my age of magic

Chapter 1387 191. Emerald Dream
After the barbarian slaves joined the battlefield, they immediately reversed the stalemate.

After Earl Desmond saw the barbarian slaves quickly entering the battlefield, he ordered the ten great knights to lead the constructed knights to detour to the left and right flanks of the tree goblin's position, leaving the main battlefield empty for the barbarian slaves. crossbow regiment.

Seeing the barbarian slaves on the other side of the tree elf army formation, they became extremely nervous, and the elders hurriedly let the tree elf holding a vine shield come out.

There was a 'buzzing' sound of crossbow strings trembling in the camp of the barbarian slaves, and the giant crossbow arrows more than three meters long shot out in unison.

The giant crossbow made a sharp piercing sound in the air.

Amidst the shouts of the elders, a group of tree elves holding rattan shields ran to the front of the camp one after another, forming three human walls and putting on a defensive posture.

Just as the tree elves blocked the vine shields in their hands, a large number of giant crossbow arrows had already followed.

Those sharp giant crossbows easily pierced through the rattan shields in the hands of the tree goblins. The crossbow arrows pierced into the body of the tree goblins and still had no force left. They flew back with the body of the tree goblins and hit the back of the tree goblins. The crossbow arrows strung together the two tree goblins and knocked down two tree goblin fighters behind before stopping.

As for those plant-type warcraft thorn thorn vines, they were not affected by the giant crossbow arrows. They crawled along the waist-deep grass to the barbarian slave army formation 500 meters away. The goblin elders blew their whistles, and the barbed thorns retreated quietly.

Thousands of tree goblins continued to disperse and retreat northwestward.

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They brought hundreds of barbed thorn vines under the cover of grass and swamp woodland, and continued to attack the constructed knights of the Borean Legion along the way, especially those vine-like monsters. It was not a small trouble, and the knights also lost some horses because of this. This kind of horses that can wear heavy armor on the battlefield are all excellent horses in the racecourse.

After the tree goblin retreated, some slightly wounded knights in costume skillfully wrapped a hemostatic bandage on the wound. On the grass lay a dozen war horses with broken legs. They wore thick armor and seemed to want to Struggling to stand up, but the bones of the broken leg were exposed. Although the blood had stopped, the wound still looked shocking.

Earl Desmond frowned, looked at the horse with a broken leg in front of him, raised the Seruki long sword in his hand with regret, and was about to stab it along the horse's neck.

This has almost become a practice in the Knights. Whenever a horse is injured on the battlefield and cannot follow the Knights to run around, and there is no logistics team to take care of these horses, the best way is to kill these wounded horses.

A delicate hand with wheat-colored skin appeared out of thin air. There were some calluses on the thumb and muzzle of this hand. It held Earl Desmond's sword blade without even worrying that the sharp blade would cut her hand.

"No need to do this, give them to the natives of Gilda, and they will get better in a short time." The person who spoke was Kalantso.

She stood in front of Earl Desmond, but her eyes fell on the wounded horse.

Earl Desmond glanced uncertainly at the native warriors of the Gilda tribe, who were currently picking up the dead wood transformed from the tree goblins on the battlefield.

Earl Desmond asked suspiciously: "Can the natives cure them?"

A confident smile appeared on Kalantso's face. Only at this time can her face look softer. Every beast girl in the tribe has a pair of sexy lips.

She said to Earl Desmond: "Every orc is an expert in bone setting, and in addition to some magical healing methods, we can also use the aboriginal magic herb ointment. Don't forget, since we and the ancient tree elves After the alliance, this place has become our home field."

I bought her four years ago at the slave market in El City.

Now, she has become a respected and qualified orc leader, and she has her own way of persuasion.

She likes to go straight and forthright, like wielding a double-edged sword wide open and closed on the battlefield, and she persuaded Earl Desmond with just a few words.

Earl Desmond inserted the Seruki long sword into the scabbard, smiled very gentlemanly at Kalancuo, and said, "Then please, Chief Kalanco."

At this time, behind Earl Desmond, a group of constructed knights clapped their hands and celebrated.

After every battle, being forced to kill some wounded horses is the last thing the Construct Knights want to see.

These war horses are the most intimate combat partners for the Constructed Knights. An excellent warhorse usually needs to spend more than a year with the knight day and night before it can become a real Constructed Knight.

Kalancuo didn't say any polite words, she waved her hand, and immediately dozens of orc warriors came out from behind her in a file. They squatted next to the horse, not in a hurry to heal the horse's leg injury, but tried to stroke the horse's forehead with their hands, and then closed their eyes to communicate on a spiritual level.

I don't know if this kind of communication is effective, but these restless war horses became quiet in front of the orc warriors, and then the orc warriors took some hay from their pockets to feed the war horses. The paralyzing fodder, after the war horses ate the forage, they lay powerlessly on the grass.At this time, the orcs began to try to bone the horses.

Looking at the unusually skilled movements of these orcs, I don't know how many times they have done this kind of thing on the battlefield.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look back at the black-scaled horses of the orc warriors.

Unexpectedly, Earl Desmond was also watching the orc warriors' cavalry at this moment...

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Unexpectedly, the deepest part of the misty swamp, just north of the barren meadow, is actually a little higher, and the swamp stops abruptly here.

Walking out of the swamp, although we haven't come out of the misty swamp, everyone is relieved. After all, fighting in the swamp is not what we are good at.

Walking onto the grassy slope, Earl Desmond sent out the scouting team, and then ordered all the constructed knights to take a short rest here.

But the knight cannot take off the magic pattern structure, and the war horse is not allowed to take off the armor.

