Summer always came and went quickly in the Misty Mountains.
Here, at least half of the year would be defined as winter, while the remaining half would be split between spring and autumn. Only at certain times, would the sun generously spread its rays and heat across the land.
The snow and ice would melt, and a short flood season would arrive. Many temporary streams would form between the mountains.
Sheyan dipped his hand into the incomparably cool stream water. The icy chill penetrated deep into his bone marrow, as he splashed some snow water onto his face. Annenia Cyathea cast a nature spell, 'Detect Poison', on his finger. He nodded in satisfaction when he saw that the spell remained the same.
"The water source here isn't polluted, Lord Protector."
Sheyan scooped up the clear stream water and drank several mouthfuls. Droplets of water trickled down his neck like icy threads and flowed into his chest. The ground trembled slightly. The gigantic ent Ferrell had arrived at the lower reaches of the stream. He directly stomped into the water with his heavy legs, and unconcernedly tore off the spears and stone axes embedded in his wooden body.
Mr. Ferrell laughed in a child-like muffled voice. He laid down in the middle of the stream and allowed his body to fully absorb the water. Several elves flickered with emerald-green light of healing magic, causing the wounds on his body to rapidly heal. The gigantic Ent spoke in a muffled voice.
"There are still so many filthy orcs in the Misty Mountains."
Elder Desirese Roots appeared rather aged. His hair and beard were all white, yet his attire was rather avant-garde. It could be said that he was always at the forefront of fashion in the continent. He gazed into the distance and hatefully spoke.
"Every time we gather sufficient manpower, those orc bastards would flee without a trace. But when we attempt to infiltrate the Misty Mountains with insufficient manpower, we would incur the wrath of those orcs! According to our conjecture, this is largely related to the effective command of the uruk-hais among them. "
The group rested for half an hour before setting off on their journey. After climbing over a small hill, Sheyan suddenly smiled and said, "That's right.
"I really hope that more of these Half-Blood Beastmen will come. If I can get rid of more of them, the pressure on my next step will lessen. Franklin, what's the use of your illusion on us now? "
After Franklin was released from prison, he wasn't in a hurry to search for Mister Wright, who led the team previously. Instead, he very wisely sought out Sheyan and the rest. Coincidentally, Sheyan also sensed a sense of crisis. Thus, both parties hit it off and brought Franklin along.
After hearing Sheyan's question, Franklin immediately understood that this was a test similar to an interview. He replied seriously. "That's right. That's right.
"That depends on which aspect you want me to focus on. I can use illusions to confuse the Half-Orcs and make it difficult for them to find the right target. At the same time, I can also use illusions to attack the enemy. However, although the accompanying Elves are powerful, I noticed that most of them are long-range attackers. So, I feel that what the team lacks now is stuffing that can charge at the front. "
"That's right." Sheyan once again glanced down the hill. Another large group of Half-Blood Beastmen were surging over. Under the leadership of the uruk-hais, they were assembling and preparing to launch an attack. "Then what are your plans?"
Franklin didn't answer, obviously intending to take action. He raised his newly acquired magic staff with both hands and chanted a long and cryptic incantation. One could see that his target was the great ent, Mister Ferrell.
Following Franklin's incantation, a dense white fog floated out from the body of the great ent, Ferrell. However, he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary.
The dense white fog churned rapidly and quickly congealed on the empty ground beside the great ent. Finally, it transformed into a dense and gigantic cloud of fog that was similar in size to the ent.
Roughly 10 seconds later, Franklin's incantation ended. The white fog drifted away and shockingly, a gigantic ent that looked exactly the same as Ferrell appeared beside him!
Franklin wiped the sweat off his forehead and said proudly, "Don't worry.
"The life force and defense of this illusion of mine are exactly the same as Mister Ferrell's, but its normal attack power is weakened to 33%. Furthermore, it can only inherit Mister Ferrell's passive abilities and not his active abilities. At the same time, it cannot be healed."
Sheyan's eyes lit up.
"How long can it last?"
Franklin replied.
"30 minutes. The higher my intelligence, the longer it can last. Because Mister Ferrell is extremely powerful, after I replicate him, I can no longer use any illusion-related abilities."
