Chapter 1200 Little Grete, Don’t Go to the Center of the Secret Realm, Right? (Monthly Ticket Adds 4 Updates)
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
"Zheng!"
The elves drew their weapons. Idian held the moon blades in both hands and took the lead. On his left and right sides, two muscular male elves held long scimitars, forming a rough triangle with him.
Behind the warriors, two rangers took off their long bows, and arrows turned from grass seeds appeared between their fingers. They scanned the surroundings warily, ready to draw the bowstring at any moment.
Behind the rangers, spellcasters were holding staffs or other magic weapons, chanting in harmony with the voices of several elders. In the core area, the healers were watching everyone's situation closely and did not join the battle for the time being.
"coming!"
"coming!"
The animals are coming.
The animals that were born, grew up, hunted, polluted, twisted, and have been tortured in this polluted land are here. A squirrel more than one meter long, a python with three heads, a rabbit with fangs, a crow with four wings...
They gasped and gasped, making a loud noise on the ground. With red eyes, they rushed towards this array of natural forces——
"We have already cleared out the animals in the polluted area!" Idian held two moon blades, stood at the front of the queue with his head held high, and shouted:
"There are not too strong monsters here! But there are a lot of them, very many, so you must be careful - especially the deformed brothers and sisters, try not to bite them, let alone swallow them -"
His voice was interrupted by a growl. Outside the team, a leopard—Gretel recognized it as the transformed form of Ash Moonsong—had jumped out lightly. With a slap, a python that swam quickly had its back broken on the spot.
"Sister Yue Ge is still so strong." Grete admired, feeling the power of nature flowing in her body, ready to throw healing spells at any time. On the right, the ground shook and a huge wild boar rushed over.
"Oh...should I call her 'princess'..." Gretel followed the words and uttered something in a very quiet voice. Hell, that wild boar was already taller than Bernard’s head at the shoulders. It even had two heads and two pairs of extremely curved and extremely long tusks——
You are a wild boar!
You are neither a two-headed dog nor a two-headed giant! What do you need two heads for?
After vomiting, a black bear pounced on the right side of the formation. Gretel has exchanged names with each of the elves, but their transformed forms still don't match which one is which. You can only see him growling in a low voice and shaking his body:
The power of nature flows through, and the huge body instantly expands once and then again. Behind his back, several spells were thrown up quickly:
Increase strength, increase physique, increase defense...
The first step the black bear took was higher than Grete's shoulders; the second step was higher than Bernard's shoulders; the third step was higher than Bernard's head.
The overall body shape is comparable to that of the wild boar, and it looks even more majestic and oppressive. The man stood up and slapped the wild boar on the forehead, making the huge male wild boar stagger.
"Wow……"
Grete whispered in praise from the center of the formation. After praising me, I thought about myself and shuddered again:
I don't want to rush out and fight like this!
I turned into a bear because it is the most convenient and stable base, and I am least afraid of bumps when walking in the forest! If you want me to use my bear form and rush out to fight like this, I...
I'd better be my healer!
"Don't worry, I won't let you go out to fight." There was a faint laugh in his ears. Turning his head, Cerela's silver-blue eyes narrowed into two crescents, and she smiled sweetly at him:
"If we really want to start a fight, there's still me!"
Well, Serira, although I appreciate your concern, I don’t think we will reach this point... Just when Gretel thought of this, he saw Elder Fahim turning around and smiling gently at them. :
"There is no need for the little girl to die in person. Don't worry, the near-legendary warrior transforms into a beast form, and the power of hand-to-hand combat is definitely no less than that of an adult silver dragon."
"Silver Dragon is not good at hand-to-hand combat..."
Cerira whispered.
The black bear roared, roared, and slapped earth-shattering slaps. The two leopards are silent killers, and the three gray wolves form a formation and constantly wander around the team.
From the copper and iron walls they formed, the power of nature continued to overflow, washing over the land like clean spring water and washing over all the weeds, shrubs, and trees.
The trees rustled and trembled, looking extremely painful. However, those gray-black barks began to slowly transform into normal bark after being exposed to the power of nature.
The knots fade away, the trunks straighten, and the branches and leaves turn green... one by one, until they reach a small patch of grass, a small bush, and a small forest.
The previous work of the Sun God was only to extinguish the eternal flame of the Well of Eternity. To heal the earth, the natural power of the rain forest must be covered again and the power of the earth can be corrected. The elves must form a purification method. Array, advance step by step.
