Krak...Boom!

The majestic ancient trees with hundreds of years of history rose from the fertile forest soil and rushed towards the distorted bodies that were gushing out from the intersection. With a series of xylem friction, the heavy branches of the ancient tree fell from the air, smashing the deformed monsters into a pool of meat mud. Behind the ancient tree, the elite rangers had already bent their bows and arrows. The surface of the specially made enchanted longbow shone with the brilliance of runes. The front end of the precision-processed arrows rippled with three blue cyclones, and the buzzing sound of the air resonance sounded.

"All charge-aim and release!"

The commander's voice sounded on the high ground, and more than a dozen arrows filled with arcane energy passed the scorched canopy of the Guardian ancient tree under the blue wind blade, and fell at the end of the road intersection in the distance with a parabola. A group of monsters who escaped the heavy blow of the ancient tree had just staggered up from the ground, and the arrows penetrated their bodies one after another. Then the energy in the arrows triggered a series of explosions in their bodies. In the rising smoke and flames, this wave of monsters that rushed out of the dense forest was finally completely wiped out.

"The first team rests on the spot, the second team recovers arrows, and the medical soldiers come to rescue the wounded!" A human commander walked down from the nearby small high ground and gave orders among the soldiers. He had bandages wrapped around his head. The originally white cloth strip had been stained with black red by blood and smoke. The enchanted sword in his hand was covered with blood. The originally filled magical light was extremely dim at this moment. He was very tired and his eyes were covered with blood, but his voice was still loud. At this moment, only this loud voice could support the soldiers to continue to support here.

Not far away, the tall and majestic guardian ancient tree made a series of tired creaking sounds. It took heavy steps to the edge of the battlefield and plunged its roots into the land. While absorbing the limited nutrients in the soil to repair its own trauma, it worked hard to stretch the crown and towards the morning glow that had just spread out on the edge of the forest. The crown of the ancient tree had been dried and charred by flames and smoke. The only green leaves were shaking in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Several silver-haired elves stood up from among the human soldiers and walked towards the tired guardian of the 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 the elves appearing 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 held the weapons in their hands, but after seeing the source of the footsteps, the soldiers then breathed a sigh of relief and began to recover their strength and enjoy this rare breathing.

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

"No need to be polite, I'm patrolling the defense line," Lomar, a ranger general from the Silver Empire, raised his hand and interrupted the words of the human commander in front of him. He seemed to be unable to see much blood stained by killing enemies. However, the bloody and slaughtering aura revealed from every move was much stronger than everyone here. The ranger general seemed to have slaughtered hundreds of enemies on the front line, but did not let the slightest filth stain on himself. "What's the situation here?"

"The warriors' physical strength is almost at their limit, and our weapons are seriously damaged," said the human commander in a deep voice. He took an arrow that had just been recovered from the front of the soldier, pointed to the casting unit that had begun to melt at the front of the arrow and said, "The consumption of casting arrows is too serious and has become like this. I am afraid that they will melt completely if they can only last for two rounds. The conventional bows and arrows have almost no lethality to those monsters..."

Lomar's eyes fell on the magic arrow that was already at its limit, and his expression was serious and silent for a long time.

It is too expensive, and it is very difficult to produce and process this sophisticated spell casting device. Even with the joint efforts of the Silver Empire and the Kaoling Kingdom, the number of the treasury that can be collected from the national treasury is very limited. In the usual "normal war", this consumption may still be acceptable. However, the number of distorted army of troops pouring out from the wasteland is more than tens of millions? Almost all of those rough and thick monsters can be completely killed by this spell-casting weapon, and the magic weapons in the hands of the soldiers on this line of defense... are almost impossible to afford.

"...The reinforcements organized by Lord Valentian have crossed the Long Bridge of Homecomingers and will soon arrive at the front line," the Ranger General gave a light breath and told the news he had just obtained from the rear to encourage these warriors who had killed the enemy bloodily on the front line. "Including three Astrology columns and at least six Ranger Corps, your king is also mobilizing the border guards on the west and east sides, and the pressure here will be relieved soon."

