Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

"Thanks!" he roared, and without saying another word, the lion continued to charge forward.

After being forced out of its shadow state by the Moonlight Arrow, the Shadow Treant's body flickered in an instant, and its defense dropped drastically.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Raine stabbed the nearest treant with his sword. The magic power of the Wild Rock Beast exploded instantly within its body, followed by black sap splattering everywhere. The Shadow Treant let out a piercing scream, its body withered rapidly, and it collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

The other two treants tried to disappear into the shadows again, but Elunea's staff had already glowed with a silvery-white light, and a halo of light spread out, imprisoning their forms.

Their shadow forms were forcibly dispelled, leaving them only able to withstand the lions' attacks in their physical form.

The knights in the back row swarmed forward, their yellow flames weaving into a net that shredded the two shadowy treemen into pieces of wood.

"Keep going! Don't stop!"

Leon raised his longsword high, shouted, and his magic surged into the sky.

The yellow torrent of the Lion Knights surged forward once more.

The defenses of the withered tree people were torn apart layer by layer, and they retreated step by step, leaving broken wood everywhere.

Alduin hovered in the air, his dark golden vertical pupils scanning the battlefield.

His sonic perception here is like X-ray vision; he can see all the fallen treants hiding in the shadows without a trace.

"There are three Mother Nest Tree People a hundred meters ahead," he warned again in a deep voice.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than three enormous tree-men appeared deep within the forest.

They are nearly eight meters tall, with thick trunks covered with a hardened wooden shell, and are completely black, looking like they are wearing black armor.

Unlike other tree-people, their canopy tops are adorned with three enormous insect nests.

Swarms of saprophytic insects burst forth from them, like clusters of black clouds, overwhelming the allied forces.

"The swarm! It's the swarm!" someone exclaimed.

The orc warriors swung their battle axes to slash at the swarm of insects, but there were simply too many of them to kill.

These saprophytic insects are part of the tree people. They can be produced in an endless stream, swarming towards enemies, gnawing on flesh and blood, eroding life, and then returning to the mother nest to feed the tree people.

"Lord Dragon, the Mother Tree Ents' hive is the key! Destroying the hive is the only way to stop the swarm!"

Leon looked up and shouted.

These swarms of insects tied them down, preventing them from getting close immediately.

Auduin did not answer.

He locked his dark golden vertical pupils onto the canopies of the three Mother Nest Trees.

With a flap of its wings, the dragon swooped down.

He extended his sharp dragon claws, swept low over the canopy of a Mother Nest Treeman, and with a single swipe, tore the nest in two.

Without the command of their nest, the swarm of saprophytic insects instantly descended into chaos, stumbling around like headless flies.

It's not worth using magic to deal with something like this.

The orc warriors seized the opportunity to counterattack, their golden, berserk magic exploding on their axe blades, cleaving the swarm of insects in waves.

Seeing this, the Lion Knights seized the opportunity and charged forward.

"Battle Mane Aura, unleash your full power!"

The old lion roared.

A yellow halo erupted, impacting the Mother Nest Tree People, causing cracks to appear in their hardened wooden shells.

The Mother Nest Tree was enraged and kept swinging its thick branches at the Knights, but the lions nimbly spread out and attacked from different directions at the same time.

Raine stepped forward with his sword, a yellow aura surrounding him, and thrust it into the core of the Mother Nest Tree's canopy.

The core shattered.

The Mother Nest Tree let out a low, mournful cry, and its massive body collapsed with a crash, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Keep pushing!" Leon shouted, his voice hoarse.

The morale of the Lion Knights has reached its peak.

The withered treants were felled in swathes, the shadow treants were strangled by the Moonbeam Arrows, and the nest treants fell one after another...

The yellow torrent surged forward with unstoppable force, crushing everything in its path, and was now less than three hundred meters from the depths of the forest.

Alduin rose into the air again, his dark golden vertical pupils gazing at the silvery-white withered tree.

Only one last line of defense remains between us and the sacred altar.

Just then, the ground began to shake.

The orc stopped, and the winged beast he was riding trembled uncontrollably. The war lions ridden by the Lion Knights pawed the ground restlessly and made growling noises.

All the corrupted treants simultaneously ceased their attack.

The withered tree people, the shadowy tree people, and the mother nest tree people all seemed to have been paused, frozen in place, their empty eye sockets turned towards the depths of the forest.

They are worshipping.

Auduin narrowed his eyes.

He sensed it.

At the base of that silvery-white withered tree, a murky, abyss-like magic is awakening.

It wasn't just the aura of the dead, but a strange fusion of moonlight and decay, with a hint of holiness amidst the corruption.

He was somewhat surprised.

He had seen this thing in the lich's manual; it was just a toy that the lich had casually made.

It was originally just an ordinary treant, but because of the lich's perverse sense of humor, its core was replaced with a withering crystal. Unexpectedly, it survived, so the lich let it roam around here.

But now, an unexpected change has occurred.

Alduin surveyed the entire battlefield and immediately understood.

Judging from the reactions of the other tree-people, this thing must be the leader of the fallen tree-people, the Tree King.

……

Renn's expression instantly turned serious.

"All knights—shrink your formation!" he roared, his voice tinged with tension.

The Lion Knights quickly converged, their shields forming a steel wall.

The war lions lowered their bodies, their manes stood on end, and they growled menacingly.

But the Tree King didn't even look at them.

Its gaze passed over the Lion Knights and landed on the dark golden dragon high in the sky, then a flash of silver-gray light appeared in its empty eye sockets.

The next moment, it moved.

A deep roar echoed throughout the forest, carrying with it waves of silvery-gray magic that spread in all directions.

Wherever the magic wave passed, the forest "came to life".

Countless tree roots emerged from the ground, intertwining and entwining to form a root wall over ten meters high behind the Tree King, completely sealing off the path to the sacred altar.

At the same time, dense black vines emerged from the ground, breaking through the soil beneath the Allied forces and wrapping around the lion's legs.

"Battle Mane Aura!" Leon activated his magic, and the yellow aura spread out, shattering the vines.

But more vines immediately filled the gap, seemingly endless.

"Damn it, it's draining us!"

Raine gritted his teeth and severed the three vines that were binding the hind legs of the War Lion with a single sword strike. His left arm was then grazed by a newly grown vine, and a gap was corroded in the shield of the Wild Rock Beast's magic power.

The orcs in the sky are alright.

Because they were riding winged beasts and flying through the sky, the vines did not attack them.

However, they still dared not underestimate the danger and kept a close watch on what lay below, guarding against any potential risks.

"Dragon Lord!" Leon gritted his teeth, looked up, and shouted.

"The Tree King is using the power of the earth's veins to seal off the battlefield; our magic won't last much longer!"