Chapter 1317 Lin Hai Defense Line

Kaka...Boom!

Majestic ancient trees with hundreds of years of history rose from the fertile forest soil, rushing towards the aberrations that were pouring out of the intersection, accompanied by a series of sounds of wood friction, the heavy branches of the ancient trees fell from the air, Smash those deformed monsters into a puddle of flesh, and behind the ancient tree, the elite rangers have already bent their bows and set their arrows. Three flickering cyan cyclones opened, followed by a resonant buzzing sound in the air.

"Full charging—aim, let go!"

The voice of the commander resounded on the high ground, and a dozen arrows filled with arcane energy, surrounded by the blue wind blade, crossed the scorched canopy of the ancient guardian tree, and fell in a parabola at the end of the far intersection. The monster that had escaped the heavy blow from the ancient tree had just staggered up from the ground when it was pierced by arrows one after another, and then the energy in the arrows triggered a series of explosions in their bodies, and the rising smoke and flames In the middle of the day, this wave of monsters rushing out of the dense forest was finally completely wiped out.

"The first team rests in place, the second team recovers the arrows, and the medical soldiers come to rescue the wounded!" A human commander walked down from a nearby small high ground and gave orders among the soldiers. His head was wrapped in a bandage. The white cloth strips have been stained black and red by blood and smoke, the enchanted long sword in his hand is full of blood stains, the magic brilliance that was originally full is now extremely dim, he is very tired, his eyes are bloodshot, but his voice is still loud—— —At this moment, only this loud voice can support the soldiers to continue to support here.

Not far away, the tall and majestic ancient guardian tree let out a series of tired creaking sounds. It came to the edge of the battlefield with heavy steps, re-rooted its roots into the ground, and absorbed the limited nutrients in the soil to restore Wounded by himself, while trying to stretch the crown of the tree towards the morning glow that just diffused from the edge of the forest, the crown of the ancient tree has been scorched and blackened by the flames and thick smoke, and the only green leaves trembled in the wind, emitting The sound of rushing.

Several silver-haired elves got up from among the human soldiers and walked towards the tired guarding ancient tree. They seemed to be talking to the ancient tree. The human commander could not understand the special rhythm of the silver elves talking to the plants. , but he could see the faces of those elf rangers becoming more and more serious. Obviously, the situation of the ancient tree had reached its limit.

The sound of footsteps came from the nearby dense forest. The human rangers who were resting subconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands, but after seeing the source of the footsteps, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and continued to recover their strength , enjoy this rare respite.

The human commander of this small mixed force looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a tall and straight silver elf wearing pale gold alloy light armor leading a dozen soldiers walking towards this side through the bushes , he immediately went forward: "General Lomar."

"Don't be too polite, I'm patrolling the line of defense," Lomar, the ranger general from the Silver Empire, raised his hand and interrupted the human commander in front of him. He didn't seem to see much blood stained by killing enemies, but from his The bloody and murderous aura exuded in one action is far stronger than that of everyone here. This Ranger General seems to have slaughtered hundreds of thousands of enemies on the front line, but he didn't let the slightest filth contaminate himself, " How's the situation here?"

"The physical strength of the soldiers is almost at the limit, and our weapons are seriously damaged," the human commander said in a deep voice. He took an arrow that had just been retrieved from the front from the soldier next to him, and pointed at the front end of the arrow. The spell-casting unit that started to melt said,

"The consumption of spell-casting arrows is too serious, and they have already become like this. I am afraid that they can only last for two more rounds before they will be completely melted down, while conventional bows and arrows have almost no lethality against those monsters..."

Lomar's eyes fell on the magic arrow that was already on the verge of limit, and he remained silent for a long time with a serious expression.

It is too expensive, and it is not easy to produce and process this kind of sophisticated spell-casting device. Even with the joint efforts of the Silver Empire and the Gaoling Kingdom, the amount that can be collected from the treasury is very limited. In the usual "normal wars", This kind of consumption may be acceptable, but the number of deformed bodies that emerge from the wasteland is more than tens of millions? Almost all those rough-skinned and thick-skinned monsters can only be completely killed by this kind of spell-casting weapon, and the magic weapons in the hands of the soldiers on this line of defense... can hardly be consumed.