"It's really pleasing to the eye." Gretel looked at the misty greenery in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief. Soon, he frowned again:
Compared to plants that are rooted in the earth and are naturally close to the power of nature, the animals on this land seem to have little interest in being purified. They are still charging, one, two, one group, two groups...
Those polluted and twisted animals rushed one after another, like moths to the flame, towards the constantly rotating elven magic circle.
The sound of rustling strings. The rangers kept opening their bows and shooting arrows with natural power. Each shot accurately penetrated the scarlet eyes or roaring throats of the animals that rushed over;
The warriors' swords were flying, and panthers, black bears, and gray wolves were wandering around the team, constantly fighting against larger animals;
The casters also had flames in their hands, pressing them against the ground, around the magic circle, and pushed them all the way out.
Those army ants, beetles, centipedes, and various insects that were several times larger in size rushed against the mighty force of nature and fell headfirst into the wall of fire, burning with crackling fire. sound.
"Look at this casting accuracy..."
Archmage Baierbo admired softly. Through his spiritual connection, he softly pointed to his junior brother:
"Look at this line of fire, this wall of fire. It sticks to the periphery of the warriors and rolls forward as the formation rolls forward. It doesn't hinder them from fighting at all, and it doesn't even waste much power on the big animals. However, all the insects are blocked and burned to death. outside."
"Senior brother, I saw it..." Gretel looked at him with a grimace.
Casting spells, casting spells while moving, constantly changing spell coverage while moving... These skills are indeed very important and very high-end, but brother, I am a healer!
The patients I cast my spells on are all quiet patients, at least they don't require me to jump around on my own! There is really no need to hold me to this standard!
The pace of the elves pushed inwards firmly. Grete carefully felt the flow of natural power in the magic circle, and gradually joined in:
Call upon the power of nature, absorb the power of nature, and guide the flow of natural power. Grete felt that his body had formed a small vortex, and the power of nature flowed through his body, swirled around, and then flowed out in a torrent.
During this process, the power of nature did not increase or increase out of thin air. Gretel did not try his best to output the natural power in his body like those elders:
What level is he?
How many ladles of water can this little bit of natural power in his body withstand in a small bucket of water?
He still wants to follow until the end and see the end. So far, the situation is still stable and there is no need for him to do so much!
However, the power flowing through his node has been sorted out more stably and delicately. When he landed on the earth and called for life from the earth, his reaction became more sensitive.
Following their pace, a wide greenway stretched straight towards the center of the polluted area, as if someone took a paintbrush dipped in green paint and drew a green line on the ground.
The vitality of the rainforest is originally the most abundant place in the world. In its natural state, if no one cuts it down, it can grow so much that there is no way around it in one season. What's more, these are four legendary spell casters, plus a large number of high-level spell casters, jointly casting spells.
Except for the elven warriors who were struggling to kill, all the spell casters were working hard to absorb the power of nature. Even Apa’s white fur shone with a shining light of purification——
The Silver Moon Deer originally had the power of purification and healing. After biting off a unicorn horn, this power became even more powerful. Four hooves stepped on the ground, and with each step, a small circle of fluorescent light appeared on the ground.
From the outer edge of the contaminated area, walk to the inner side of the contaminated area and the edge of the Elf Secret Realm. Elder Fahim did not rush in. Instead, he built a stone house on the spot and let everyone spend the night and repair it.
The next day, the team turned outwards and drew another wide line along the original green line.
Go back and forth like this, applying it repeatedly. Finally, after the hard work of the soldiers and the purification of the spellcasters for dozens of days, the entire forest in the polluted area was covered with a new layer of green.
The four elf elders stood in a row, looking across the damaged and crumbling seal at the center of the secret realm, the once glorious and sacred mountaintop. Four people, four eyes, tears flowing.
Where you enter, you can see the remaining mountains, broken water, broken rocks and scorched rocks.
The holy land of the elves, the place where the elves' former royal court was located, where the strongest magic, the most mysterious knowledge, and the hopes and aspirations of all the elves were once concentrated. Now, it is a lifeless and scorched black.
"...In any case, the flames in the mines have finally been extinguished."
After a long, long time, the oldest elder, Kallen, let out a long sigh. He fluttered his hands, and bits and pieces of light flew into the outer seal, unfolding into a colorful flowing light curtain. The old man stared at the light curtain for a long time, then suddenly turned to Grete:
"Little Grete, if you enter the secret realm tomorrow, don't you want to go?"
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