Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

Capítulo 2380: Chapter 1319: Each Their Own Battlefield (Part 2)

The menacing aura surged within the Dragon Nest, an intense atmosphere rising from all around, resonating in the confined space. The rumbling of the Magic Cannon was unceasing, echoing in everyone’s ears.

The Dragon Nest, vast as a major city, was shrouded in smoke, becoming a fierce battlefield.

At the end of the passage behind the first position lay a spacious three-pronged junction, far more expansive than the nest’s entrance.

Here, two thousand treant soldiers divided into three groups, encircling the Flame Armor Magical Golems numbering fivefold.

It was precisely because these treant soldiers blocked the path that the magical golems didn’t reach the first position where Crisis was earlier.

Though outnumbered, it seemed incredible, yet the treants utilized their massive forms and the nest’s relatively narrow terrain to achieve this.

At an intersection over a hundred meters wide, the treant soldiers had transformed into ten-meter-high tree forms, resembling a dense forest, blocking the intersection completely.

A glance revealed the treant soldiers in their giant tree forms, exuding a majestic aura with their robust trunks forming sturdy bodies and wood-carved large heads, their wood-colored eyes shining with unwavering light.

The trunks formed thick legs, with sprawling roots creating massive feet, while vines and branches twisted together to form giant arms nearly trailing to the ground.

Facing them, the three-meter tall Flame Armor Magical Golems, though their formation was being further compressed and lacked height advantage, wielded cold glimmering sword-axes ceaselessly, crazily hacking at the advancing treant soldiers.

Moreover, from the center of the opposing camp, numerous arrows and javelins shot continuously, forming deadly barrages in mid-air.

Under the frenzied attack, even with their excellent defense, branches and severed vines of the treants were constantly falling to the ground, their trunks bearing numerous scars.

But the treants’ assault never ceased.

“Vine Whip!”

“Root Stomp!”

“Great Arm Strangle!”

With their huge bodies and tough tree armor, accompanied by hoarse roars, each treant attack could send rows of magical golems flying or directly shatter them, causing chaos in the enemy ranks, an impressive sight indeed.

“Forest’s Blessing!”

Behind the treant warriors, treant mages held giant staffs, chanting loudly, continuously casting Plant System Healing Techniques, maximizing the recovery of the front-line treants’ wounds.

During this process, the treants, much like the fairies, quickly noticed the Magic Patterns on the walls, a maintaining formation for the magical golems, and switched to a defensive formation, preparing to trap this tens of thousands-strong magical golem army here.

Around the treants, several dwarf elf middle teams responsible for dispersing the surrounding Dragon Mirage followed closely, always within the treants’ protection.

With their tight cooperation, the magical golems were quickly trapped in this three-way junction, squeezed together, unable to move.

After all, among the treant soldiers, not only were there ordinary Tier 4 warriors, but also quite a few Tier 5, and even three Tier 6 treant elders who were in charge of command, always at the forefront.

Though the enemy still fought desperately back, due to the extremely compressed space and difficulties in swinging their weapons, their aggression wasn’t as fierce as at the outset, significantly reducing treant casualties.

Seeing this, just as the treant elder and dwarf elf commander breathed a sigh of relief, an enormous Dragon Shadow suddenly appeared on the left side of the junction.

This wasn’t the road leading to the first position, nor the one Leo Ray and others took to reach the nest’s depths, but another passage leading to the nest’s branch, connecting to numerous ordinary dragon nests.

“Dragon, dragon incoming!”

At the edge of our camp, a young dwarf elf soldier, maneuvering an Alchemy Puppet and in charge of dispersing the Dragon Mirage, accidentally looked up, meeting a pair of fierce golden vertical pupils, beyond which was a ferocious giant dragon head.

Facing this sudden and terrifyingly close scene, the young dwarf elf soldier’s legs gave out, collapsing butt-first on the ground, his voice breaking, while liquid began to spread from his armored skirt onto the floor, clearly scared to the point of urinating.

Understandably, dragons were not only nightmares for the Human Clan, capable of easily destroying a city, but also god-like harbingers of death to the limited-strength dwarf elves.

In that war hundreds of years ago, the dwarf elves tasted the dread brought by fierce flames and giant dragons; even though this young dwarf elf soldier was not yet born then, he profoundly understood the fearsome nature of dragons through books and stories.

And merely from size comparison, the dwarf elf soldier was not even as large as a dragon’s sharp claw.

Upon hearing the dwarf elf soldier’s shout, the entire camp immediately became tense.