"Go!"
The archer reached into the quiver on his back and placed three arrows on the bowstring. The dazzling Chi gathered on the arrows, sparkling like stars in the night sky.
A low, muffled roar came from within the body of the Mist Tree Spirit, and a strong green light bloomed again, quickly extinguishing the burning flames and revealing the charred body below.
"Tsk, it's still not dead. What kind of monster is this?" The spearmen frantically rubbed his hair, grabbed his spear, and charged towards the Mist Tree Spirit with the assassin by his side.
Although they had been saying that they could easily take care of this big guy in just a few moves, the spearmen realized how difficult it was when they actually started fighting. The Mist Tree Spirit's body was just too huge. Lansel, who was already considered tall among humans at 1.9 meters, was like a slightly larger bug compared to the hundred-meter-tall tree spirit.
"This weight disadvantage is ridiculous... cursed!" Lansel leaped onto the body of the Mist Tree Spirit, raised his hand, and created a small pit. He shook his spear in his hand.
"Then don't think about taking down this guy. Stick to the plan. Buy time for Byron." The shadow assassin, who blended perfectly with the night, gently dropped this sentence and lightly stepped on the back of the giant tree spirit, jumping all the way up to aim for its face.
Regardless of the massive size of the Mist Tree Spirit, its facial features must still be essential considering its humanoid body structure. Instead of wasting energy on the arms and legs, which were difficult to be effective against, the assassin preferred to target the weak points.
Even if he was just a needle compared to the giant tree spirit, there was a huge difference between being stuck in the face and being stuck in the arm. Even if he couldn't kill this monster, he needed to attract enough attention to buy time for his companions.
"Did Byron really get those rewards from the Chaotic Domain? Are they really that powerful?" Lansel had some doubts, but considering that they had no better options at the moment, he could only trust him.
He pulled out a spare javelin from the holster on his back, fiercely stabbing it into the body of the giant tree spirit. The spearmen jumped fiercely on it, following closely behind the assassin and striking directly at the face of the Mist Tree Spirit.
The Dragon Slayer Squad had a lot of experience in dealing with large monsters. Apart from the dragon slaying incident, most of the large creatures had little means of resistance once they were climbed on. They could only get rid of the Squad if they could fly like a dragon or use Magic for defense.
According to the information they had received, this giant tree spirit shouldn't be able to fly... otherwise, a flying hundred-meter tree would be terrifying, wouldn't it?
"So, wait for me to be hunted!" As he was about to reach the shoulder of the tree spirit, the spearmen excitedly roared, and a black flame appeared on the tip of his spear.
But in the next moment, the back of the Mist Tree Spirit suddenly trembled violently. Before Lansel could react, the charred layer under his feet cracked without warning, and countless thick vines with a diameter of over one meter crazily surged out, launching a wide-scale attack that threw him and the assassin into the air.
"Oh no..."
The intense vibration made Lansel briefly dizzy. Without reacting in time, he fell from the air. The same happened to the assassin. Having run tens of meters up, falling from this height, even with Chi protection, would leave them severely injured.
Fortunately, the two of them didn't actually fall. At the same time as countless vines sprouted from behind the tree spirit, twisted airflow formed invisible wings that supported them, carrying them through the obstruction of countless vines and landing on the shoulder of the tree spirit.
"Be more careful. I might not be able to save you next time." The voice of the white-bearded mage sounded in their ears, with a sense of helplessness and reproach.
The two turned their heads and looked towards the feet of the tree spirit. Dominicosen had already recovered his state with the help of the magic-enhancing potions he carried with him. Leaning on his staff, he re-entered the battle formation.
"I understand. Now, let's show them what we can do!"
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"They seem to be doing well, right? They're really strong." Aya praised as she watched the Dragon Slayer Squad's battle from high above.
"Their coordination is quite tacit, but that's to be expected. After all, they're one of the top five ranked teams. How could they be weak?" Tiran spread his hands.
"By the way, why isn't the berserker with the ax and shield joining in? Isn't he also a melee class? It doesn't seem like he's protecting anything."
"I'm not sure. The last time they came looking for trouble, he wasn't there. I heard that he went for training. He's probably preparing some powerful move or finishing blow, right?"
"But I always feel like they won't last until the ultimate move is ready," Aya pointed to the battlefield below, her eye twitching, "These guys have no idea about the weakness of the Misty Tree Spirit... It seems like they can't hold on much longer."
...
Thud!
The white-bearded old mage coughed up blood, his eyes bulging out, pouring all his magic into the protective shield that had shrunk to its smallest size to barely withstand the powerful blow from the tree spirit.
"What the hell! Byron, are you done yet?!"
