Chapter 359: Defend
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To the west of the castle, the forest hidden by thick fog was completely under the control of the wood elves' magus. Forests with living trees could be a lethal weapon in the hands of wood elves like King of Mirkwood, Haladar, and Queen of Vanyar, Leena.
The vines of tree roots had entangled the legs of the wolves who had come from the west because the wood elves' magus was controlling them.
Lord Haladar seemed to be frowning, concentrating fully without blinking a glance at the trees in the forest from a distance. There was still a painful wound in his heart after discovering the harsh reality of his son's fate who had become a bone in the castle, so Lord Haladar wanted to avenge his son's death.
SRRRAK!
[Earthbind] [Tier level 6]
The [Earthbind] magic succeeded in compelling the root of the trees hidden underground to grow beyond its limit, spreading very long and then sticking out above the ground. Under his control, the living roots of the trees immediately bound anything that moved near them tightly.
It didn't take long for the wolves' feet that were running on the forest ground surface to be instantly bound by the roots of the trees. This caused most of the wolves to fall, ending up becoming the footing of thousands of wolves running after them. The fate of those unlucky wolves were simple, bodies destroyed entirely and ended up meeting their death instantly.
While the wolves were wrecked by the living roots controlled by Lord Haladar, Queen Leena also didn't remain still. She quickly brought her arms parallel to her chest, preparing traps for wolves by using magic spell tier 6.
CRACK! SRAKKK!
[Bramble Maze]
Queen Leena created a maze of brambles that grew in the targeted area after just one second. Wolves that ran into the brambles area were rooted in place, they would not be able to move any inches. Moreover, the bramble's bonds tightened each time the wolves struggled to free themselves.
SPLAT!
Hundreds of strong and longer than 10 inches thorns suddenly appeared on the brambles, stabbing the trapped wolves' body until they died on the spot with blood gushing in all directions. The moment they sensed their prey had died, the living Bramble immediately let go of its restraints.
Watching all this, Tristan smirked, excited.
BLARR!
Returning to the east side, another loud deafening explosion sound originating from the high tier magic from the high elven elder Osgiliath that he had just performed made Tristan startle.
The [Storm Heist] that Osgiliath had cast managed to create a gigantic vortex of wind with bolts of lightning flashing continuously from its surface.
The giant vortex managed to attract dozens of wolves coming from the east at once, grinding them at a speed of more than 300 meters per second. When the vortex spewed out those wolves, their bodies had all dried up because it lost all the fluids in them, especially the blood.
Even though the magus elves had cast their mighty magic, the night wolves who survived and managed to break through were still thousands in number. It was as if the fierce attacks of the strongest elves had only managed to finish off a small part of their clan.
The distance between the elves and wolves was getting shorter. Thus, close combat was inevitable.
The saint level high elves who were already prepared with swords and shields in both hands had just completed their strongest buff spells [Bless] to strengthen their body and speed up their movement in attack and dodge.
CLANK!
SWITCH!
Swinging their swords with the help of the wind buff, the saint level high elves managed to keep up with the speed of the wolves, who only used their canines and sharp claws as weapons.
The melee combat looked very difficult. The number of enemies of the elves was too much. The ratio of the number of elves and wolves troops was one in one hundred.
SPLAT!
Hanz, the Kingsblade warrior from the Arcadia Kingdom, wielding two long swords with metallic black blades in both hands, slashed the bodies of the two night wolves vertically into two halves.
Hanz stomped on the upper bodies of the two lifeless wolves, giving him a foothold to launch himself towards the ten nearby night wolves. They were growling, grinning through their sharp teeth furiously, responding to Hanz's gaze with their shiny black eyes.
HOWWL–
SPLAT!
A night wolf's head fell to the ground in front of Hanz after he slashed it, when the wolf in front of him suddenly roared loudly.
"Return to where you came from, Beast!!"
Despite being very confident at first, hundreds of wolves had now surrounded Hanz while continuing to growl, responding to the call of the wolf that had been beheaded by him.
Hanz gulped as he realized his suddenly difficult position. When he saw around him, only the wolves grinning, baring their fangs that he could see.
Then suddenly, help came.
SPLAT!
A powerful swing of a silver blade with a wide base managed to slash the belly of one of the wolves that were surrounding Hanz, making it collapse instantly into two pieces.
It was a 1.5-metre long sword with a silver blade and golden guard. The blade was wider on the base part, which led to a heavier swing. Another powerful sword belongs to the former king of Arcadia, Callan.
"Don't let your guard down!" Callan shouted.
CLANK! SWITCH!
