The City of the Moon, the capital of the St. Hoen Empire, and the birthplace of the Elf Queen Efina I.
Chosen by the elves as a place of hope for rejuvenation, this place naturally has its unique natural advantages. It is located in the core area of the Magic Forest and Falling Star Forest. With years of operation, it has built a large number of magic pools and magic traps.
As a child of nature, the forest has a very special meaning to the elves.
The dense forest has always been the most solid ally of the elves. The centaurs, forest dwarves and natural creatures that are vassals of the elves all live in it. In the Forest of Falling Stars, there is also the extremely rare Moon Spirit tribe in this world.
They are elves, but they are not elves. Only the strongest warriors and mages of the elves can leave their souls in this forest when their life span is about to end. This forest itself is a special realm, a pure soul.
Here you will be wrapped in starlight and eventually transform into an undead warrior shining with starlight.
Well, according to the necromancers, this is a kind of undead creature, but the elves think that it is another form of existence of the ancestors' heroic spirits. Let me tell you... aren't the heroic spirits still undead creatures?
They often appear suddenly in the night, patrol the borders of the forest, punish poachers and intruders, turn into starlight again in the moonlight, and are astonishingly powerful in the forest.
But this is just the regular defensive force of Falling Star Spirit...
In the past, the security of Moon Wheel City was carried out quietly in the silent forest. Now, the tranquility here has long been broken, and there are busy scenes everywhere.
In the past, the forest, which could only taste the moonlight and the chirping of insects in the dark night, has awakened. There are white-robed priests and druids escorted by guards everywhere. Amidst the hostility of the moon spirit, they select ancient stones one by one.
of towering trees.
Ancient oaths and poems were repeated. In the strange white light and the shaking of the earth, countless mud and gravel turned into dust. The tree man stood up, his roots turned into giant feet, and the tree crown turned into the top of his head.
, throughout the forest, there are ancient war trees that can be moved and fought everywhere.
The whole forest came alive, and the towering tree people stood up one by one. They did not need anyone to direct them, and they moved forward slowly with heavy steps. However, the steps were heavy and vicissitudes of life, and their sighs were full of sadness.
"... Even if we can survive the catastrophe, Falling Star Forest is over."
The young white-robed Druizar looked at the powerful "giants". Their footsteps were enough to cause earthquakes, but he himself shed tears.
A treant who can transform into an ancient tree of war is equivalent to completing the evolution of an intelligent creature from a plant. Even with the enlightenment of a druid, it is still an old tree that has carried thousands of years.
Even if the Forest of Fallen Stars can be traced back to the era of the Elf Empire, considering the losses in the war, the number of such old trees is limited. Now the druid, summoned by the natural sacrifice, is an army of nearly ten thousand tree people, so
, let alone century-old trees. Even trees that are decades old are being used.
The tree people summoned in this way not only have low intelligence, but also cannot become a complete tree person. Without the supply of the earth, their lifespan will soon come to an end early, and such losses will never be made up for.
Large tracts of forest are withering and dying. The act of squeezing the power of nature and forcibly cultivating war tree men obviously violates all natural teachings and forces this ancient forest to enter its doom early. Many druids and natural sacrifices have shed their blood.
I shed tears. I am afraid that even if they survive the catastrophe, they will always be uneasy in the next life. A regression in strength is inevitable, and large-scale suicides due to guilt are foreseeable.
Fortunately, this is the forest of the moon elves. If the wood elves were symbiotic with the forest, I am afraid they would rather die as a whole than force the forest to die... But looking at it from another perspective, if it were really the forest of the wood elves, then the ancient
There are also many trees and natural creatures. The fear of their lives being threatened will make the forest actively fight for them. There is no need to forcefully cultivate tree people like this.
In the large-scale battle sequences of the elves, Treants and ancient war trees are extremely important. The elves are rich in spellcasters and shooters, but even the famous Silver Moon Ranger among the elves is more good at relying on agility.
With the main fighting method, it is very difficult to stop the enemy's powerful troops head-on.
The lack of human shields... or powerful cannon fodder has been an obvious flaw of the elves since ancient times. This flaw is not obvious in small-scale battles, but on the battlefield, it is exposed time and time again, regardless of the impact of human beings.
The extremely powerful cavalry charges, or the bloody melees of the orc berserkers, all caused the elves to be inexplicably penetrated the battle formation countless times. In the end, they lost the war and could only feel sad.
All the warriors in the front row fell, and no matter how powerful the shooters and mages in the back row were, they were just waiting to be harvested.
The elves' customary response method is to use summoned creatures, vassal races, and trees to act as human shields. However, the combat effectiveness and fighting will of these cannon fodder are really worrying. The only reliable trees, ancient war trees, require a lot of resources and time.
If cultivated, not only one of them will die, but the other will die, and it also has the fatal flaw of extremely slow movement speed.
In the past wars, many elven enemies either moved the battlefield or bypassed the defense line of the tree people, easily ignoring the powerful defensive capabilities of the ancient tree of war, but this time there must be defensive warfare and positional warfare, the ancient tree of war
Maybe it can have a big effect.
But if the Moon Elves forcefully catalyze the ancient tree of war, it is equivalent to cutting off the potential for war for hundreds of years in the future. Of course, if they don't risk it, they may have no future.
It is worth mentioning that due to the Moon Elves' consistent policy of life, foreign races are not taken seriously in their territory. Even if they are traditional vassal races, there are not many forest dwarf tribes in the forest. Centaurs who can fight at close range and at long range are more important.
It's so pitiful that in the end, the only one they can rely on is themselves.
If they had not reached a desperate situation, they would not have committed this "crime" that was destined to offend all druids and wood elves.
Suddenly, a mountain wall trembled, and gray soil fell like raindrops. The next moment, the pitch-black mountain wall turned into a black tree man covered in soil.
This tree man was hundreds of meters tall. As soon as he was born and spread out, the entire sky was covered with dark clouds and a storm started.
Countless raindrops moistened his dry tree trunk, and the mud all over his body was washed away. The dark green sprouts grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The closed pupils opened, but they were full of sad silver light.
"...'Fortress of Hope'? Wasn't he fatally injured in the Evernight War more than a hundred years ago? 'Dragon Iron Guardian', Ain's Anchor", why do they all wake up? They don't intend to live
Is it done?"
With the mournful cry of the elder tree man, the legendary tree men woke up from their long sleep to meet their fate and end.
Druizar looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. These were not the forcibly catalyzed tree people, but the elders who had been severely injured in the past war. No matter how outstanding the natural sacrifice was, they could not heal their pain.
They can only extend their lives by sleeping forever, waiting for the day when a miracle will come, but now they are all awakened one by one, probably realizing that the miracle did not come in the end, but the last moment arrived first.
"The Forest of Fallen Stars is completely over..."
Hundreds of druids and priests gathered around. The green light and white light that symbolized healing kept flickering on the elder tree man, but I'm afraid it could only help him temporarily prolong his dying life.
"No! The elders won't be active for long. If they are awakened at this time, is the demonic wave coming soon?"
Druizar looked at the sky in disbelief. The darkness of midnight above his head had been broken. The moonlight guiding the moon elves was blocked by dark clouds. Countless cracks appeared in the space, and those cracks were spreading.
But the breath of chaos that brings destruction has already flowed out of it.
A wild wolf touched those auras, and transformed into a purgatory wolf covered in filth and tumors in the twist, and pounced directly on its kin. More chaotic auras fell, and large swaths of beasts transformed into dangerous infernal monsters.
"The information is true, the holy war has begun..." (~^~)
