Onvino Pendragon breathed hard, and his inhuman physique was enough to cause the cold air around him to swirl, causing the bare branches above his head to tremble slightly.
"How's it going? I'm not lying to you, am I?" Ta Valon said on the side: "Although Dr. Olanso calls his magic circle the Star Altar, his ability to harmonize natural energy is no worse than our druids."
The tall man wearing a deer crown showed a somewhat contemptuous smile: "Ta Valon, this is the kind of place you like. The sky, atmosphere, water, and soil here are full of invisible rules and constraints, eliminating the competition in the wilderness.
Outside, just like civilized people build buildings with clay and stone, and hide inside and claim to be protected. But the overt and covert fights between civilized people, the blood shed is no less than the competition in the wilderness?"
Tar Valon raised his eyebrows, and the three kingfishers retracted into their feather coats in fear. He smiled and said: "After the battle at Ghost Bay, your strength has improved a lot, and your connection with nature has become closer. Your
Transformation in the wilderness has almost reached the level of a 'Shapechanger', right?"
Onvino didn't care much: "Nature and wilderness don't need words and narratives. The power of transformation is hidden in life and soul. I don't need the title of 'Shapechanger'."
Tar Valon asked: "Is it the natural wilderness that requires you to gather the refugees to launch a rebellion?"
Onvino looked back at the Emerald Ring Sage: "Ta Valon, you have stayed in such a comfortable place for so long that you can no longer hear the screams of the earth and mountains? The problem of Black Rock Province is not just the farmers and the
The exploitation of civilians by wealthy businessmen also includes the unrestrained plunder of nature.
They cut down the trees just to get vast and flat plantations; they destroyed the mountains to dig out more ores to feed the mages. But they didn't know that these actions tore the hair of the earth and cut the blood vessels of the earth. The rivers lost their stable soil.
The restraint caused the flooding and ruthlessly came back to civilized people.
And the rich civilized people, with their useless wealth, abandoned the ravaged earth and allowed the flood to destroy the poor civilized people. What I did was just to let everyone return to a state of coexistence with the natural wilderness after the flood.
, use their fangs and sharp teeth to hunt.”
Tar Valon disagreed: "It's a pity that not everyone is willing to return to the wilderness. The 'violent seed' you developed requires the implanted person to eat fresh flesh and blood in order to maintain the violent state and allow them to gain power beyond their limits. So
Doing this is like turning a person back into a beast, which is not the right way to develop the Green Circle after all. I see that the followers around you have very basic druid spells."
"The world is just an arena of hunting and killing. The strong survive and the weak perish. This is perfectly normal," Onwino said.
Tar Valon sighed: "Although Dr. Olenso is not a member of our Green Circle, I quite agree with some of his words. Nature is a huge system that is constantly changing, and the so-called strength and weakness are just a
A narrow and biased cognitive perspective. When a huge natural disaster strikes, having a strong body and sharp claws may not necessarily survive for a long time. On the contrary, a weak creature digging a hole in the rotten soil can find opportunities in danger.
If we only talk about the survival of the strong and the destruction of the weak, then compared to mages, today's Green Ring and Druids are undoubtedly the weak ones. Are we willing to be destroyed? Or should we continue the way of the past and stubbornly struggle on? And
Or find a new path and let the Green Ring stand in the new continent?"
"You said so much just because you want me to obey your orders." Onvino didn't hide it at all: "And I don't think you have taught many outstanding druids. You just rely on the Oak Holy House to survive and are still alive.
Under the protection of others.”
Ta Valon looked at the nearby town of Firewood: "The vines that are too fragile need to cling to the big trees and gradually grow. After all, not every seed can grow into a towering tree."
"Really? I think you have nourished others in vain." Onvino pointed to the spirit messengers who were circling around the three eight-view altar and chanting mantras: "At first, you said you would guide the spirit messengers to become members of the Emerald Circle. What happened?
?People learn from you, but develop their own power, and you can only stand aside and watch. Vines can only be vines forever, and cannot grow into oak trees that cover the sky and the sun."
"Then, just like you, gathering refugees from everywhere and transforming them into 'Desperate Acolytes' who are even worse than Berserkers, is the best way to strengthen the Green Ring?" Tar Valon sneered: "Yes.
If it weren’t for Huowu City sending out a high-level mage to blast your group of mad servants into smithereens overnight, I guess you wouldn’t be willing to come to Chai Dui Town.”