The Kingsblade warrior, Hanz, and his Arcadian King, Callan, turned their backs on each other, continuing to swing their swords at the wolves. They kept repeatedly jumping at the two, intending to pounce on them directly.
Wolves who were injured while getting a scratch from the sword or were cut by their large claws immediately pulled themselves back.
Fortunately although these wolves have high regeneration ability, not all of these different kind of wolves have one as crazy as the Night wolves.
Meanwhile, in the castle on the top floor, Tristan looked very disappointed after seeing Callan's appearance and his success in rescuing his Kingsblade warrior, Hanz. Too bad, he had been in a threatened position.
The battle between the elves and wolves had already lasted for more than 30 minutes. However, so far, no elves have been killed. Not even a level saint high elve had returned to the castle to ask to be healed for being injured. It made Tristan even more annoyed.
However, suddenly someone shouted from within the castle downstairs–
"AAAARGH!"
Tristan immediately rushed to the stairs to check if any elves were killed downstairs. He followed a female saint level high elve who had descended the stairs ahead of him with enthusiasm.
However, Levi and the 5 wounded elves seemed to start moving strangely downstairs.
Their bones snapped into new positions, lengthen, and pop through the skin and back into place. Their skin looked like a shred in some places and stretched in others.
"Are you okay?" the saint level high elve asked carefully while approaching them.
But, suddenly–
SPLAT!
Levi and 5 wounded elves jump over her and tear her apart. Not long after, six of them lifted their faces and stared at Tristan with their new yellow-glowing eyes. Their pupils started to dilate, just like predators finding their prey.
"Damn, apparently I chose the wrong place to be."
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To the west of the castle, the forest hidden by thick fog was completely under the control of the wood elves' magus. Forests with living trees could be a lethal weapon in the hands of wood elves like King of Mirkwood, Haladar, and Queen of Vanyar, Leena.
The vines of tree roots had entangled the legs of the wolves who had come from the west because the wood elves' magus was controlling them.
Lord Haladar seemed to be frowning, concentrating fully without blinking a glance at the trees in the forest from a distance. There was still a painful wound in his heart after discovering the harsh reality of his son's fate who had become a bone in the castle, so Lord Haladar wanted to avenge his son's death.
SRRRAK!
[Earthbind] [Tier level 6]
The [Earthbind] magic succeeded in compelling the root of the trees hidden underground to grow beyond its limit, spreading very long and then sticking out above the ground. Under his control, the living roots of the trees immediately bound anything that moved near them tightly.
It didn't take long for the wolves' feet that were running on the forest ground surface to be instantly bound by the roots of the trees. This caused most of the wolves to fall, ending up becoming the footing of thousands of wolves running after them. The fate of those unlucky wolves were simple, bodies destroyed entirely and ended up meeting their death instantly.
While the wolves were wrecked by the living roots controlled by Lord Haladar, Queen Leena also didn't remain still. She quickly brought her arms parallel to her chest, preparing traps for wolves by using magic spell tier 6.
CRACK! SRAKKK!
[Bramble Maze]
Queen Leena created a maze of brambles that grew in the targeted area after just one second. Wolves that ran into the brambles area were rooted in place, they would not be able to move any inches. Moreover, the bramble's bonds tightened each time the wolves struggled to free themselves.
SPLAT!
Hundreds of strong and longer than 10 inches thorns suddenly appeared on the brambles, stabbing the trapped wolves' body until they died on the spot with blood gushing in all directions. The moment they sensed their prey had died, the living Bramble immediately let go of its restraints.
Watching all this, Tristan smirked, excited.
BLARR!
Returning to the east side, another loud deafening explosion sound originating from the high tier magic from the high elven elder Osgiliath that he had just performed made Tristan startle.
The [Storm Heist] that Osgiliath had cast managed to create a gigantic vortex of wind with bolts of lightning flashing continuously from its surface.
The giant vortex managed to attract dozens of wolves coming from the east at once, grinding them at a speed of more than 300 meters per second. When the vortex spewed out those wolves, their bodies had all dried up because it lost all the fluids in them, especially the blood.
Even though the magus elves had cast their mighty magic, the night wolves who survived and managed to break through were still thousands in number. It was as if the fierce attacks of the strongest elves had only managed to finish off a small part of their clan.
The distance between the elves and wolves was getting shorter. Thus, close combat was inevitable.
The saint level high elves who were already prepared with swords and shields in both hands had just completed their strongest buff spells [Bless] to strengthen their body and speed up their movement in attack and dodge.
CLANK!
SWITCH!
