Woody could hear the sound of roots breaking through the air with such force even from far away. It was like a waterfall falling out of the air, or like the hazy world waking up and sweeping in with an angry storm.
But he still resolutely headed towards the forest spirit that had taken root on a high platform dozens of meters away. After devouring thousands of square meters of trees, the monster born from the resentment of the forest grew larger and larger, as if it was standing out of thin air in the valley.
of hills.
The mountain in the valley is nothing more than this.
When you step on the soft yet slightly tough rhizome surface, it is covered with a thick layer of green moss, but it is not as slippery as expected. Instead, the mountain boots are extremely firm when you step on it, as if they are adsorbed on it by themselves.
"Do you even want to devour me?"
Woody knew that this was not because the forest spirit took care of him and allowed him to easily climb to a high platform of tens of meters, but that its anger had been transmitted to any part of its body, so no matter it was any plant parasitic on its body,
They will all want to attack it from the bottom of their hearts, which is why Cecil saw the entire valley filled with hostility towards them before. In essence, the forest elves have natural resentment towards these outsiders, and this time, its resentment
It was so heavy that even the moss attached to it wanted to tie up the enemy in front of him and swallow a piece of flesh from his feet. However, their only function could only be to allow Woody to control his body.
Balance, so as to get closer to the forest elf that is firmly bound in place by the bloated roots.
Feeling the undisguised malice coming from the overlook, Woody didn't react at all. He just kept his head down and ran quickly on the roots with his curved sword. With the help of "moss", he could fly over the walls and fly over the walls without any scruples.
, quickly flew away like an ape, only the tip of the sword left a scratch with flowing sap on the thick bottom rhizome. When he was about to enter the attack range, a sound of breaking through the air behind him passed through his perception, and his instinct
He turned around and raised his shield to block it, and found that what was being attacked was a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth and fangs, and the gray mane was even a little elegant in the light mist.
——"Giant Wolf."
Here they come!
With 20 points of extraordinary strength, Woody blocked the attack of the giant wolf with all his strength. While pushing back the shield, his left leg followed the inertia and kicked violently towards the abdomen of the giant wolf, accompanied by the soft and hard shattering.
Feeling this, the giant wolf immediately let go of its big mouth on the shield, and fell into the sky seven or eight meters high with a howl.
But not before Woody could take his breath.
Above the sky, there is a black shadow as big as a buffalo, running along the roots. It is the giant wolf that was afraid and afraid to retreat. At this time, their faces have not faded at all, they are all as ferocious and ferocious as before.
, but one of the giant wolves had blood in its eyes, and strange rhizomes sprouted out of its eye sockets. There were a few small white flowers growing at the end of the rhizomes. Faint vines could also be seen in the eye sockets of the other two giant wolves.
Peek out the thorny end.
Obviously, the forest spirit used another method to force the beasts that were originally enslaved by it to return to the battlefield that belonged to them.
Woody took a deep breath and knew that before he wanted to deal with the forest spirit, these giant wolves must be completely eliminated. Otherwise, they would be more difficult to deal with after entering its attack range. Therefore, he faced the giant wolves descending from the roots.
Wolf, Woody rushed forward quickly, his feet on the rugged roots as if they were on the ground. He had already thought about the path forward before taking action. Those giant wolves did not seem to have thought that Woody rushed over directly.
But the burning sensation in their eye sockets reminded them that they had to kill the intruder in front of them to relieve it, and they also pounced on him, looking as if they were bound to tear Woody into pieces.
With the blessing of Shadow Hand and 21 points of agility, Woody is even more comfortable when rushing towards the giant wolf. Don't forget that although his size is not as good as the gray wolf the size of a buffalo, his small size is more advantageous in narrow terrain.
In order to stand out, he only needs to slightly lower his center of gravity to avoid many attacks sweeping towards him. Therefore, when he has a particularly sharp weapon, as long as he can predict the opponent's attack, the large creature is nothing more than
A large target like a scarecrow.
The pain of parasitism in their eye sockets, coupled with the rebuke from the forest spirits in their minds, tortured the giant wolves to the point of going crazy. They couldn't help but roar, and the sound caused by the roar even dispersed the surrounding fog.
But it still doesn't affect Woody's observation of his opponent's behavior when charging.
The front paws are raised, and the muscles of the hind legs are bulging. This is to pounce. This memory of anticipating the attack has already created inertia in Woody's mind. It is even like those players who have turned on the assist device and can see it on the ground.