The constructed knights jumped off their horses and let the armored horses graze on their own, but the knights took off their wet boots and poured out the water in the shoe pits. The long boots were like a pair of Like a salted fish, it was hung on a wooden pole and roasted on the fire. The knights sat barefoot on the grass. Some walking dead feet.

The situation of barbarian slaves and aborigines is much better, because they do not wear combat boots themselves, and have been walking barefoot in the swamp.

After walking out of the swamp, some barbarian slaves complained: "If I knew this was the end of the Misty Swamp, I should have hunted a few more swamp giant crocodiles in the swamp."

But obviously this is not the end of the Misty Swamp, because according to Deborah's guidance in the sky, this place is already very close to the ancient war tree. It is probably because the surroundings are full of fog that the tree has not been seen. Ancient tree of war.

This time Deborah inspected the specific location of the ancient war tree, flew out for a long time, and never came back, which made me a little worried. After all, she said that we are not too far away from the ancient war tree.

But after she brought the news that time, we walked a long way in the swamp, and still didn't see the ancient war tree.

Faintly, I felt something was wrong, but I didn't know where the problem was.

After the Battle of Grassland, those tree goblins and barbed thorn vines retreated and never appeared again.

In my opinion, the closer you get to the ancient war tree, the more desperate the tree goblins and barbed thorns should be. It is impossible to scare them away so easily.

And... besides, Katerina and Morayal around me seem to have disappeared.

Connie and Pujaka followed behind the barbarian slave team. The two of them came out of the swamp and sat on the grass next to me. The light leather armor on their bodies looked clean and tidy.

Katerina came out of the mist and came to me. Her red hair was wet, and the tips of her hair were still dripping water. Her fair face looked so soft in the mist. I felt that she was as beautiful as a A fairy who seemed a little unreal.

At this time, I heard Katerina ask me: "Do you know where the ancient war tree is?"

I know that Earl Desmond has sent out some scouting teams, and it won't be long before we get the most accurate news.

But I haven't heard the exact news yet, so I shake my head.

Katerina smiled, and she stretched out a hand. I rubbed my eyes vigorously, and found that the 'weakness detection' magic pattern on her white arm had disappeared, and it was replaced by an ordinary tattoo.

Surprised, I asked her to raise her foot, and checked the magic pattern ring on her ankle, which was constructed with the 'wind sprint', and there were only similar magic patterns left, but the strangest thing was that even if it looked like an ordinary magic pattern However, there are slight mana fluctuations on those magic lines.

Katerina blushed and glared at me angrily, but the surrounding fog blocked her view.

"Actually...the ancient tree of war is right in front of us, but we haven't found it yet!" Katerina's face showed some painful and struggling colors, as if another soul was bound in her body, and that soul wanted to Take control of her body.

"We're in front of it?" I don't understand why Katerina would say that.

Katerina's ruby-like eyes lit up again, and her speaking speed became urgent: "That's right, to be precise, we should be in its dreamland!"

"Dream..." I exclaimed.

"Molajar told me to tell you that you are now in its emerald dream..." Katerina shouted to me at this moment: "Wake up! Ji Jia."

As she said that, Katerina stood in front of me and took out a dagger. Right in my sight, she used the dagger to cut a huge crack in the space in front of me. She grabbed the edge of the crack with her hand and pulled it hard. , A huge sense of dizziness hit me in an instant, I squinted slightly and saw that all the pictures in front of me began to rotate and twist constantly, just like a painting being kneaded into one by an invisible big hand. group, and I happen to be one of the scenes in that painting.

As my mental seas began to surge, my sight began to recover.

Only then did I realize that I was really standing in front of a tall ancient war tree, while Katerina was lying unconscious at my feet.

Morayal was standing opposite the ancient war tree, holding a magic wand in her hand, and was trapped in a wooden prison. This wooden prison was constantly shrinking, like a big wooden hand trying to hold her live.And Morayal was struggling with magic power, and the poisonous flower vines outside the wooden prison attacked the wooden prison like crazy, but it didn't work at all.

Seeing that the wooden prison was about to hold Morayal tightly, I saw that Morayal's face was flushed red, and icicles appeared in the wooden prison, holding the wooden prison tightly, those icicles Light blue ice flames were burning on the ground, and a layer of ice had condensed inside and outside the wooden prison.

Seeing that I had woken up, Morayaer shouted to me: "Ji Jia, leave me alone, wake up the others quickly."

It was only then that I saw groups of constructed knights from the Borean Legion, barbarian slaves, orc warriors, knight retinues, and Hierro natives all walking out of the swamp filled with mist with their eyes closed. They are getting closer to the huge ancient war tree in front of them. There are a group of tree elves standing around the ancient war tree. Those tree elves are sitting cross-legged under the tree. The tree elves are holding the hands of their companions tightly and singing a song A lullaby-like ballad.

And this ancient war tree spread magic halos around it circle after circle, causing everyone to fall into a deep sleep.

A barbed thorn vine was wrapping around Katerina's body from behind, and the sharp needles at the end of the vine were pointing at Katerina's forehead, stabbing down fiercely.

A smooth ice shield instantly appeared in front of Katerina's body, and the spikes of the barbed thorns pierced the ice shield, piercing a small hole in the ice shield. Although it was blocked, the sharp wooden thorns did not stop there. When it came down, the thorny vine was very strong. After piercing the ice shield, it continued to stab at Katerina's forehead.

A few tree elves beside me were stabbing at me with wooden forks. I didn't care about the wooden forks in the hands of those tree elves, and rushed towards Katerina. The thorn grasped it, but the body that jumped out did not control the distance well, and the thorn vine pierced the palm of my hand.

(End of this chapter)