Swinging their swords with the help of the wind buff, the saint level high elves managed to keep up with the speed of the wolves, who only used their canines and sharp claws as weapons.
The melee combat looked very difficult. The number of enemies of the elves was too much. The ratio of the number of elves and wolves troops was one in one hundred.
SPLAT!
Hanz, the Kingsblade warrior from the Arcadia Kingdom, wielding two long swords with metallic black blades in both hands, slashed the bodies of the two night wolves vertically into two halves.
Hanz stomped on the upper bodies of the two lifeless wolves, giving him a foothold to launch himself towards the ten nearby night wolves. They were growling, grinning through their sharp teeth furiously, responding to Hanz's gaze with their shiny black eyes.
HOWWL–
SPLAT!
A night wolf's head fell to the ground in front of Hanz after he slashed it, when the wolf in front of him suddenly roared loudly.
"Return to where you came from, Beast!!"
Despite being very confident at first, hundreds of wolves had now surrounded Hanz while continuing to growl, responding to the call of the wolf that had been beheaded by him.
Hanz gulped as he realized his suddenly difficult position. When he saw around him, only the wolves grinning, baring their fangs that he could see.
Then suddenly, help came.
SPLAT!
A powerful swing of a silver blade with a wide base managed to slash the belly of one of the wolves that were surrounding Hanz, making it collapse instantly into two pieces.
It was a 1.5-metre long sword with a silver blade and golden guard. The blade was wider on the base part, which led to a heavier swing. Another powerful sword belongs to the former king of Arcadia, Callan.
"Don't let your guard down!" Callan shouted.
CLANK! SWITCH!
The Kingsblade warrior, Hanz, and his Arcadian King, Callan, turned their backs on each other, continuing to swing their swords at the wolves. They kept repeatedly jumping at the two, intending to pounce on them directly.
Wolves who were injured while getting a scratch from the sword or were cut by their large claws immediately pulled themselves back.
Fortunately although these wolves have high regeneration ability, not all of these different kind of wolves have one as crazy as the Night wolves.
Meanwhile, in the castle on the top floor, Tristan looked very disappointed after seeing Callan's appearance and his success in rescuing his Kingsblade warrior, Hanz. Too bad, he had been in a threatened position.
The battle between the elves and wolves had already lasted for more than 30 minutes. However, so far, no elves have been killed. Not even a level saint high elve had returned to the castle to ask to be healed for being injured. It made Tristan even more annoyed.
However, suddenly someone shouted from within the castle downstairs–
"AAAARGH!"
Tristan immediately rushed to the stairs to check if any elves were killed downstairs. He followed a female saint level high elve who had descended the stairs ahead of him with enthusiasm.
However, Levi and the 5 wounded elves seemed to start moving strangely downstairs.
Their bones snapped into new positions, lengthen, and pop through the skin and back into place. Their skin looked like a shred in some places and stretched in others.
"Are you okay?" the saint level high elve asked carefully while approaching them.
But, suddenly–
SPLAT!
Levi and 5 wounded elves jump over her and tear her apart. Not long after, six of them lifted their faces and stared at Tristan with their new yellow-glowing eyes. Their pupils started to dilate, just like predators finding their prey.
"Damn, apparently I chose the wrong place to be."
To the west of the castle, the forest hidden by thick fog was completely under the control of the wood elves' magus. Forests with living trees could be a lethal weapon in the hands of wood elves like King of Mirkwood, Haladar, and Queen of Vanyar, Leena.The vines of tree roots had entangled the legs of the wolves who had come from the west because the wood elves' magus was controlling them.Lord Haladar seemed to be frowning, concentrating fully without blinking a glance at the trees in the forest from a distance. There was still a painful wound in his heart after discovering the harsh reality of his son's fate who had become a bone in the castle, so Lord Haladar wanted to avenge his son's death.SRRRAK!Earthbind Tier level 6The Earthbind magic succeeded in compelling the root of the trees hidden underground to grow beyond its limit, spreading very long and then sticking out above the ground. Under his control, the living roots of the trees immediately bound anything that moved near them tightly.It didn't take long for the wolves' feet that were running on the forest ground surface to be instantly bound by the roots of the trees. This caused most of the wolves to fall, ending up becoming the footing of thousands of wolves running after them. The fate of those unlucky wolves were simple, bodies destroyed entirely and ended up meeting their death instantly.While the wolves were wrecked by the living roots controlled by Lord Haladar, Queen Leena also didn't remain still. She quickly brought her arms parallel to her chest, preparing traps for wolves by using magic spell tier 6.CRACK! SRAKKK!Bramble MazeQueen Leena created a maze of brambles that grew in the targeted area after just one