I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 58 United as one
The Winterhold Fortress was ready for a desperate fight. At this moment, Duke Raymond led all the Winterhold warriors to come out in full force and sweep forward in a mighty force.

The polluted mother tree clearly sensed the approaching danger, and it did not intend to sit still and wait for death, so it began to breed different creatures in the empty area at the root of the trunk.

The complete contaminated mother tree has extremely strong fertility ability and can give birth to creatures of a higher status.

Combined with the biological characteristics of the pagans and soldiers that the Contaminated Mother Tree had previously devoured, this time the Contaminated Mother Tree gave birth to extremely dangerous contaminated creatures.

The vacuole at the root of the polluted mother tree's trunk is beating slightly, and the organisms nurtured in it have already taken shape. The vacuole is beginning to become strange in shape, and it is obvious that the organisms in it are trying to break out of the shell.

The outer wall broke, and foul-smelling yellowish pus poured out. Several fat arms stretched out from the gap in the outer wall.

These gray arms tore at the outer shell in a disorderly manner and soon separated the main body from the polluted mother tree.

Duke Raymond, who was flying in the sky on a griffin, frowned when he saw this scene.

Limbs, a polluted creature mainly composed of human hands and feet, it seems that several humans were rolled into a ball by a mysterious force, with only hands and feet still hanging outside the flesh ball.

The Limbs move extremely fast and flexibly, and the purpose of polluting the mother tree to breed the Limbs is obvious, which is to overwhelm the Winterhold Fortress with numbers.

The ground troops will be tied up by the limbs for a while, and they will not be able to coordinate with the griffin troops in the air, so the subsequent attack will be extremely difficult.

Duke Raymond was preparing his ground troops to prepare for the limb group's attack, but he saw another meat tree on the ground.

It looks similar to the Contaminated Mother Tree, but is much smaller than the complete Contaminated Mother Tree, and is not yet breeding any living creatures.

Of course, this is not the strangest thing. What really concerns people is that there is a strange creature kneeling nearby.

A short figure, with branches growing on his back that were inconsistent with his body shape, and there were many of them.

Duke Raymond's heart skipped a beat and he immediately took out his telescope to confirm.

Yes, that weird creature is Dorothy.

She wasn't dead, but she seemed to be dying.

Continuous pollution, weakening sanity, and many other factors have caused Dorothy to slide towards the side of depravity. At this moment, she is not far from becoming a monster.

This little girl was about the same age as the children in the dungeon. She was also a fetus raised by the Nativity Society and was born in a refugee settlement north of Winterhold.

Duke Raymond knew every detail of Dorothy's life, which was an investigation he made to determine whether Wyatt could be trusted.

Even though Duke Raymond was very wary of Wyatt and his party at that time, he still felt deeply ashamed of what happened to Dorothy.

She was the most typical victim, and almost all the sufferings in the Wasteland Territory befell her.

Whenever Duke Raymond saw such a person, he would reflect on himself.

Why didn't I save these children from suffering?
Now, looking at Dorothy who was about to degenerate into a monster, Duke Raymond felt deeply regretful.

If possible, he wanted to give her a painless death.

Just as Duke Raymond was feeling regretful, Dorothy, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly reacted.

As if the attack of the limbs caught her attention, Dorothy raised her head and found that half of her face had been transformed into branches, without a trace of flesh and blood.

And her right arm had now completely turned into a sharp wooden thorn with dark red bloodstains on it, as if this wooden thorn had destroyed many lives.

Dorothy looked blankly at the mass of limbs in front of her. Her thoughts were already slow, but she still clearly recognized the hostility.

These limbs will hurt Wyatt.

This is not allowed, so it must be killed.

"what!!!!!"

Dorothy roared like a wild animal. The roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the snow on the ground shook slightly.

She stood up quickly and plunged into the group of limbs without fear. Every step she took would make her leap forward ten meters, so in just a few steps she was close to the group of limbs.

When the clash was about to happen, Dorothy increased her speed again, and with a roar of anger, she plunged into the limb mass with unstoppable force.

The limbs of those who faced Dorothy head-on were either blown away or torn into pieces. Dorothy fought recklessly, without any rules or methods, even worse than a wild animal.

But in this chaotic battle, Dorothy still follows one principle.

Never miss a limb.

Dorothy suddenly arched her body, and the branches on her back seemed to want to grow further, which made Dorothy feel excruciatingly painful.

The roar increased in volume again, and the branches on Dorothy's back grew rapidly. They twisted in the air like pythons, then rushed into the limbs and continued to pierce them.

Dorothy alone blocked all the limbs.

"That's, little Dorothy girl?!"

"She didn't withdraw before, so she has already..."

"Don't feel sorry for it. Take this opportunity to rush in! Cut off the branches that are blocking the Duke and his men!"

"But little Dorothy, does she still recognize us?"

"So what if you don't recognize me? You're just risking your life. Are you still afraid of death now that you've come this far?"

"Who said I'm afraid of death? I'll lead the charge. Charge!"

The ground troops were in action again. With the determination to die, they passed through both sides of Dorothy and dealt with the remaining limbs along the way.

Dorothy turned around suddenly, and her scarlet eyes startled the soldier at the head of the charge, but he still withstood the pressure and continued to charge.

"Ugh! No!!"

The raging branches stopped dancing and quickly retracted, returning to their original appearance.

Dorothy knelt on the ground, trying hard to suppress the desire to kill in her heart.

They are soldiers of Winterhold, they are here to kill the pagans, they are all good people.

Can't kill them.

Wyatt didn't want to do that himself either.

He will definitely come back, so just bear with the pain.

Next to the polluted mother tree, there were tangled roots under the soil. These roots suddenly received nutrients from the mother tree, began to grow rapidly, and broke out of the soil.

Several slender tree trunks towering into the sky stood between the griffin troops and the polluted mother tree. Tentacle-like branches grew out of the trunks, attacking the griffin troops.

Occasionally a soldier would be hit, but they would try their best to fall towards the tree trunk. By then, if the gunpowder was detonated, the tree trunk would be severely damaged.

However, this suicidal tactic will not have any effect, and the Griffin troops will be the first to be dragged down.

Fortunately, the ground forces intervened in time. While the contaminated mother tree was dealing with the griffin troops, they launched a surprise attack on the anti-aircraft trunk.

"Your Excellency the Duke! We will protect you as you approach the mother tree!"

"Attack! For the Wasteland!"

The griffin soldiers stood in front of Duke Raymond, and they used their bodies to block those vines of the mother tree that could only be dealt with by long-range means.

Sacrifices are inevitable, but as long as the Winterhold fortress still stands on the wasteland, everything is worth it.

Duke Raymond approached the polluted mother tree and threw a holy water bomb, and the outcome was decided.

What a pity, if only it had happened a few seconds earlier.

The huge vacuole burst, and the evil creature that polluted the mother tree was born.

(End of this chapter)