elf, or deer-headed monster, was born from the resentment of dead creatures in the forest. The corners of his white-bone mouth are filled with mist. The white fangs at the corners of his mouth are like some kind of predatory creature. The deformed skull makes it appear...
It was even more eerie and strange, but these actions did not affect Woody's plan at all. He was now running hard, running in the opposite direction.
Seeing Woody avoid the rain of roots, the forest elf's green eyes flashed with a hint of contempt.
Stupid human being, he has no idea that no matter how he evades, he can't escape from this forest.
And he didn’t know that he was not against him at all, but against the forest!
This...is the will of nature!
However, if the forest elf saw Woody's brows unfurling and a smile on his lips, he would have guessed how wrong his idea was.
As a monster killer, Woody has naturally had experience fighting forest spirits, and as a qualified player who has checked the strategy, he certainly knows that with this kind of monster that can assimilate all plant methods, escaping will only make its strength and attack range worse.
If it is powerful, only by focusing the battle on its hinterland can we win.
But this also requires prerequisites. If you enter the hinterland directly, you will be attacked by the forest elf no less than in the outer circle. Therefore, before entering, Woody has to do one more important thing, which is to let this forest elf attack.
The best solution is to ruthlessly plunder the surrounding trees and feed them before fighting again.
Although there are some dangers while running, the early danger is to prepare for the later battle. As long as the rhizomes are too bloated and the attack range is expanded, it means that when Woody gets closer to the hinterland, the attack speed of this forest elf's rhizomes will be
Therefore, it becomes very slow and no longer as flexible as it was at the beginning. The countermeasures are at most some spell-like abilities, plus the few beasts that obey it, and the roots that have just been born and do not have much power yet.
Which of the two methods is better? Woody had already calculated in his mind before the battle. Therefore, he silently counted the hundredth number in his mind and heard the loud sound in his ears.
With a nimble posture, he rolled to avoid another blow from the brown rhizome. The buckler turned into belief in his left hand bounced away a red rhizome thrust from far away. At the same time, he swung the knife with his right hand and cut off two branches heading towards his waist.
Comes from strong black rhizomes.
Most of the attacks of the forest elf come from various assimilated roots, but different colors. The red ones are thorny roots with a bleeding effect, while the black ones are soft and strong.
Woody was extremely careful when dealing with rhizomes of this color. Each of these rhizomes was equivalent to the entanglement spell released by the druid. If it was entangled, it would not only be subject to various negative spells, but also might be taken advantage of by this forest spirit.
Take this opportunity to plant spores on him. At that time, he seems to have no other choice but to make flower fertilizer.
Woody is now like dancing on a tightrope. If he is not careful, he will fall into the abyss. Of course, his mood at this time is calmer than imagined, even a little hot. The exciting feeling is the greatest risk.
There is no motivation to squat in one place every day to clean up goblins and kobolds. It is nothing more than changing the place of work in the city to the outdoors.
He licked his lips that were slightly dry in the mist, and continued to stare at the next movement of the forest spirit in front of him, trying to dodge this overwhelming attack. Countless ancestors used the reincarnation of the Styx to tell everyone the price of practicing a new account.
, the best way is to first observe the prepared posture of the forest spirit's roots, so as to effectively prevent the opponent's next attack.
When he saw this time, the limbs of the forest spirit's hands extending outward were shaking downwards, Woody's body had already started to move. According to the deduction of the shaking rhizomes and the upward lifting of the vine rhizomes, the next wave of attacks would be a full-scale attack.
Covered by huge fan-shaped pressure, Woody didn't have to get into danger just to take a few steps forward.
Sure enough, when he retreated a little further, the feedback from the roots of the forest spirit was already rushing in like the sea water. Woody's position just now was hundreds of meters from the center, and the land let out an unbearable wail, and gravel and water splashed at the same time.
Flying away and brought to dust, all that was left to Woody was the scene of thorns and withered things. The originally dense forest now turned into an open space as if it had been hit by a meteorite. Next to the shallow pits of renovated black soil, yellow
, black, red, purple... colorful vines are entangled and intertwined with each other.
Woody's expression remained unchanged, he seized the opportunity and rushed towards the hinterland of the forest spirit. The fruits of the prerequisites were ripe enough, now it was time to pick them.
But just as Woody passed through a piece of black land that had just been plowed, the originally messy and uneven ground suddenly raised a long high slope, and the vines hidden in it that had not been recovered suddenly broke out of the ground and headed directly towards Woody.
Come.
Between the lightning and flint, Woody caught the sight of one of the vines that was extraordinarily thick and deep, and the bulging roots looked like strong muscles on a biological object. So he no longer hesitated, and twisted the curved sword in his right hand fiercely as he twisted it sideways in the air.
It pierced the surface of the brown vine hard. Although it only made a shallow hole, it was enough for Woody to avoid the other two vines of various colors coming towards him, and at the same time wave towards him.
The vines that came came and went.
Woody's body is now like a badminton ball that can freely decide its fate. The racket is getting closer and closer. He tries hard to adjust the direction and hunched his body to minimize the damage that follows.
Finally, just as Woody adjusted his posture, brown vines as thick as a bucket came whistling with a strong wind, and immediately expanded rapidly in Woody's pupils.
Bump! Click!
In addition to the impact, Woody also heard the sound of bones breaking. It was as if he had been hit by a several-ton wild boar king. His whole body flew out uncontrollably, with only two sides.
The scenery was moving backwards rapidly. The only good thing was that the curved sword he had inserted into the root just now was also pulled out.
After landing, the thick ground gave Woody a second impact. He immediately wiped the corners of his mouth and couldn't suppress the blood he coughed out. Then he climbed up with difficulty with his curved sword and leaned against the raised tree stump.
There is no pain at all. Fortunately, the physique of demon hunters has always been stable. Unlike assassins or mages with fragile bodies, their frankness can sometimes even catch up with paladins. However, as long as they move a little, they can still feel a heart-wrenching feeling.
It hurt, but looking at the surrounding environment, he couldn't help but smile.
Because his posture adjustment was really effective, he now directly crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and arrived at the core hinterland of the forest elf, where thick roots of vines grew wantonly around, like a cage made of trees.
I drank a sip of special holy water for myself, and my heavy breathing gradually subsided, and the pain in my chest gradually subsided.
In the dark and foggy environment, the blazing firelight once again appeared on this alien weapon exuding mithril luster. His golden pupils also reflected the firelight in his hand, matching the sky behind him that was constantly rushing towards the core hinterland.
The thick rhizome and the orange-red light blooming on the flowing blade at this moment made Woody's originally soft eyebrows look particularly firm.
There was not much time left for him. Woody stood up with his sword on the ground that was already covered by heavy roots. The paleness on his face caused by the injury was quickly replaced by the recovery power brought by the holy water and 20 points of extraordinary physique.
Covering it up, he looked at the obvious white-bone stag head of the forest elf that was firmly rooted and stationed here about ten meters above his head.
It also saw this human being who was trying so hard to get close to it, its eyes filled with anger.
Woody's eyes were cold, it was time for him to understand after such a long time.
Woody raised the curved sword in his hand high, and then swung it down heavily. The whistle of the sword in the air was clear and loud, and the man holding the sword had already stepped forward and headed towards the white skull overlooking him.
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This time, the lament of the forest.
Already diffused in the shallow mist.
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