second. Wolves that ran into the brambles area were rooted in place, they would not be able to move any inches. Moreover, the bramble's bonds tightened each time the wolves struggled to free themselves. SPLAT!Hundreds of strong and longer than 10 inches thorns suddenly appeared on the brambles, stabbing the trapped wolves' body until they died on the spot with blood gushing in all directions. The moment they sensed their prey had died, the living Bramble immediately let go of its restraints.Watching all this, Tristan smirked, excited.BLARR!Returning to the east side, another loud deafening explosion sound originating from the high tier magic from the high elven elder Osgiliath that he had just performed made Tristan startle.The Storm Heist that Osgiliath had cast managed to create a gigantic vortex of wind with bolts of lightning flashing continuously from its surface.The giant vortex managed to attract dozens of wolves coming from the east at once, grinding them at a speed of more than 300 meters per second. When the vortex spewed out those wolves, their bodies had all dried up because it lost all the fluids in them, especially the blood.Even though the magus elves had cast their mighty magic, the night wolves who survived and managed to break through were still thousands in number. It was as if the fierce attacks of the strongest elves had only managed to finish off a small part of their clan.The distance between the elves and wolves was getting shorter. Thus, close combat was inevitable.The saint level high elves who were already prepared with swords and shields in both hands had just completed their strongest buff spells Bless to strengthen their body and speed up their movement in attack and dodge.CLANK!SWITCH!Swinging their swords with the help of the wind buff, the saint level high elves managed to keep up with the speed of the wolves, who only used their canines and sharp claws as weapons.The melee combat looked very difficult. The number of enemies of the elves was too much. The ratio of the number of elves and wolves troops was one in one hundred.SPLAT!Hanz, the Kingsblade warrior from the Arcadia Kingdom, wielding two long swords with metallic black blades in both hands, slashed the bodies of the two night wolves vertically into two halves.Hanz stomped on the upper bodies of the two lifeless wolves, giving him a foothold to launch himself towards the ten nearby night wolves. They were growling, grinning through their sharp teeth furiously, responding to Hanz's gaze with their shiny black eyes.HOWWLSPLAT!A night wolf's head fell to the ground in front of Hanz after he slashed it, when the wolf in front of him suddenly roared loudly."Return to where you came from, Beast!!"Despite being very confident at first, hundreds of wolves had now surrounded Hanz while continuing to growl, responding to the call of the wolf that had been beheaded by him.Hanz gulped as he realized his suddenly difficult position. When he saw around him, only the wolves grinning, baring their fangs that he could see.Then suddenly, help came.SPLAT!A powerful swing of a silver blade with a wide base managed to slash the belly of one of the wolves that were surrounding Hanz, making it collapse instantly into two pieces.It was a 1.5-metre long sword with a silver blade and golden guard. The blade was wider on the base part, which led to a heavier swing. Another powerful sword belongs to the former king of Arcadia, Callan."Don't let your guard down!" Callan shouted.CLANK! SWITCH!The Kingsblade warrior, Hanz, and his Arcadian King, Callan, turned their backs on each other, continuing to swing their swords at the wolves. They kept repeatedly jumping at the two, intending to pounce on them directly.Wolves who were injured while getting a scratch from the sword or were cut by their large claws immediately pulled themselves back.Fortunately although these wolves have high regeneration ability, not all of these different kind of wolves have one as crazy as the Night wolves.Meanwhile, in the castle on the top floor, Tristan looked very disappointed after seeing Callan's appearance and his success in rescuing his Kingsblade warrior, Hanz. Too bad, he had been in a threatened position.The battle between the elves and wolves had already lasted for more than 30 minutes. However, so far, no elves have been killed. Not even a level saint high elve had returned to the castle to ask to be healed for being injured. It made Tristan even more annoyed.However, suddenly someone shouted from within the castle downstairs"AAAARGH!"Tristan immediately rushed to the stairs to check if any elves were killed downstairs. He followed a female saint level high elve who had descended the stairs ahead of him with enthusiasm.However, Levi and the 5 wounded elves seemed to start moving strangely downstairs.Their bones snapped into new positions, lengthen, and pop through the skin and back into place. Their skin looked like a shred in some places and stretched in others."Are you okay?" the saint level high elve asked carefully while approaching them.But, suddenlySPLAT!Levi and 5 wounded elves jump over her and tear her apart. Not long after, six of them lifted their faces and stared at Tristan with their new yellow-glowing eyes. Their pupils started to dilate, just like predators finding their prey."Damn, apparently I chose the wrong place to be."