"Understood." Sheyan asked. "Then, can this ability be used on contestants?"
"No problem. However, the illusionist must cooperate. "Franklin replied.
At this moment, the orcs at the foot of the hill had already begun their charge. Ferrell straightforwardly uprooted a tree from the side and carried it with large strides to the edge of the hill, dripping with dirt and pebbles.
Franklin's illusion had already blocked Ferrell's path and received the first wave of attacks from the orcs. The attacks included ignited spears, flaming axes and so on. They dealt additional damage to the great ent, but the illusion didn't care about that.
The elves also began their assault. Every elf was a natural archer. Their longbows even had verdant leaves on them. Although they looked primitive, they didn't lose their elegance. The tip of the arrows they shot had a light green glow over a foot long. Once an arrow entered an orc's body, the glow would grow violently like roots and dig into the flesh and organs, causing additional pain.
Annenia Cyathea waved his magic staff. One could sense that he was manipulating the Nature Force around him. The Nature Force that was originally brimming with vitality gathered at the tip of his magic staff and became even more vigorous. A ball of light formed at the tip of his magic staff.
Whenever an uruk-hai dared to enter his firing range, the ball of light at the tip of his magic staff would shockingly shoot out a gentle white glow. The white glow would enter the uruk-hai's body as though it was injected into it. Immediately after, the uruk-hai's body would strangely expand! It was as though the uruk-hai was undergoing a second round of growth! During this process, the uruk-hai's body was still in an ordinary state. Hence, in the end, the growth of the uruk-hai's body would exceed the limit of the uruk-hai's body, causing blood and flesh to splatter everywhere. It was a tragic sight!
Annenia Cyathea's ability could be said to have deliberately strengthened the healing ability in another direction. What was originally a healing ability, was now a terrifying ability to kill! Thus, one could tell that Annenia Cyathea was indeed a unique elf. His way of thinking was often unimaginable and unique. No wonder Sheyan's' Stairway of the Sun 'inspired him so intensely.
Evidently, the orcs and uruk-hais were subordinates of the Dark Lord. Therefore, the contestants discovered that even if their allies killed these creatures, they would still receive fate points. Only, the amount was very small. 10 orcs would only receive 1 fate point, while 1 uruk-hai would receive 1 fate point.
If they personally killed the orcs, they would receive 1 fate point, while the uruk-hai would receive 10 fate points.
Despite the ferocious assault of the elves, the orcs still held an absolute advantage in terms of numbers. Soon enough, the orcs charged up the slope.
At this moment, the gigantic treant Ferrell suddenly raised his' wooden club 'high up, before violently sweeping it across!
The illusion created by Franklin absorbed most of the long-range damage in place of Mr. Ferrell, so the powerful Ent was still as vigorous as a dragon and ferocious as a tiger. The trunk he swung was seven to eight meters long. With a sweep, at least a dozen Orcs were smashed into the air and fell down the hill. The last point of the trunk hit the hill and formed a terrifying crater. The Orcs near the crater were all badly mutilated and died horribly.
At this moment, Sheyan observed the endless stream of orcs below like a tidal wave. He suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Don't worry.
"Pay attention, I am about to display the ability bestowed to me by the Overgod."
Among them, the Ent Ferrell was the most curious. He had heard the elves praising Sheyan's' Pestilence Monarch 'ability as if it was miraculous. This time, he had accompanied Sheyan here with the intention of witnessing it for himself.
“3，2，1。” Sheyan slowly counted down and activated the 'Pestilence Monarch' ability. The illusion of the strange plant 'Stairway of the Sun' once again appeared behind him. The formless' Pestilence Monarch 'aura' rapidly spread in all directions like the tide of time!
At this moment, a loud "Boom!" resounded as the ground faintly trembled. Unexpectedly, the branches and leaves of the gigantic Ent Ferrell were rustling as he heavily knelt to the ground. The tree trunk he was carrying also fell to the ground with a loud "Bang!". His wooden face was astonishingly distorted with fright. "How could this happen?!" Ferrell exclaimed.
"Why, why is there such a plant!! Impossible, this feeling... ahhhhhhhh!!! "
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