There was a red circle at the landing point, so he subconsciously held the shield in his left hand on the ground. He made an emergency stop, then put the shield on the back of his hand, leaving his left hand free to hold the curved sword with both hands and swept it back. He raised it over the back of his head and looked at the giant wolf.
When it roared and pounced, it found that the enemy did not follow the expected attack posture, before its front paws grazed, and it slashed forward fiercely.
——"Swordsmanship·Heavy Slashing."
The light refracted by the blade expanded further in the savage beast's eyes, until there was a final violent collision, and the battle between skull and metal came to an end with a click.
Blood splattered, and the giant wolf that had been arrogant just now fell softly. The crazy beast eyes gradually dimmed. Even though the sharp front claws left three half-foot-deep scratches on the roots, and sawdust flew, but
But he failed to leave even a single memorable scar on the hateful human being in front of him.
It was naturally unwilling to give up, but Woody sheathed the knife so incredibly quickly that he didn't even see the tragic situation of the giant wolf in front of him. The moment it lay down, Woody stepped on the giant wolf with his warm feet.
On the hot body, he rushed forward blankly, passing by two wolf shadows at the same time.
But he did not take advantage of this gap to head towards the source of the root, which was staring at him angrily. Instead, he immediately turned back, and before the giant wolf had time to turn around, he held the curved sword in both hands and headed towards the strong hind legs.
With one slash, the giant wolf immediately let out an extremely shrill howl, but at this time, Woody had already picked up the momentum of his sprint and flashed behind the other giant wolf in an instant.
——"Hunting Pace."
Faced with Woody's sudden attack, the giant wolf subconsciously raised its front paws, trying to sweep past him. However, along with the stinging pain, its attack failed to work. Instead, a flash of fire flashed by, and the severe pain was felt.
It struck without warning, and when it saw the bloody severed claws on the ground, its pupils shrank suddenly, and the severe pain in its eye sockets couldn't stop it from whimpering.
…
The curved sword cut through the thin white mist with hot fire, igniting the hair on the joint claws of the giant wolf's forelimbs. It also made the severed claws of flesh and blood and bones as big as the mouth of a cylinder exposed in front of the eyes even more terrifying. It happened to hit the most vulnerable forelimb.
At the joints, Woody felt more and more that he had good timing at catching weak spots.
Seeing the giant wolf in front of him rolling and crawling backwards, even losing its grip on the roots, Woody was not in the mood to catch up with him. The wolf with disabled front paws could not catch up with his speed. He
What needs to be done now is to deal with the forest spirits that have become unable to move under his design.
Of course, the opponent will not stay where he is and wait for death. After Woody got rid of the threat of the giant wolf, there were already new roots heading in Woody's direction. However, due to the deliberate guidance of Woody nearby,
, the original trees have long been devoured, and it is more difficult than ever to quickly gather the power to regenerate new branches, and it is impossible to be as dense as dandelions blown by the wind at the beginning.
He cut off the roots protruding from the ground with one knife, and then rolled forward to avoid the vines falling from the sky. At this time, Woody was less than ten steps away from the location of the forest spirit. The white bones turned into a deer head, and under the empty eye sockets, green
In the dim light, the thin white blood streaks faintly exposed at the edges are clearly visible.
Hatred, anger, disgust, killing...all kinds of emotions can be extracted from the eyes of the forest elf, but they did not stop Woody from moving forward. He just carried the curved sword step by step and walked to the stag head.
Beneath the body, which is more than four meters high, is a base made of roots dozens of meters high, while above the head is a dense sea net made of roots. The branches are constantly making twitching sounds. It is
No matter what, I never expected that the rhizome that could grow to cover the sky and the sun gave it the ability to attack in all directions, but it was powerless against the bugs inside its body, or it could be said to respond extremely slowly.
Even though it had beasts to protect it, they didn't even stop it for a minute, killing two of them and injuring two in one encounter. Now the weak ones' cries and sobs are still echoing in this sea of trees.
Without saying a word, Woody held the curved sword with the flaming luster attached to the demonized weapon and stabbed it three inches below the forest elf's head. As expected, there was a heart of a tree there, which would be very good.
The core material of rare objects is also the best choice for Druid staff raw materials.
Woody understands the weakness of the elf, and this is its key point.
All it takes is to pierce the hard outer layer and destroy the tender fibrous tissue that wraps the heart of the tree inside, and this arrogant behemoth will collapse in an instant.
