Chapter 345 Guthias Tree (Modified, Thanks to Super Silver League Ksg, Magic Feather)

The werewolf leader Dunn stared at a pair of round gray eyes, and rushed forward angrily.

His eyes shone like solid marble. Alan felt his piercing gaze as if to pierce Drogon.

Dunn suddenly pulled out a wand from his sleeve, pointed at Drogon, "Avada Kedavra."

The green light hit Drogon, Drogon's eyes dimmed a little, he shook his head, his body shook slightly, and then regained his spirit.

Seeing this, Dunn desperately cast a death curse and shot at Drogon.

Luna pressed herself against Drogon, dodging the Killing Curse.

Seeing this, Allen quickly teleported over, took over the battle, and also fought back with the Killing Curse.

Dunn jumped up nimbly, distanced himself and hid behind a tree on one side, then continued to poke his head out, gasping for breath, and attacked Allen.

Because Allen, who was pulled away from the distance, had enough time to pull up a dirt wall with the transformation technique, and then he fought back at an unimaginable speed, and finally one of the green lights accurately hit Dunn who had no time to retract.

Dunn's eyes widened with anger, his face was filled with disbelief, and he fell to the ground with his head up.

"It's really useless." A giant monster came out from the shadow of the ancient tree, and said in a drawn-out voice with malicious intent.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked.

"I'm Belik, and I'm called the Exile. Eustajel thinks I'm heretic, just because I dare to enhance the power of nature in ways that fools can never imagine. But I don't care. Even if they So what if you kick me out? The Guthias tree has made my long-held dream come true."

Belik looked at the ancient tree with great eagerness and admiration.

"It seems a little crazy." Hermione looked at Alan in surprise.

Allen nodded, and continued to ask: "Can the Guthias tree realize your dream?"

"Of course, it's beautiful! It's such a beauty, isn't it? It looks dead, but it's alive. Long, long ago, there was a temple here, and the god made a stake take root and grow into this tree. Big tree, bringing nature's darkest forces to the brave who dare to try."

Belik seemed to be immersed in some kind of fantasy and couldn't extricate himself. Perhaps it was because he had absolute confidence in himself, or this ancient tree, and he almost answered every question.

"What's going on with those two people?" Allen pointed to a man and a woman standing under the tree.

"They are the beginning of the extension of the Guthias tree, and the Guthias tree accepted them. Now they only obey my orders, just like withered young trees, you can't save them." Bellick's tone was extremely proud.

"What is a withered sapling?" Allen asked.

"The seeds of the Guthias tree will grow into withered young trees. Useless werewolves sow the seeds of the Guthias tree on the surface, and these wretched creatures want to spread their wolf's poison through those apples. But it doesn't matter, although The Guthias tree cannot assimilate the werewolves, but the wolf poison will eventually be resisted by the efficacy of the apple. This is no different from my plan, and soon, the descendants of the Guthias tree will spread all over the surface world."

After speaking, Belik looked at a man and a woman standing under the tree.

Allen also followed his gaze and noticed the clues. The two people standing under the tree had lost consciousness, and their skin had hardened like bark.

Belik looked at Allen with ill intent again, "Although you may eventually become part of the compost heap because of the withered young trees, it's better to become an extension of the Guthias tree. Anyway, if you still If you don't plan to leave, then face the cruelest ending!"

Suddenly, some tree-shaped creatures appeared in the field. They were about three and a half feet tall, with branches that looked like human limbs, with no leaves growing on them.

The faces of the withered saplings looked like werewolf heads carved from tree trunks. They opened their long mouths wide, stretched out their long claws, and rushed towards Alan and them quickly.

"Drogon, Dragon's Breath." Luna patted Drogon lightly,

Drogon roared and opened his mouth wide, spraying black and red flames all over the sky towards these withered saplings.

These saplings that were still attacking frantically turned to ashes much faster than those werewolves, and soon the ground was gray and black.

"Let me advise you, it's better to leave as soon as possible. You don't think that my means are just these withered saplings." Bellik yelled frantically.

However, Allen's eyes remained firm, and they were not shaken by his words.

Under the ancient tree, the two people standing still like wood carvings suddenly came to life, drew out their wands and attacked Allen.

"The thorns are entangled." The wizard holding the thorns wand made a sound mechanically.

The weeds, shrubs, and branches in the cave began to kink and tangle, turning into a cage of thorns, and buckled at Alan.

"The fire is raging." Before it hit Allen's head, it was immediately burned to pieces by the fire cast by Hermione who was on the side.

However, the wizard was very calm and still cast spells one after another.

The three of Allen immediately shot the killing curse, however, the spell hit them, making a sound like hitting gold and stone.

"The Avada Kedavra has no effect on them." Hermione said in surprise, seeing the two who continued to attack as if nothing happened.

"That's because they have been assimilated by the ancient trees, and they can no longer be counted as human beings, or even as individual existence." Allen changed his strategy, and used the synergistic raging fire to attack the second man who could only cast spells mechanically. people.

The two people in the fire didn't say a word, as if they didn't feel pain, they raised their flaming arms and gave each other "clear spring like water".

However, before the fire on them was extinguished, Allen's attack came again-it was the blasting curse.

The two people seemed to have been planted with a bomb, and they exploded from the middle in an instant, falling apart.

Meanwhile, Belik continued to summon withered saplings to attack Drogon.

Drogon paid no heed to the provocation of the young trees, and breathed out his dragon's breath, burning them up.

"Berwick knows that sending these saplings out is death, why does he keep sending them out?" Hermione asked strangely.

Allen's eyes flashed, and he looked at the ancient tree-the Gusias tree.

"Hermione, Luna, get out of here first." Allen shouted suddenly.

Hermione immediately turned and ran.

After Luna instructed Drogon to breathe out the dragon's breath, he also turned around and left.

Allen followed and retreated, and then Fiendfire spewed out of his wand, heading straight for the Guthias tree.

The flames, which cannot be delicately controlled, began to deform automatically, turning into a large group of beasts composed of fire: salamanders, chimeras, and dragons, they rose, fell, and rose again.

The branches and branches of ancient trees that have grown for an unknown number of years fell into their mouths with fangs, fell on their feet with sharp claws, and were finally swallowed up by hellish fire.

Belik screamed in despair, he recognized Alan's spell-Fiercefire Curse.

He threw away the things in his hand in frustration, and with a decisive gesture, he rushed towards Alan outside the door.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the door, he fell to the ground with unwillingness and despair, turning into powder.