Chapter 0658: The Destruction of Rutherland

This is a strange sound wave that is difficult for ordinary people to detect.

As it stirred and reverberated in the surrounding forest, the two tall ancient trees on the edge of Russelan Village suddenly made a movement.

ah……

A long, old and strange sound echoed in the forest. The two huge ancient trees, seven or eight meters high, suddenly shook their bodies, and a human-like face appeared on the wrinkled and shriveled trunks.

"It's... who... is... who... wakes... up... again... me... you little elves, can't you let me sleep a little longer?" An ancient tree swayed. He bent his body and struggled to pull out his roots from the soil, muttering to himself.

It began to speak very slowly, as if it had not yet fully awakened from a deep sleep. But when it stood up tall, its speech speed finally returned to normal.

"Hey, where did these little bugs escape from... Why are there so many of them?"

After looking around with the face emerging from the middle of the tree trunk, the two tree spirits finally realized something was wrong.

What kind of troublesome little insect is this? This is simply a terrible insect plague!

The two tall tree spirits swayed their bodies, shaking off the black insects climbing everywhere on their trunks. Then they lifted up their thick wooden legs, which were made of countless tree roots and roots, and trampled them down hard. Go down.

Boom, boom, boom.

Four dull sounds of wooden piles hitting the ground were heard, and the thick legs covered with circles of wooden textures trampled countless insects to death. When the two tree spirits raised their feet again, the wide and flat feet were covered with dripping purple-black blood sauce and fishy yellow and foul-smelling insect juice.

"The enemy... the enemy... destroy the enemy..."

The two tree spirits roared angrily, striding forward while vigorously attacking the insect swarm.

And the direction they were heading was exactly where the tree flute sounded!

The insect witch Bliss hid silently in a corner of the battlefield, observing everything that happened on the battlefield from a distance with his strange compound eyes. If you add in the eyeworms hovering in the forest, the entire Russelan Village within a radius of 5 miles is under his strict surveillance.

As an insect witch, he doesn't have the low-level interest of other wizards who like to go to the scene in person and enjoy the pleasure of fisting. To him, everything he saw was just the last struggle of the prey before being served to the dinner plate.

He is enjoying a gluttonous feast, and these are just his blood meals!

There was no need for him to compete with a group of 'foods' that were destined to be devoured in order to show his personal prowess. The only thing he had to do was to wait... for the food to be roasted just right, and then be swallowed by him in one bite.

Looking at the two tree spirits standing tall and wading a bloody path among the swarms of insects, there was no trace of anxiety or heartache on the insect heads hidden in the shadows of the trees. His purple compound eyes flashed and glowed in the darkness, and he was controlling the insect tide in the insect-man's unique way.

Along the way, he has successively destroyed two elven villages and countless animals and monsters in the magical forest. It was by relying on the nourishment of their flesh and blood that Bilisi was able to pull up this staggering army of zerg in front of him.

However, even at this moment, he already has a terrifying insect army with a number of 150,000 insects, but he still has not reached his limit. With his current strength, even if the insect army in front of him were doubled in size, he could still perfectly control them in his hands.

Where is the evolutionary path of insect witches?

Nobody knows.

Strengthening his body may be a way to transform him into a terrifying and ferocious war insect, with the joy of roaming the battlefield and killing wantonly. But doing so will also put the ontology in the most dangerous situation at all times. With Bliss's character, he obviously doesn't like to appear in public, let alone any personal honor or disgrace.

Therefore, he chose the evolutionary path of strengthening the insect swarm without hesitation!

In this way, he can control more insect swarms and give some insects strange combat abilities. And as the insect swarm evolves, he, the leader of the insect swarm, will unknowingly become more powerful. What's more important is that because of his countless clones, he has become almost immortal.

As long as the swarm lasts, he will never die.

For Billis, this is actually what attracts him the most!

And this evolutionary path is undoubtedly the most consistent with his personality.

As the leader of the insect swarm, no matter how much damage these low-level insects cause, he will not make him frown. The only ones that can affect his mind are those war insects with strange fighting abilities.

The war bugs evolved from the original black beetles to the later stinging scorpions, and then from the stinging scorpions to the current demonized mantises. Their attack power has also increased exponentially. On the high platform of the tree hall in the distance, three demonized mantises formed a fighting team, and they had already chased the two high-level elves into embarrassment, with their lives hanging by a thread.

At this moment, seeing that the two tree spirits were also planning to come in to rescue the elves, the insect witch Bliss gave the order secretly.

Within the canopy of the tall ancient tree, black lightning pulled up a long string of phantoms, surrounding the two tree spirits from all angles.

