Age of Adepts

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

When it echoed in the surrounding forest, two tall ancient trees on the edge of Rutherland village suddenly moved a little.

Ah……

A strange, long, old voice echoed in the woods, and the two giant ancient trees, up to seventy-eight meters high, suddenly shook their bodies and appeared a human face on the dry trunk.

“Yes... who... who... who... wake up... I... you little elves, can't you let me sleep a little longer?” An ancient tree swayed its body, pulling its roots out of the dirt with difficulty, whimpering.

It starts to speak very slowly and doesn't seem to have fully woken up from a deep, long sleep. But when it stood tall, the speed of speech finally returned to normal.

“Hey, where did this little bug come from... how could there be so many? ”

After looking around with the face that emerged in the middle of the trunk, the two trees finally realized it was not right.

What a troublesome little bug... this is a terrible bug!

Two tall trees shook their bodies, shook black worms climbing all over their trunks down the floor, and then lifted their thick wooden legs, which were tangled by countless roots and roots, and stepped down hard.

dōng dōng dōng.

Four dull wooden stumps smashed the floor and the loud, thick legs filled with a circle of wooden texture stepped on countless bugs. As the two trees lifted their feet again, the large, flat floor was filled with leached purple black blood sauce and stinky yellow worm juice.

“Enemies... enemies... destroy enemies...”

Two tree elves roared angrily and strode forward, attacking the insect herd with great effort.

And the way they go, Heran is where the flute sounds!

The bug witch, Billy Smurfette, hid in the corner of the battlefield and looked at what was happening on the battlefield with her strange eyes. If you add those eye worms that haunt the forest, the entire village of Rutherland is under close surveillance for five miles.

As a bug witch, he doesn't have the low-level fun of other wizards who like to come to the scene and enjoy boxing to the flesh. For him, all that was before him was the final struggle of the prey before it was served on the plate.

He is enjoying a feast of joy, and it is nothing but his blood!

He did not have to compete with a group of ‘foods' that were destined to be devoured in order to demonstrate personal courage, but the only thing he needed to do was wait… wait for the food to be baked just right and then swallowed by him.

Looking at the two tops of the earth, a bloody path of trees in the swarm, Billis could not see the half-silk of anxiety and heartache on the head of the worm hidden in the shadow of the forest. His purple eyes flashed in the dark and were manipulating and directing the tide in a way that was unique to the bug man.

On this journey, he has gradually destroyed two elf villages and countless animals and warcraft in the magical forest. It was by virtue of their flesh and blood that Billis pulled up this incredible army of alien worms.

But even at this point, his men had a terrible bug army of 150,000 bugs, and he still fell short of his limits. With his current strength, even if he doubled the bug army in front of him, he could manipulate it perfectly.

Where the hell is the evolutionary path of a bug witch?

Nobody knows.

Reinforcement may be a means to transform him into a terrible fierce warworm with a horizontal battlefield and the joy of wanton killing. But doing so also puts the body in the most dangerous position at all times. And in Billis' character, obviously, he doesn't like to throw his head off, let alone care about any personal humiliation.

So he chose the evolutionary path of reinforcing the bug population without hesitation!

In this way, he will be able to manipulate more swarms and give some strange fighting power. And as the killings of the flock evolve, so does his owner, who unwittingly becomes stronger. More importantly, he became almost immortal because of his countless identities.

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

For Billis, that's actually what appeals to him the most!

And this evolutionary path is undoubtedly best suited to his personality.

As the owner of the herd, these low-ranking maggots won't wrinkle his eyebrows even if they're damaged more. The only ones who can drive his mind are the warworms with strange fighting abilities.

Warworms have evolved from the original black beetle to the later scorpion, and from the scorpion to the now demonized mantis, and their attack is multiplying. Three demonized mantis formed a battle squad on a tall tree hall platform in the distance, which has put the wolves and lives of those two high-ranking elves on the line.

Seeing that the two goblins were also going to come in and rescue the elves, the bug witch, Billis, gave the order in secret.

Within the tall ancient tree crown, a black lightning bolt pulled up a long string of phantoms, surrounding them from all angles.

Huge tides of worms are indeed a great deterrent to weak elves. But when they are faced with tall, stretched, rough, and bloody trees, the madness of insect swarms can hardly cause fatal damage in the short term.