The old mage was going crazy, he was so angry that he started cursing, damn it, why is it taking you so long to cast a forbidden curse? Are you powering up or constipated?
The longbow archer Justin was sweating slightly, shooting arrow after arrow without stopping. The Nuclear Blast Arrow Master really lived up to his name. Each arrow covered a large portion of the tree spirit with explosions, but because the opponent's health bar was too thick, the effect didn't seem significant.
"Can't you choose a safer place to charge up?" Withstanding another blow, the old mage blew his mustache and glared.
"I want to, but if I'm far away from the battlefield and can't feel the fighting spirit, I can't unleash it. Hold on a little longer, it will be ready soon." The burly berserker planted his battle axe shield firmly on the ground, his eyes fixed on the tree spirit in front of him, and a raging red gradually surged in his eyes.
As for the two who were bombarding the face of the Misty Tree Spirit, their mentality was a bit explosive. Why did this guy not care about being hit in the face and kept pounding on the old mage below? They had been attacking for so long that the face of the tree spirit was almost blown off...
"Ha...ha..."
A shot pierced the face of the tree spirit, and Lance gasped for breath standing at what should be considered the eyelid. "Shadow, don't you feel something is off? This guy seems to not care at all about our attacks and is constantly watching the old man getting beaten down."
"It's possible... Its core is probably not here. This face is just a disguise." The assassin was also a bit tired. Both he and Lance were burst damage dealers, and sustained output was not their strong suit. High-intensity attacks for too long could easily exhaust them.
But it was a bit late to realize this now.
Crack! The old mage's protective magic barrier appeared countless spiderweb-like cracks. No matter how fast the old mage injected magic to repair it, he couldn't keep up with the next heavy punch from the tree spirit.
After taking so many punches in a row, the old mage had a rough idea of how terrifying the strength of this tree spirit was. The next punch could definitely crush the shield and kill all three of them.
So, should Byron, himself, and Justin retreat and abandon their companion...?
"Byron!" The old mage shook his head fiercely, gritting his teeth and squeezing out magic to continue repairing the shield.
Fortunately, this time, the berserker finally gave a positive response--
"All right!" Suddenly, the surging rage around Byron abruptly retreated into his body, completely disappearing. He threw the axe shield he had been tightly holding aside and slowly squatted down with his robust body of over two meters, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.
"Old man, Justin, stay away." Byron forcefully suppressed the restless power within him, and with a low voice, he looked at the Misty Tree Spirit in front of him with crimson eyes.
The Misty Tree Spirit also sensed the extremely uneasy aura below and swung countless vines behind it to lash out, at the same time stomping down towards Byron!
After confirming that his companions had retreated to a safe distance, Byron looked up, revealing a sinister smirk towards the Misty Tree Spirit, and with a powerful push from his feet, he pounced forward.
The area within a diameter of over ten meters, including his original position, immediately formed a large pit. In the radiant light, a gigantic humanoid figure, several tens of meters tall, appeared out of nowhere, hugging the waist of the Misty Tree Spirit and using the powerful momentum to directly knock it away!
When the assassin and Lance saw the giant appear, they raised their arms to cheer for a moment, but they quickly realized a crucial problem.
Damn it! Byron turned into a giant and had a blast fighting the tree spirit, but he didn't consider what we would do!
Before they could shout, the tree spirit had already been knocked down. The two of them had no choice but to quickly roll and crawl down in the direction of the fall. Even the assassin's cloak that concealed his figure was torn to shreds, rare disarray. Finally, with excellent jumping ability and the light magic assistance from the old mage, they landed safely on high ground and met up with their companions before yelling "666."
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"Damn, this ultimate move is too brutal, even transforming into a giant... Could this guy have giant bloodline?" Aya recalled the history recorded in her little book and speculated.
"And this appearance looks a bit familiar. It seems the coffin board of the old thief Jiangshan won't be able to hold it down anymore!" Tiran stared at the giant below, who had started fighting with the tree spirits, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
Giant, an ancient race that had also disappeared in the mythological era. It is said that they were once a powerful force on the battlefield against the demons, besides the dragon knights. Their physical strength and power were enough to confront the demons' main force, with the assistance of advanced equipment, leaving a legendary reputation in history.
However, just like the dragon knights, due to the war, the bloodline of the giants declined after that battle and quickly faded away in the river of time. Legend has it that only in the chaotic southern territories are there some remnants of those ancient clans.
"Now it's getting interesting. Ancient giants fighting against the misty tree spirits, it's hard to say who will win or lose."
Her Royal Highness the princess had no intention of leaving. Such a thrilling battle must be watched until the end.