"...This is indeed good news. As long as there are reinforcements, I think we can hold on until then," the human commander nodded vigorously and said in a higher tone, but then he lowered his voice again, and quickly looked back at the smoke and dust that was still rolling at the end of the forest, while asking in a hurry, "General Lomar, the situation in the temple of stars..."

"The gap from the wasteland to the defense line has been roughly blocked. Now only a few enemy troops can enter the forest barrier through the small gap next to it. The large-scale 'tide' like before will not appear again," Lomar said with a serious expression. His tone has calmed down at this moment, but the calm voice has another kind of sharpness and coldness as if it were hidden. "We are now trying to block the monsters that have entered the forest defense line, so that they can gather together and enter the civilized world to spread pollution..."

The human commander took the order in a deep voice, and Lomar passed by him and walked towards the ancient guardian tree not far away.

Several elves who were caring for the giant tree immediately saluted to their highest commander. One of the rangers said in a low voice: "General, it's in a bad situation..."

Lomar nodded and came to the foot of the ancient guardian tree. He saw that the guardian of the forest seemed to be in a short sleep. Its canopy twitched and shaking in the wind. The mottled and ancient bark was covered with shocking scars. The juice flowing from the trunks had condensed and dried up in the scorching fire and smoke, and the distorted filthy force left traces of corrosion in those wounds that could not heal.

How many fatal attacks did this respectable guardian help the humans and elves on the defense line withstand?

Guardian Ancient Tree, the main force used by the Kaoling Kingdom in the south of the Gondor wasteland to resist the erosion of wasteland. These permanent tree guards created by druid spells were initially brought by silver elves from the distant southern island to the Loren continent and planted on the northern border of the Kaoling Kingdom. After seven centuries of growth, they became forests on this long border line - but today they suffered a heavy blow.

Faced with the vast Gondor wasteland, each border country has its own reliance to resist the wasteland. Old Ansu has natural dark mountains and Cecil defense lines, Tifeng has border swamp water systems and powerful magicians, National Knights, Ogure tribe state has unique mountain barriers and brave and warlike mountain warriors of the beasts, and the Kaoling Kingdom... There was originally only an open plain and gentle hills between this country and the Gondor wasteland. In the absence of natural dangers, their reliance against the wasteland was only these ancient trees of guardians planted by the elves, as well as the flesh and blood bodies of the border warriors from generation to generation.

Kara... Kara...

The sound of friction between the wooden structure suddenly came, and the ancient guardian, who was trapped in a short hibernation, seemed to sense the approaching of the aura of Lomar. The ancient and respectable magic guardian woke up. Its crown was about to shake. The gullies on the upper half of the bark turned to the Ranger General on the side like an old face covered with wrinkles. A tremor that only the elves could understand came into Lomar's ears from the scorched branches and leaves: "I need me to fight? General?"

"You need a rest," said Lomar slowly, "we have temporarily eliminated the enemies nearby."

"There are many enemies... and there are many..." The ancient trees squeaked, "They spread in the forest... They have lost their consciousness, but they have spread more like plagues. Many of my brothers and sisters... have stopped making noises. General, I smell the forest burning, and those plagues ignited the toxic evil flames, scorching my brothers and sorrowing... "

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

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

The ancient tree said slowly. The guardian, who had been rooted on the border for hundreds of years, seemed to have accumulated considerable wisdom in his long life. It seemed to want to use its humor to make the general next to him. However, Lomar could not show any smile. He just silently watched the ancient tree hanging down its branches little by little, watching its bark and roots as stiff and still as real plants. The magic power flowing in its body finally gradually dissipated. It completely quieted and no longer made any sounds belonging to "intellectual intelligence".

The wind blows from afar, and the trunk branches and leaves of the guardian ancient tree shake in the air, making a series of rustling sounds. It dies, rooted in this land it has protected for seven hundred years, and dies in this sunny dawn with a standing upright posture.