But what he didn't expect was that there was a roar like a boulder falling to the ground behind him, and at the same time, the sound of an overwhelming number of branches breaking could be heard endlessly.
Suddenly, a cold air rising from the tail spine enveloped Woody's whole body, because the movement just now undoubtedly represented the disintegration of the tree spirit in front of him, but his sword had not yet penetrated the film-like layer of the tree spirit, but it was extremely tough.
protective layer.
Oops!
Before Woody could draw the knife and retreat, a thick and powerful wooden hand stretched out from his chest, resembling a human palm, and grasped the curved sword blade that Woody wanted to pull out.
The power transmitted through the blade was far beyond his strength!
Woody looked up and found that the forest spirit in front of him had arrogance and disdain in his eyes.
Woody decisively gave up the curved sword and retreated. Of course, he did not forget to change his hands and feet. He kicked the handle of the knife sharply, causing the tip of the blade to penetrate diagonally into the forest elf's left arm. The painful howl did not faze Woody.
Woody was satisfied. After he finished doing this, he immediately ran away. It was this decisive judgment that allowed him to avoid another big hand that rushed down. With a strong wind, Woody was instantly in the same position.
Sawdust flew from the ground, and when he raised his hand, a man-sized handprint suddenly appeared on the tough root ground.
The power of one blow is so terrifying.
Definitely more than 25 points of power!
This is not something ordinary forest spirits can do.
Woody smiled bitterly. It turns out that this forest elf has mastered the metamagic specialty "Shape Transformation" that is difficult for druids to master. This is troublesome. As long as it is on this land now, it means that it can
Use wooden structures to increase or reduce its size at will. Just like just now, this forest elf deliberately increased its size to gain its natural strength advantage.
Damn it, how did you master this?
Isn't changing one's body a specialty that only druids can obtain through advanced "shapeshifters"? How could a forest elf possess it? Could it be that the forest elf in front of me was transformed by a druid? Don't be kidding, I want to analyze the forest.
The transformation of an elf is no more complicated than mastering the transformation of a giant dragon. What's more, creatures like forest elf have a certain degree of weakness that almost prevents them from leaving the forest. Normal druids will not do these thankless actions, and
Generally speaking, it takes more than five times as long as ordinary creatures to master this kind of transformation, and druids also have a life limit. Except for elves, few people spend this time busy mastering complex transformation postures.
What's more, if it is a druid, why doesn't it even have any communication, and instead looks like an animal dominated by desire instinct?
Before Woody's conjecture could spread, the forest elf who had escaped from the cage was attacking one after another. With a body of more than four meters tall and bloated arms, it looked like a gorilla made of wood at this moment.
He rushed toward him with both hands on the ground, roaring with great anger. The exposed blade of the curved sword inserted in his left arm emitted a hot red light, like a wooden thorn inserted into a nail. Apparently there was something there.
The injury caused the liberated forest elf unbearable pain, and the bone-white deer head became more and more ferocious.
After the almost crazy forest elf approached Woody, the attack posture he adopted was to hold his hands tightly again and again and carry out continuous downward attacks. This is the most effective attack method for this size. Not only can he change his moves midway, but also
It can also exert an earthquake effect on the surroundings. If the center of gravity is unbalanced, what will happen is the merciless hand of the forest spirit.
Woody gritted his teeth and knew that he might not be able to support Cecil to break through the barrier if this continued, so he found an opportunity, jumped directly, grabbed the hanging roots, and left the place like a swing.
Mountain in the valley.
But what he didn't expect was that the sound of breaking through the air behind him made him turn around. The huge bulging muscles in the forest elf's hands had been transferred to his legs in the blink of an eye.
, the muscles in its thighs were already stretched like a bow, and with an unpretentious crackling sound, the huge forest elf, like a frog, instantly bounced towards his position.
Woody could only capture an afterimage in the air. When Woody's mind came to his senses and wanted to let go of the vine that was sending him to the River Styx, the powerful arms of the forest elf and the flaming
The hand holding the hilt of the curved sword was in his golden pupils, which quickly enlarged.
It was like being tightly tied around the waist by a thick rope. There was no severe pain as expected, but Woody instantly felt that he was being grabbed by something. When he looked down, he found that he was surrounded by a thick and slender wooden hand.
And the owner of the wooden hand, the forest elf with a deer's head turned into white bones, has undisguised malice in the green soul fire burning in its white hollow eyes...