The huge insect tide is indeed a huge deterrent to the weak elves. But when they faced a tall and straight tree spirit with rough skin, thick flesh, and long blood, the frenzied gnawing of the insect swarm would not be able to cause fatal damage to it in the short term.

So the two tree spirits took heavy steps that shook the earth and mountains, and trudged towards the elves with blood pits on every step. On their bodies, countless insects swarmed up and gnawed the bark and armor, making a rustling sound.

However, the insect swarm also suffered heavy casualties under the counterattack of the tree spirits!

The two tree spirits who were striding forward suddenly stopped, raised their faces with fluttering beards, and stared nervously at the black figures approaching quickly.

Unlike the insect tides surrounding them, these strange war insects were the ones who could really cause terrible damage to them, so they couldn't help but be nervous!

According to the classification of biological levels in the wizard world, the tree warriors in the Elf Kingdom should belong to the advanced strength of level 1, and the dead wood guards belong to the primary strength of level 2. As for the tree spirits who have not yet been promoted, they belong to the quasi-witch level.

But such a one-size-fits-all classification is difficult to truly reflect the true combat power of various strange creatures in the high magic world.

Take the tree spirits in front of them, for example. They are still in the larval stage and have not crossed the first threshold of advancement in their lives. However, judging from their comprehensive strength, they can easily defeat a small team of level 1 sword dancers or elf archers with the title of quasi-witch.

Therefore, the insect wizard Bilis did not despise or underestimate the two tree spirits, and sent out as many as sixteen demon mantises.

The demon mantis, which is 1.5 meters long, looks like a bean sprout next to a potato in front of the eight-meter-high giant tree spirit. It looks inconspicuous. But these sixteen bean sprouts are full of fangs and sharp mouths, as well as the terrifying sickle.

The sixteen demon mantises turned into sixteen black lightnings, shuttling around the two tree spirits. Once they seize the opportunity, they will pounce from behind the tree spirits, which are difficult for them to take care of, and use the pair of jagged giant sickle forelimbs to chop the tree spirit's skin, causing wood chips to fly and sap to splash.

The two tree spirits groaned in a low voice, turning in circles, waving the tough vines wrapped around their bodies with their wooden hands, trying to whip the black figures.

Unfortunately, with their slow and clumsy movements, even if they whipped the insects until their blood splashed and their shells flew, they could not hurt the demonized mantises at all. And their random attacks also exposed more of their own weaknesses.

The sixteen demonized mantises circled around the two tree spirits like a revolving lantern, occasionally rushing up to chop a few times. Then they waited until the other party raised the tree whip, and then quickly flapped their wings to escape from their attack range.

In almost half a quarter of an hour, the tough tree armor of the two tree spirits that was difficult to be injured by swords and knives was already scarred, with terrible scratches everywhere, many of which had cut through the tree armor and directly hurt the inside of the tree spirits.

A determined look appeared on the wrinkled and cracked face of one of the two tree spirits, and he raised his thick right foot and stomped it hard.

With a muffled sound, the whole earth began to tremble slightly.

The tree spirit roared to the sky, and under the urging of the huge vitality in his body, his right foot, which was originally entangled and condensed by countless tree roots and roots, inserted into the soil, and then turned into thousands of snake-like roots again, digging in all directions.

The next moment, within 20 meters around the tree spirit, the ground cracked and the soil rolled. Countless roots protruded from the ground and tightly bound all the living creatures on the ground.

This included countless insect swarms and three magic mantises that did not have time to fly.

"Garul, go and take the elves away... Leave this place to me!" The tree spirit roared angrily, urging his companions to leave quickly.

The other tree elf turned around with a sad face and glanced at his companion who chose to sacrifice, and finally turned around and walked towards the elf tree house.

It was extremely tall, and the elves on it could jump into its lush treetops with fluttering wood whiskers just by stretching out their arms and resting on the ancient tree.

At this time, the black insect swarm climbing up had forced the elves to the top of the treetops of the living ancient tree. There they barely held on to the last piece of pure land.

Less than half an hour after the battle began, only more than 20 of the 67 elves were left.

The rest were either knocked down by the demonized mantis and dragged into the insect tide, or fell off the ancient tree and were swallowed by the insect tide and disappeared. In short, everyone was in danger!

So when they suddenly saw the tree elf coming to rescue, they all jumped and climbed into the treetops of the tree elf, and then they escaped from the ancient elf tree that was about to be swallowed by the black insect swarm.

After the remaining tree spirit met the elves, it waved its whip and hands to drive away the entangled demon mantises, and trudged through the dense swarm of insects into the depths of the forest.

And behind its lonely figure, the tree spirit that chose to stay had fallen silently.

The shouting and fighting along the way gradually extended to the distance...chapter;