Onwino said: "Lying and waiting is also a hunting technique in the wilderness."
"Then you don't have to come to Woodpile Town," Tar Valon said.
"As one of the few remaining sages of the Green Ring, if I don't come, wouldn't the Green Ring exist in name only?" Onvino's smile revealed sharp teeth like a carnivorous beast: "Although in my opinion, the natural wilderness
The nature of competition does not need to be limited to the Green Ring."
Tar Valon changed the topic: "There is also a berserker named Wolf here in Pile Town, and he is the batch that your teacher personally dealt with. After receiving the guidance of Dr. Olenso, he not only gained the natural ability under normal conditions,
Damage reduction is like armor, and he can maintain his sanity even after violent transformation. Combined with his special martial arts that focus on the whole body, the 'High Mage Armor' is like a crunchy cookie, breaking in one blow."
Onvino frowned slightly: "There is nothing unusual about the martial arts that gathers the strength of the whole body, but it is a bit interesting that it can be done after violent transformation. Unless this mad warrior has an extremely full understanding of his body structure before and after transformation... But
The point is how he can remain sane after violently transforming."
"You have to ask Dr. Orlanso about this." Tavalon smiled: "Or should I ask for you?"
"So that you can monopolize knowledge? Don't bother, I can just ask myself!" Onvino said.
…
The double-edged battle ax flew out and hit the back of a scout at a very fast speed, cutting off both the man and the horse, turning the snow-white ground into scarlet.
Boom!
A standing giant bear flew down from mid-air, with a force comparable to that of a mountain falling to the ground. It crushed another scout and his horse. The scout's head was smashed into the body cavity with great force.
In the middle, the horse neighed and its back broke.
"Shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow! Shoot him in the eyeballs. I don't believe this guy has no weaknesses!"
The remaining dozen or so scouts were galloping on their horses. They were basically proficient in mounted archery. They turned around and fired their bows. The arrows flew from the strings towards the violently transformed Wolf.
"Roar--"
Wolf, who transformed into a giant bear, opened his mouth and roared, spraying out columnar heat breath in the harsh winter. The roar of the bear turned into a substantial sound wave impact, directly blowing away the arrows fired in the face.
"Still want to escape?!"
Wolf couldn't speak in the transformed state, he just roared. His legs sank and he didn't run. He saw that the ground beneath his feet was slightly sunken, and the accumulated violent power suddenly exploded. After the transformation, his body, which was two people tall, flew like a cannonball.
Shoot out.
An afterimage passed by, and another reconnaissance rider was swept off his head by a huge force. The horse underneath him was grabbed by the neck by the giant bear, and was thrown to the cavalry next to him like a rag bag.
The inner energy is flowing through Wolf's body, and he does not feel numb due to frequent pain. Instead, he feels waves of severe pain penetrating into his bone marrow!
But Wolf did not resist this feeling. He felt unhappy recently, very unhappy, and the strong agitation urged him to find something to vent. So he asked Dr. Olenso for orders and came to the wilderness south of Woodpile Town.
, responsible for patrol and surveillance.
It was said to be a patrol, but in fact it was to kill all the scouts sent by Glanfaz!
Wolf didn't bother to care about the war caused by border friction. Glanfurz was going to attack Pile Town, and everyone, men, women, and children knew about it. Since you were destined to live and die, then according to what Dr. Olenso said, don't care about whether the other party took the initiative.
To invade, first disrupt the opponent's situation, and don't let the enemy advance step by step to the surrounding areas of Chaidui Town as originally planned.
However, Wolf did not think about the details of the reason. He just felt an inability to vent the depression in his heart, and continued to violently transform and use his inner energy, even if he had to endure the pain of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
Attacking one after another, the giant bear was like a ferocious chariot in the wilderness. Blood flew everywhere in its path, bones and flesh were shattered, and in the blink of an eye, it left scattered and broken warm corpses on the snow.
"Wow! Captain Wolf moved too fast. We just arrived and everyone is dead?"
Behind, the freckled-faced boy and a group of spiritual warriors, with the blessing of "gliding", the silver light shimmered under their feet touching the ground, chasing them as if they were skiing, which greatly saved the physical consumption of running.
They can feel that there is a complex and mysterious rune high and far in the world of their consciousness, which is in a state of constant change. The long, mist-like rope connects their spiritual consciousness, forming an invisible spiritual network. As long as they focus on the spirit
, you can perform telepathy within a certain distance without opening your mouth.
