Blue sky, white clouds, gentle breeze, the atmosphere is just right.
In the kingdom of elves, it still looks peaceful and peaceful.
The tribesmen were doing their own things as usual, taking their time.
The occasionally seen wild druids are constantly taking off with the descendants of the sacred black crow. There are always two small unnatural protrusions under their claws.
The druids who had been wandering around also returned one by one, not knowing where they gathered.
The land fell into an eerie calm.
Until the day comes that is worthy of being recorded in history.
Elven Calendar Year 003, July 18, 7:30 in the morning, the weather is sunny.
Far away from the Crown of the Woodland, under an ancient tree belonging to the Crown of the Woodland, stood tall elves.
They all have slender ears and strong bodies. They all wear simple linen clothes and are covered with green grass, exuding a natural atmosphere.
These are clearly a group of formal druids who have elevated their nature to the extraordinary.
There are druids born from mushroom people, druids born from lizardmen, and druids born from goblins. Of course, the murloc druids cannot participate in the battle because of their home field.
From their shape and appearance, you can probably tell their original race. For example, the elves turned into mushroom druids always have the eye-catching mushroom-shaped backpack pendant on their backs.
For example, the elf transformed by a lizard-man druid is indispensable for its erect pupils.
The elf body evolved from the goblin druid does not have many obvious features and looks ordinary.
No matter what creature they transform into, most of their internal structures have changed. When changing forms, magic and mental power will be consumed, but maintaining the form does not consume magic power.
In front of these two rows of elves, God's Favorite Haoyue held antlers on his head and waved his hand, "Let's go!"
Hula la
One by one, the druid black crows soared into the sky, and together with the black crows standing on the top of the ancient branches in the forest, their masters and subordinates staggered and flew away into the distance with flapping wings.
In the forest, each and every figure is running vigorously in the forest. They are all the darlings of the forest.
Where the toes hit the ground, the wet soil turns to dry ground, and the slippery leaves become dry.
And when their heels lifted off the ground, the ground returned to its original state.
As soon as they stretched out their hands, there were vines hanging in front of them, fluttering towards the distance.
"Pantheon!"
In the stronghold of the Anti-Pantheon Alliance, gods of different shapes stand like sculptures.
The God of the Mountain has cold eyes. He has taken the lead in this alliance and is discussing uniting the gods to open up a demiplane.
And at this critical moment when everyone is vying for benefits but unwilling to take the first step, Pantheon finally overcame the obstacle.
The Pantheon is going to take action against the tribes of the gods and cut off their source of faith.
If it were the past, they would definitely attack in anger, regardless of whether they could fight or not.
But now, the God of the Mountain sincerely said thank you to the gods of the Pantheon.
This Pantheon is really timely.
He thought for a while, and the cold look on his face increased by another factor.
"We can't delay it any longer, we'll start tomorrow."
With domineering eyes, he looked down at the surrounding gods with a serious tone, leaving no room for negotiation.
The gods who were still wrangling in the past have also calmed down and stopped jumping around.
"Then it's settled, who agrees? Who objects?"
The God of the Mountain scanned the gods for a week. The gods looked at each other, or simply lowered their heads, not knowing what they were thinking.
"agree."
"agree."
"agree."
On this day, the early morning time is always beautiful. In a tribe that looks very primitive, the tribesmen woke up from their deep sleep and stretched themselves in the smelly den.
They are slender in appearance, very similar to the goblins before they were baptized, as if they were carved from the same mold.
In other words, they are just a group of primitive goblins.
"Ahhhhh"
They all set out, from the old goblins to the young goblins who had just emerged from the nest, and they all started calling and communicating. They called out to a tall and simple stone statue and prayed to the great god.
Then, a goblin who was lying on the ground felt some shadows cast on him. He raised his head blankly and watched a group of big black birds flying over their heads.
Huh? Something seems to have fallen?
The bewildered goblin stared blankly at the fallen thing. Bird poop? So big?
Boom boom boom
A series of roars exploded in an instant, resonating like thousands of thunders.
"ah"
The goblin opened his mouth wide, blood oozed from his ears and the corners of his eyes, and he kept screaming.
A large group of goblins were beaten unconscious without the ability to resist, lying on the ground wailing uncontrollably.
They felt weak, could not see clearly, and the smell of smoke was irritating their nasal cavities.
Between the confusion of coma and wakefulness, a goblin tried his best to open his eyes and looked at the tall figure in front of him.
boom
The erected stone statue of an animal-shaped creature was smashed into pieces by the tall figure with a punch, and his burly appearance caught his eye deeply.
"Sorry, you were captured." The elf said standard words, looking elegant and strong.
"Ahhh"
The goblins who fell on the ground were wailing and couldn't care less about what he was saying. In fact, they couldn't understand him at all.
They were harmed by shock mushrooms, causing temporary blindness and deafness.
"Obsidian, escort them back to the Elf Kingdom."
The slender and huge black eagle flapped its wings, fell from the sky, and said to the goblin druid.
"Yes." The elf-like Druid made a fist with his right hand, clasped it on his chest, and bowed slightly three to five degrees.
He turned around and stretched out his hand. The power of nature slowly dissipated, and a fresh black seed slipped from his palm and fell to the ground.
The entire process of germination, growth, and growth from seed to adult is completed in just a few seconds.
Then, the vines found their arms like tentacles, and the curved branches wrapped around them, connecting them into a string.
It looks like there are many goblin fruits on one vine.
Then he repeated the same trick and threw two more seeds to tie up all the goblins.
Level 5 divine spells, healing spells.
Obsidian closed his eyes and meditated, silently thinking of the Lord of the Woodland and praying to him.
A faint green light spread out, dissipating like mist, and penetrated through the goblins' noses and eyes, relieving their injuries.
Soon after, a string of goblins were escorted by an elf obediently and dragged their families. There were more than a hundred goblins in total, big and small, old and young, and they were all sent to the elven kingdom.
"keep going."
The black hawk in the forest soared into the sky, taking off with dozens of black crows huffing and puffing, heading towards the next target.
In the woodland below them, Tina said nothing, riding a flame-riding black panther, leading the woodland druids and non-black crow transformed druids to follow behind the black crow flying formation.
Air strike a team, use explosive bombs, and smoke bombs together, and when it's time to gnaw hard bones, throw high-explosive mines.
Then the ground troops will appear, and those wild bears and lizards will deal the most fatal blow to the enemy.