Ashen Dragon

At this moment, the roots of the Holy Trees twisted and turned like giant serpents flipping their bodies, causing the ground to crack.

They entwined with each other, possessed by spirits from the Abyss, gradually forming twisted, evil, and towering Tree Men.

These Tree Men were as tall as twenty to thirty meters, waving their soil-covered arms with hoarse roars as they charged toward the soldiers of the Allied Forces.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud bang, a heroic Dwarf was smashed flat on the spot, blood and flesh splattering onto his comrades' faces.

"Damn monster!"

Several Dwarf Warriors gathered together, riding plate sheep like Knights charging a mountain, rushing toward the nearby Tree Men.

Their iron hammers struck the bodies made of tree roots with dull thuds, splintering wood chips, but they couldn't truly harm their opponents.

The Tree Men swung their arms suddenly, instantly sweeping these few Dwarf Warriors into midair. Under such immense force, the Dwarves, usually no taller than one and a half meters, could hardly resist.

The Tree Men grinned hideously, plunging their arms into the ground, roots burrowing into the soil.

"Boom!"

In an instant, roots burst out from the ground, directly impaling the airborne Dwarf Warriors, gutting them. Their bloody corpses were thus hung on the branches, dying gruesomely.

"No—"

Zeen was filled with rage, his eyes bloodshot. He raised the Rock Hammer in his hand and leaped into the air, roaring hoarsely, "Monster! I'll make you pay with your life!"

Faced with the leaping Dwarf, the Tree Man grinned hideously again, its arm whipping out like a long whip, merely seeing Zeen as another suicidal Dwarf Warrior.

"Bring it on!"

Zeen swung his hammer, and carrying tremendous strength, it smashed into the Tree Man's arm, directly breaking it and sending the thick roots flying.

The next moment, the furious Dwarf King swung a Round Heavy Hammer, slamming it fiercely into the ground. The earth cracked, and sharp stone pillars burst forth.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A stone pillar over twenty meters long shot up from underneath the Tree Man, instantly piercing through the large body made of tree roots from bottom to top, exactly like the Dwarves' previous death.

"Long live His Majesty Zeen!"

"Defeat them!"

The Dwarves raised their weapons high, cheering for their King's heroic display on the battlefield.

From their strong, robust bodies, they seemed to see the former heroic demeanor of King Ed, and they were deeply moved by it.

But faced with these Tree Men transformed from the roots of the Holy Trees, the Silver Moon Elves appeared somewhat restrained, hesitant to attack.

In their upbringing, the Holy Trees were inviolable existences, even if monsters infected by the Abyssal Power, they hesitated to strike.

Rhea noticed this, flashed, and teleported to the front lines against the Tree Men.

She swung her Longsword in mid-air, and with a clear sword hum, a massive Tree Man let out a painful wail, crashing down, its gnarled body chopped in half, the cut smooth and covered with scorched marks.

"Comrades—show no mercy! These are not true Holy Trees, but parasites on the Holy Trees!"

"The biggest goal of Her Majesty Catherine on this expedition is to eradicate these parasites and restore Serinia under the pure moonlight!"

"General Rhea is right!"

"For Serinia! Fight to save the Holy Trees!"

With voices full of battle intent, the Silver Moon Elves strengthened their will to fight, shooting flaming arrows, forming ranks, and fighting against those evil, frenzied Tree Men.

The Ancient Gold Dragon still circled in the sky, overlooking the increasingly chaotic battlefield, seized the opportunity, dove down suddenly, and spewed a scorching flame, incinerating several Orcs into char.

At this moment, a hoarse growl came from the top of the Holy Tree, distant, cloaked figures appeared one after another.

"You damnable rebels... you are traitors of Serinia... sinners of the Elven race!"

Evil spells echoed on the battlefield, and in an instant, a thick toxic fog appeared on the battlefield, accompanied by a cold wind, enveloping the Allied Forces.

"What is that?"

"Danger, let's move!"

Seeing the swirling toxic fog, the soldiers at the front of the Allied Forces felt alarms ringing in their hearts and quickly retreated backward.

But the spread of the toxic fog was too fast, like raging waves, the death scythe wielded by a reaper, intending to devour all these vibrant lives.

And those evil monsters infected by the Abyss could act as usual within the toxic fog, roaring as they lunged at the Allied Soldiers.

"Get up now!"

A Silver Moon Elf named Ryan turned back, reaching out to help his fallen companion.

Unexpectedly, his companion used all his strength to push him away, shouting hoarsely, "Go, Ryan!"

The very next moment, the toxic fog had already enveloped the Silver Moon Elf's body.

His fair skin was instantly corroded, becoming wrinkled, even revealing large patches of blood and flesh.

As he inhaled the toxic fog through his mouth and nose, black and red toxic blood spurted out, his eyes gradually dulled, and within moments, this Silver Moon Elf had turned into a ghastly corpse.

"No, no, Karl..."

Ryan, narrowly escaping, watched his kinsman's death helplessly, tears welling up in his eyes, but he could only desperately run forward, disregarding everything.

"Stand behind me!"

Rhea shouted in a low voice.