Lomar looked at the dead guardian for a long time, and an elf ranger next to him whispered: "It was planted by the Queen and Master Vilania..."

Lomar didn't say anything. He just took a light breath and placed his hand on the dry and mottled and scarred trunk of the ancient tree. He wanted to say a brief farewell to this comrade and then organize the soldiers to join the next battle. But at this moment, a sense of indescribable "throbbing" suddenly surged into his heart, causing his movements to pause for a second.

Invisible wind blew across the entire forest in this second, and invisible force brushed through every inch of land in the forest defense line.

The rangers next to them seemed to sense something. They raised their heads in surprise and tried to find the source of the wind, but only saw all the canopies around them rustling in the wind, and all the plants in the forest were catering to the power of the wind. This forest, which was slowly entering death, seemed to have recovered in an instant, and even the dirty and pungent aura in the air seemed to gradually dissipate.

With a moving heart, Lomar subconsciously looked at the ancient tree of the guardian who had just died, and saw that some tender buds grew silently between the skin of the latter. The already dead and stiff branches became soft again in the wind. He looked in surprise and saw the green waves stimulating layer by layer. The next second, a sound that he was very familiar with at this moment, but was particularly majestic, resounded throughout the forest in the resonance of countless ancient trees:

"The people of the Silver Empire, allies of the Gaoling Kingdom, I am the Silver Queen, Belsetia Morningstar.

“I have returned here, and now I am talking to you through this forest.

"The enemy's support has been cut off, the gap in the wasteland has been blocked, the pollution that permeates this land has begun to dissipate, the most difficult stage has passed - our defense line is still there, and our homeland behind us is still there.

"On the entire wasteland border, the alliance's fronts are still fighting fiercely, and the entire civilized world has not been defeated by the impact of those monsters. I have received news from the northern part of the mainland, and I am also sure that reinforcements sent from the south will soon arrive at the front line.

"But before that, the aberrants wandering in the forest barriers were still threatening our homes and fellow blood relatives. These blind and unwise monsters would continue to spread in the direction of civilized lights driven by instinct, and we... are the borders of civilization itself.

"Here, as the Silver Queen and as a mortal compatriot, I beg everyone in the forest barrier to continue fighting bravely, guarding the land under your feet, guarding the robes of your comrades around you, guarding this forest - no matter what, we have no step to retreat.

"Comrades, persevere, persevere until reinforcements arrive. After today, no matter where history goes, our descendants will always remember this day-

"Today, mortals will last forever!"

The wind whistled over the forest, and all the leaves and branches roared at this moment. The entire forest barrier seemed to instantly recover from the dusk air. In the morning light gradually spreading on the horizon, Lomar seemed to hear the tsunami of mountains and seas emitted by the forest itself.

"General..." said a ranger beside him, with a complex expression of confusion and excitement on the face of the young soldier, "That was..."

"It's our queen," Lomar took a breath and lifted the sword in his hand. He looked at his soldier, and once again a burning flame ignited in the depths of his eyes, "Have you heard the order, soldier?!"

"Yes, General!"

...

"Is that OK?"

On the south side of the crashed area of ​​the Star Temple, on the edge of the forest defense line, the figure of the Julu Amoen was hidden between a collapsed rock and the dead and burnt woods. Belsetia stood on the shoulder of the Julu. She looked at the forest barrier line still shrouded in the distance, and said to Amoen.

"That's all," Amoen nodded slightly, "This forest has begun to regenerate, but what is more important than this is the regeneration of 'hope' - not many people still have the energy and ability to pay attention to the overall changes in the forest, but everyone here has heard your voice."

"...I'm going back to them." Belsetia whispered.

Amoen didn't speak for a moment. He just looked at the forest for a long time, and looked at the silver people fighting in the forest. After a long time, he squeezed out some low voices from his throat:
Chapter completed!