A rough man wearing a beak mask laughed loudly, took a big sip of wine, and roared loudly: "Cut off their heads! Crush their bones! Let these bastards be grateful for their death!"
"Praise the teacher, praise death"
Behind him, the black-clothed soldiers wearing the same beak masks praised their mentor loudly in unison and took a step forward.
Countless vines, dark green sharp leaves, high-heat beams and colorful powders all arrived in front of these crows at the same time.
But in front of them, silver-gray ripples like water waves unfolded quietly. These things were all intercepted without exception. Mercury-like flames emerged in the void, burning them quickly without allowing them to have any effect.
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The strong vines, the withered black roots and the bloodthirsty vines that were frantically attacking were useless even if they were blessed with resistance to high temperatures. Although the silver-white flames had deadly high temperatures, they were not affected by the high temperatures at all.
What's even more frightening is that not only were the vines burned out, but the silver-gray flames burned back all the way without any reason. The moment some unprepared druids were touched by the silver-gray flames, these
The flames suddenly became violent, and the temperature increased several times. Even the people around him were burned or spontaneously ignited. They were burned into gray embers in an extremely short and miserable wailing sound, without even the human form left.
Even if they cut off the vines and roots, the flames will still spread and burn on the surrounding trees and the ground, just like igniting the strong wine on the ground.
Silver-gray flames spread quietly on the ground, and each ancient tree was ignited. The silver-gray flames were like a huge mouth rising from the ground, swallowing up the ancient trees.
The magical thing is that these flames do no harm to any life without will. They lie quietly on the trees, almost solidifying. They dye the whole tree silver white to protect them from high temperature damage. They are far away.
It looks like a sculpture made of silver.
The silver-white flame advanced slowly, slowly but unstoppably.
Opposite them, the faces of the druids hidden in the forest suddenly became paler.
"No! I can't beat him!"
"My Gaia!"
Feeling the pressure brought by the gradually advancing Death Crows, feeling the increasingly scorching air, and looking at the Death Crow Legion twisting and deforming like demons in the steaming and twisted air, some druid finally collapsed.
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They cried and wailed, completely giving up resistance, kneeling on the ground and wailing.
In their lamentations, the morale of the surrounding druids quickly wavered.
"Shall we surrender? As long as we add"
A tear-stained and expectant girl had half her face suddenly eaten away by vines that shot up from the ground like a giant python. She lost her life without even feeling the pain. She fell weakly to the ground on her back. Only what was left was left.
Half of her brain and blood gushed out, and several vines swarmed up, tearing her body into pieces and devouring it.
"We have no way out." Sighing, an old voice sounded from behind the crowd.
Several old men with solemn faces came from behind. They were wearing the most solemn white robes with gold trim, holding golden sickles, and wearing golden rings with gems on their heads.
When seeing their costumes, some older druids covered their mouths with tears in their eyes.
It is the most solemn costume of the Archdruids. It is only worn during solemn ceremonies. It must be kept very carefully during normal times. Not to mention in wartime, it is not allowed to be worn casually even in ordinary ceremonies.
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When they put on such clothes at this time, the meaning behind them was extremely clear.
They can't choose life or death, but at least they can choose what they wear when they die in battle.
"Don't let them look down upon you!"
An elder held his own golden sickle and roared in an old voice that was so angry that it trembled: "You must die with dignity! Let future generations be amazed!"
"But will we still have descendants?"
Someone murmured almost desperately.
Suddenly, the surroundings fell into silence again.
"We... have one last solution."
An archdruid spoke softly in a hoarse voice, attracting the attention of everyone around him.
His ash-like eyes stood out in the dark forest.
He murmured and repeated: "Yes, the last solution... we have no choice."
"Ahahaha!"
Seeing that no new magic had been launched in the forest for a long time, the rough and arrogant man laughed and took another big sip of wine.
"Praise the mentor! They gave up resistance!"
He shouted, almost dancing: "Break their bones! Pick out their eyes! Cut their throats and tell me what you want to say to them!"
"Rest in peace! Rest in peace! Rest in peace!"
Behind him, everyone prayed loudly at the same time.
Under the influence of the baptismal chant, the silver crosses in their hands suddenly turned into simple silver-gray cross swords. Then silver-gray flames burned blazingly on them.
"In praise of death!"
The second time, the man roared. The roaring sound like a dragon shook the leaves, and the earth seemed to be shaking.
"In Praise of Death"
People followed his call and shouted louder and louder.
The man's name is Tradar. Before he was inspired by Bishop Kakarit, he was once a warlord whose hands were stained with the blood of countless people, and he was even a criminal who was imprisoned for committing a heinous crime of murder.
When he was inspired, he was moved by the pure death hidden behind the silver-white life, and cried bitterly and vowed to dedicate everything to his mentor.
As a result, he became a martyr who could burn his life in exchange for strength. As a person who didn't care about his own life or death at all, he exceeded his previous limit in just half a week and advanced to the Silver level with the martyr profession.
A person who has no meaning in life is terrible, but a person who believes in death, worships death, or even yearns for death from the bottom of his heart is even more terrible.
Just looking at his eyes is enough to scare even a timid person to the point of being unable to move.
At this time, Tradar smiled ferociously, and with a hoarse and blood-filled voice, he roared from the bottom of his heart: "Praise the mentor."
"Praise the mentor!!"
Under the shouts of the Overseer, the crows' minds almost went blank. They screamed and clenched their swords.
The buttons to maintain sanity and fanaticism, cowardice and rage were turned over by the Overseer, so intense that boiling blood was injected into their veins, and uncontrollable killing intent and fighting intent surged out.
"Drink ah ah ah ah ah"
He roared like a beast, gripped the bottle tightly, and charged forward with his sword brandished. Then the death crows charged towards the woods, crawling slowly on the ground.
Layers of halos exploded at the man's feet like lotus flowers.
The pale enthusiasm in his eyes burned fiercely with his own life.
However, at this moment, Tradar suddenly felt an inexplicable crisis.
Without warning, the woods in front of him suddenly exploded. A huge orange fireball fell from the sky and hit the hiding place of the group of druids. Large swaths of trees turned into ashes and fluttered in the wind.
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The violent shock wave threw Tradar away, and he stopped only after hitting a tree dyed silver-white by the holy fire.
He coughed twice, and felt a cloud of gold stars in front of his eyes. His left hand, which landed first, was bent unnaturally.
"My mentor...what happened?"
In Tradar's suddenly contracted pupils, a man with burning flames and dark red ashes floating around his body was slowly walking towards him.
The clothes on their bodies have not been completely burned out. The edges of some druid robes can be vaguely seen.
"ha……"
Facing the increasingly hot air, Tradar, who was numb from the impact and could not stand up, showed a mocking smile.
He only knows one thing.
No matter what these flaming monsters are, they are definitely not druids.
Today, at this moment, the end of the druid has arrived. (To be continued.)