So the two tree goblins took the heavy steps of shaking the mountains, one blood pit at a time, and as they struggled toward the elves, their bodies were swarming with the sand that the bark armor devoured.

But the bugs were also killed and injured very badly by the tree's counterattack!

The two trees walking forward suddenly stopped and raised their floating faces, staring nervously at the approaching black figure.

Unlike the tide of worms that are clustered around them, these strange warworms are the ones that can really do them terrible harm, so they have to be nervous!

According to the division of the Wizard World's biological hierarchy, tree warriors in the Elf Kingdom should belong to the first level of advanced strength, while dead wood guards belong to the second level of primary strength. As for the trees that have not yet been promoted, they belong to the rank of quasi-woman.

But such a one-size-fits-all division can hardly truly reflect the true power of the strange creatures of the high demon world.

As far as the trees in front of them are concerned, they are still in their infancy and do not cross the first threshold of advancement in life. Measuring their combined strength, however, they hold the title of Quasi-Wiper, but can easily dry down a squad of first-level sworddancers or elf archers.

So, for these two goblins, the bug witch Billis didn't take it lightly or underestimate anything, sending up to sixteen demonized mantis as soon as he did.

The demonized mantis, one metre five, looks like a bean sprouts next to potatoes in front of an eight-metre-tall giant tree. But these sixteen bean sprouts are filled with fang liqueurs and that daunting sickle of terror.

Sixteen demonized mantis have turned into sixteen black lightning bolts, surrounded by two trees. Once they seize the opportunity, they will jump from behind the elves, splash the wood chips that cut the skin of the elves with the serrated giant sickle forelimbs, and splash the tree juice.

Two tree essences hummed low, spinning in an unreliable circle, waving a tough tree vine wrapped around his body with a big wooden hand, trying to punch that black figure.

Unfortunately, with their slow and clumsy movements, even if the blood of the worms pounded by the tide is splashed, the crusts cannot be scattered to the detriment of the demonized mantis. And their indiscriminate actions also leaked more harm to themselves.

Sixteen demonized mantis circle around the two tree essences like a walking lantern, sometimes plunging up and chopping them off. Then wait for the other party to lift the whip and quickly flap their wings to escape their range of attack.

Almost half an hour of kung fu, the stubborn armor of the two tree essence swords has been scarred, and there are terrible scratches of cross and cross, many of which have cut through the armor of the tree, directly hurting the inside of the tree essence.

One of the two goblins appeared with a firm divine colour on his wrinkled face, lifting his thick right foot and stamping it hard.

The whole earth began to tremble slightly with a thud.

The tree essence howled and, prompted by the immense vitality of its body, its right foot, which had been entangled by countless roots and roots, was inserted into the earth and then re-transformed into thousands of serpentine rootstocks, drilling in all directions.

Next, within twenty meters of the trees, the earth collapsed, the earth rolled over, countless roots had to be protruded from the ground, and all living creatures on the ground were tightly bound.

These include a myriad of insects and three magical mantis that can't fly.

“Garul, you go, take the elves away... I'll take care of this!” The tree elf roared angrily, urging his companions to leave quickly.

Another tree elf turned back with grief and finally turned to the elf tree house after a glance at the companion who had chosen to make the sacrifice.

Its head is incredibly tall and all it needs to do is stretch out its arms over the ancient trees and the elves above can leap into its woodsy crown.

By this time, the climbing black bugs had pushed the elves to the height of the tree crown of the surviving ancient tree. There they were forced to die guarding the last tract of pure earth.

Less than half an hour into the war, 67 elves have more than twenty left.

The rest were either thrown down by demonized mantis and dragged into the bug tide, or lost their feet and fell into ancient trees, swallowed up by the bug tide without knowing where they were going. Anyway, a fierce young man!

So suddenly, the trees came to the rescue, and they climbed into the tree crown of the trees, fleeing the ancient tree of the elves, which was about to be swallowed up by black worms.

After taking over the elves, the only remaining tree genie waved a tree whip and drove his hands around a volatile demonized mantis, traveling to dense and numb insects and struggling to reach deep into the forest.

Behind its lonely shadow, the tree genie who chose to stay has fallen silently.

The shouting and killing all the way, the fighting all the way, began to gradually extend towards the distance...