Of course, communicating through telepathy also requires the exercise of mental awareness. We are usually used to opening our mouths to speak, and feel that there is no obstacle to communication. But when we abandon words and focus on mental communication, everyone finds that what they want to express becomes messy.
Disordered and fragmented, only short sentences can be communicated.
This is the training that Dr. Olanso requires the psychic warriors to perform, especially when they go out to patrol and fight, and form a team of a few to more than a dozen people. The psychic warriors can serve as leaders and issue orders to everyone telepathically.
If multiple psychic warriors fight together, their minds communicate with each other, and the effect of coordination will be greatly improved. Everyone will know at a glance what kind of attack teammates are facing, what direction they need to cooperate from, and whether they need to cast spells to cover, without any obstacles or difficulties.
With the cooperation of the psychic network, the information communication ability of the psychic warrior not only surpasses the message transmission of ordinary spells, but can also form highly intuitive guidance and signs in consciousness. Every individual in the psychic network knows that
Where you are in the team and array, you can clearly understand what you need to do at different times.
For this reason, the psychic warriors were dispatched by Doctor Olenso to the outskirts of Firepile Town as a small team to snipe the scouts and scouts of Glenfaz.
However, it seems that this small team does not need to take action now.
"Captain!" The freckled-faced boy hurried forward and ordered his men to clean the battlefield. It was almost certain that no one was left alive.
Wolf returned to his human form, gasped and asked, "What are you doing?!"
The freckled-faced boy was startled and said quickly: "Captain Wolf, have we pursued too far? We destroyed two scout camps of Glenfarz in succession, and completely annihilated a group of escaping scouts.
.We estimate that this place is almost 300 miles away from Chaidui Town, will we go deep alone?"
"What are you going deep into? This isn't Glanfurz's territory." Wolf picked up the battle ax and thought of the group of Green Ring members who had recently arrived in Woodpile Town. He felt a wave of discomfort. Even if he didn't mean it, he felt uncomfortable.
When the internal energy is running, there is always an inexplicable itch in the body, but nothing can be scratched.
The freckled-faced young man advised: "That's what I say, but this is not our territory in Chaidui Town."
"I heard that ogres and cockatrices roamed this area in the past, and hunted migrating beasts, but now there are no traces of them." A spiritual warrior of indigenous origin said: "Of course, there are also scattered groups of goblins.
However, the land in this area is relatively barren, and not even a few big trees can grow.”
"If it were such a good place, it wouldn't be Glanfurz's turn to occupy it. The exploration team in the early colonial period would have discovered it long ago and would have brought a large number of manpower to build the city!" Wolf looked around: "Just spend the night nearby, and we'll do it later.
Contact Duolun and his team, and then go south to investigate!"
…
"What did you say? They are all dead?!"
As Granfaz advanced into the camp, a general stood up suddenly, looked at the spirit messenger with a wounded cheek in front of him, and shouted: "The nearly three hundred scout cavalry are all my most elite cavalry shooters. All of them are
All killed?!"
The spirit messenger held his injured waist and ribs and said with a pale face: "The enemy came very suddenly. Our scouts who were scattered around to explore the terrain and water sources did not notice it. The temporary camp was directly attacked by the enemy. There may be a few people left.
Lost outside, if we find that the temporary camp has been destroyed, we should be heading back here."
"Fucking hairy egg bag! Before we took action, they took action first!" The general was just about to think about a response strategy when he heard the sound of heavy objects falling outside, causing some chaos in the advancing camp.
"What are you doing, what are you doing?!" The general began to worry that the enemy would raid his advancing camp. Although this place is more than three hundred miles away from the target town of Firewood, the distance is not too big for a caster who has mastered magic.
obstacle.
The general walked out of the camp and saw an ogre knocking down the unfinished city wall. The ogres around him were holding huge rocks and carrying wooden stakes, and they were screaming strangely. The overseer waved a thorn whip and beat the ogre.
On the tough and rough skin, order is forcibly maintained.
However, the ogre, whose intelligence was pitifully low, not only failed to understand the supervisor's reprimands and orders, but immediately became furious, picked up the building materials in his hands, and started throwing them randomly.
"Quiet!"
Just as the ogres in the advancing camp were wreaking havoc, a deep roar caused the ground to shake suddenly, like the spirit of the beginning shaking the earth. Boundless pressure enveloped the camp, and the chaos was suddenly stopped.