"...The reinforcements organized by Lord Valentian have crossed the Long Bridge of the Homecoming, and will soon arrive at the front line," the ranger general breathed out lightly, telling the news he had just received from the rear. Encourage these bloody warriors on the front line, "including three columns of astromancers and at least six ranger regiments. Your king is also mobilizing the frontier regiments on the west and east sides. The pressure here will be relieved soon. "

"...This is indeed good news. As long as it is confirmed that there are reinforcements, I think we can hold on until then," the human commander nodded vigorously and said in a higher tone on purpose, but then he lowered his voice again , while quickly looking back at the smoke that was still billowing at the end of the forest, he asked hurriedly, "General Lomar, what's the situation at the Temple of Stars..."

"The gap from the wasteland to the defense line has been roughly blocked, and now only a few enemy troops can enter the forest barrier through the small gap next to it, and the large-scale 'tide' like before will not appear again," Lomar said. Said with a serious expression, his tone has calmed down at the moment, but there is another kind of sharpness and coldness like a hidden blade in that calm voice, "We are now trying to block the monsters that have entered the forest defense line, we cannot Give them a chance to coalesce and form and enter civilization to spread pollution..."

The human commander took orders in a solemn voice, while Lomar passed him and walked towards the ancient guardian tree not far away.

The elf rangers who were taking care of the giant tree immediately saluted their supreme commander, and one of the rangers said in a deep voice, "General, its condition is very bad..."

Lomar nodded and came to the foot of the ancient guardian tree. He saw that the guardian of the forest seemed to be falling into a short sleep. Its crown was twitching and shaking in the wind, and the mottled ancient bark There are shocking scars all over, the sap flowing from the trunk has been condensed and dried in the roasting of fire and smoke, and the foul power of the aberration has left irreversible corrosion marks in those wounds.

How many deadly attacks has this venerable guardian helped the humans and elves on the defense line to resist?

The guardian ancient tree, which is the main force of the Gaoling Kingdom located in the southern part of the wasteland of Gondor, is used to resist the erosion of the wasteland. These permanent tree guards made by druid spells were originally created by the silver elves from the remote southern island They were brought to the Loren Continent and planted on the northern border of the Gaoling Kingdom. After seven centuries of growth, they have grown into forests along this long border—but they have suffered a heavy blow today.

Facing the vast wasteland of Gondor, every border country has its own defense against the wasteland. Old Anzu has the natural dark mountains and the Cecil line of defense, and Typhon has the border swamp water system and powerful magicians. The Knights, the Ogulei tribal country has unique mountain barriers and brave orc mountain warriors, while the Gaoling Kingdom... There was originally only an open plain and gentle hills between this country and the wasteland of Gondor. Without natural dangers to rely on, their only reliance against the wasteland is these ancient guardian trees planted by the elves, as well as the flesh and blood of the frontier warriors from generation to generation.

Kala... Kala...

The sound of wooden structure rubbing suddenly came, and the ancient guardian tree that had fallen into a short dormancy seemed to sense the approach of Lomar's breath. This ancient and respectable magic guardian woke up, its crown was about to shake, and the bark Half of the ravine looked like an old wrinkled face and turned to the side of the Ranger General. A trembling sound that only elves could understand came to Lomar's ears from the scorched branches and leaves: "Need me to fight? General ?”

"You need to rest," Lomar said slowly, "We have temporarily eliminated the enemies around here."

"There are still many enemies..." The ancient tree made a creaking sound, "They are spreading in the forest... They have lost their minds, but they spread more widely like a plague, my brothers and sisters... there are many No sound has been made, General, I can smell the forest burning, and those plagues have ignited the poisonous fel flames, roasting my brothers and sisters..."

Lomar's tone was flat and cold: "We will 'purify' these plagues, and those monsters will turn into mud and become the nutrients for your brothers and sisters in the coming year."

"Purification... is very good, but they are not good nutrients..." the ancient tree murmured, his voice getting deeper and deeper, "They... taste disgusting, not as good as soil..."

The ancient tree spoke slowly. This guardian who has been rooted on the border for hundreds of years seems to have accumulated considerable wisdom in its long life. It seems to want to use its own humor to amuse the general next to it. However, Lomar Without showing the slightest smile, he just watched silently the branches of the ancient tree drooping little by little, watching its bark and roots be as stiff and still as real plants, and the magic power flowing in it finally gradually dissipated. It completely quieted down, no longer making any "spiritual" sounds.

The wind blows from afar, and the dry branches and leaves of the guardian ancient tree tremble in the air, making a series of rushing sounds. It is dead, rooted in the land it has guarded for seven hundred years, standing tall and straight, dying In this sun-fading dawn.

Lomar stared at the dead guardian for a long time, and an elf ranger next to him said softly: "It was planted by the Queen and Master Verania..."

Lomar didn't speak, he just took a deep breath, put his hand on the dry, mottled and scarred trunk of the ancient tree, he wanted to say a brief farewell to this comrade in arms, and then went to organize the soldiers to join the battle. It was a battle, but at this moment, a certain indescribable "throbbing" feeling suddenly came to his heart, making his movements subconsciously pause for a second.

The invisible wind blows through the entire forest in this second, and the invisible force blows through every inch of land in the forest defense line.

The rangers next to them seemed to have sensed something too. They raised their heads in astonishment, trying to find the source of the wind, but only saw that all the treetops around them were rustling in the wind, and all the plants in the forest were catering to the force of the wind. , this forest that was slowly dying seemed to come to life in an instant, and even the foul and pungent smell in the air seemed to be gradually dissipating.

With a move in his heart, Lomar subconsciously looked at the ancient guardian tree that had just died, and saw some tender shoots growing silently from the latter's skin, and the already completely dead and stiff branches also became green again in the wind. Softened, he looked in the direction of the forest sea in the distance again in astonishment, and saw the green waves agitating layer by layer-the next second, a voice that he was familiar with at the moment, but which sounded particularly majestic at the moment, was heard in the common voice of countless ancient trees. The resonant sound resounded through the entire forest:

"Subjects of the Silver Empire and allies of the Gaoling Kingdom, I am the Silver Queen, Belsetia Morningstar.

"I have returned here, and now I speak to you through this forest.

"The enemy's backup has been cut off, the gap in the wasteland has been sealed, the pollution pervading the land has begun to dissipate, the most difficult stage is over - our defense line is still there, and the homeland behind us is also gone. still.

"Across the border of the wasteland, various fronts of the Alliance are still fighting fiercely. The entire civilized world has not been defeated by the impact of those monsters. I have received news from the north of the mainland, and I am sure that the reinforcements sent from the south will soon be here. will reach the front.

"But before that, the mutants wandering in the forest barrier are still threatening our homeland and our blood relatives. Driven by instinct, these blind and ignorant monsters will continue to spread towards the direction of the lights of civilization, and we... It is the frontier of civilization itself.

"Here, as the Silver Queen and as a mortal compatriot, I implore everyone in the forest barrier to continue to fight bravely, guard the land under your feet, guard the comrade-in-arms beside you, and guard this forest—no matter How, we have no step back.

"Compatriots, persevere, persevere until the arrival of reinforcements, after today, no matter where history goes, our descendants will always remember this day--

"Today, mortals live forever!"

The wind whizzed past the forest, and all the leaves and branches roared at this moment. The entire forest barrier seemed to recover from the twilight in an instant. In the morning light that gradually diffused on the horizon, Lomar seemed to hear To the mountain howl and tsunami emanating from the forest itself.

"General..." A ranger beside him said, the young soldier had a mixed expression of confusion and excitement on his face, "Just now that was..."

"It's our queen," Lomar took a breath, lifted the long sword in his hand, and looked at his soldiers, a fiery flame ignited in the depths of his eyes again, "Did you hear the order, soldier? !"

"Yes, General!"

...

"Is that all right?"

On the south side of the crashed area of ​​the Temple of Stars, on the edge of the forest defense line, the figure of the giant deer Amorn is hidden between a collapsed boulder and dead and burnt forest debris. Belsetia stands on the shoulder of the giant deer, looking out Looking at the forest barrier defense line still shrouded in flames of war in the distance, he bowed his head and said to Amorn.

"That's all right," Amon nodded lightly, "This forest has begun to regenerate, but more important than that is the regeneration of 'hope'—not many people still have the energy and ability to pay attention to it." The overall change in the forest, but everyone here has heard your voice."

"...I'm going back to them." Belsetia said softly.

Amoen didn't speak for a while, he just looked at the forest for a long time, looking at the silver people who were fighting in the forest, and after a long time, he squeezed out some deep voices from his throat:

"Then... I'm going back to where I should be."

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