The Witch of Comprehensive Network: From Azeroth to the Classic of Mountains and Seas

Chapter 846 The Battle of the Deep (a new update!)

What should the war belonging to the tree people be like?
Yi Xia didn't have a clear idea about this.

He has experienced quite a lot of extraordinary wars, and he has also witnessed the slaughter of countless creatures.

They are very different in shape and different from each other.

And right now, he is watching two exotic lives born from the same root, fighting on the body of the world tree that created them all:

The ancient tree that no longer exudes calmness and gentle habitat is "intimately" entangled with the fungus that has the same huge body size.

It was an unobtrusive fight and struggle that is common in the field of plants.

It often takes at least several months or even years.

Even when "meeting opponents", it will last for a longer period of time than ordinary things.

Perhaps for the life that does not have enough "spirituality", the restricted life form makes it difficult for them to know how to compromise.

That is the "stubbornness" endowed by nature...

Now under the very different characteristics of life, this tragic enough process can be accelerated and transformed into a sufficiently rapid posture.

There is no tragic appearance of flesh and blood, broken limbs and wreckage when flesh and blood are killed.

However, the most wild and brutal evolution of life caused by the war can still make Yi Xia, who is a foreigner, feel a certain familiar atmosphere of war from the wriggling and intertwined forest below.

For beings whose vision is not so sharp, the trend of war can also be seen from the distinctive color changes.

There are enough striking differences in the style of painting between the resuscitating tree people and those deep-seated species.

Yi Xia's eyes lingering in endless flames, glanced over the huge figures who were fighting fiercely.

The scene was too chaotic, and he was looking for a relatively suitable entry point.

And at this moment, Yi Xia's eyes suddenly froze.

On the intricate and colorful battlefield, a huge deep life completely killed a majestic treant.

It stood on top of the opponent's completely fallen corpse, and let out a low and ferocious roar towards the battlefield.

It is different from the dark and dark painting style that Youhui Life is used to, and it presents dangerous and colorful colors throughout.

Although under the brighter painting style of the Succulent Treeman, the variegation seems quite dull.

But at the same time, that brings another oppressive, taboo-like danger.

It appears to be a giant fungus-like life...

Yi Xia automatically ignored the tough surface layer that trampled on the rock and immediately cracked countless spider web marks and more unharmonious details.

Leaving aside whether it has enough energy.

Just like the mirror carp's scales, which make many people physically uncomfortable, as long as they are peeled off, it is still a popular delicacy...

So the great witch, who was about to wave down the witch banner towards this exotic land, slowed down his attacking rhythm.

Dawu felt that he had found a mushroom of good quality...

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"Roar!"

The deep slayer - the revived enemy - Stanchilla's distinctive and dangerous roar once again became the most dangerous voice dominating the battlefield.

Under the shade of the entangled trees, the faces of countless "little" figures who were fighting changed their faces after hearing this nightmare-like voice.

Even in such an anxious and tragic war, Stanchilla's roar can still bring such a real and violent sense of fear.

It is the most powerful slaughterer among the deep tribes, and it is also the undisputed meat grinder of war.

In the war years that have passed, Stanchilla has killed enough resurgent treants and derivative subspecies to form a former regional group.

Even for the many derived subspecies whose tolerance for war has been improved, this is an unimaginably terrifying scenario.

Compared with the existence of the sun, the recovery treant area tends to be more peaceful.

The gloomy land that has lost its light and is always shrouded in gloom is inevitably intertwined with the dark concepts of more living beings.

And it is not surprising that such a heterogeneous species is born among hundreds of millions of individuals.

"That guy... killed the head of the Zhuangwei tree!"

A subspecies peeped through the wriggling danger overhead to the great fallen ancient tree.

Another guard who has guarded a certain forest for thousands of years has returned to the embrace of the tree father...

As a result, this has brought more panic and anxiety.

They don't have the tough and strong bodies of the tree people, and their weak flesh and blood can only wield weak weapons.

Like the "sluggish" and "soft" creeping shade overhead.

It was an anxious fight between two majestic giants.

It seems to have lost its strength, and it doesn't have the strength that beings of this level should have at all.

But any subspecies not setting foot on the battlefield for the first time knows that there are plenty of dangers involved.

That's not a fight they can join and influence...

What they can do is to attack the related subspecies of each other.

Just like the entanglement of roots and vines, the strangulation of branches and sutras.

The layers are clear and orderly.

Even in the chaotic and dangerous remote region, everything has a seemingly disordered vein running through it.

The subspecies on the opposite side, after hearing Stankira's roar, immediately boosted their morale.

They screamed and launched a chaotic but intensive charge, as if they didn't care about the opponent's counterattack at all.

They have reason to believe that the mighty Stanchilla's roar of victory will be their declaration of victory.

At least, they stopped wriggling without worrying about the shade of the trees above their heads the next moment.

Then, the majestic torso that came from the invincibility of flesh and blood swung its destructive whip towards them...

And the next moment, the two groups that were already fighting closely together intertwined again at a higher density.

In an instant, countless lives were lost.

War is the most ruthless trampling on the value of life and the depth of civilization...

And at this time, "dawn"...,

The later spore poet-Illumi Zhongte recorded all the epic scenes it had experienced in this way:
"At that time, I and my comrades were fighting with the ferocious deep monsters... Until now, I am still grateful for the skills my ancestors gave me - it allowed me to avoid the attack of the fierce monster , and let me keep the weapon in the opponent's body forever..."

"That was the end of the 175-year battle of the deep, and I even had time to get my weapon back. The bigger movement from above brought the war to a temporary standstill."

"The sky is burning... That is different from the warm light of the sun, it is like a flame born when the world is destroyed..."

"At that moment, I thought it was the introduction of the tree father - it was in eternal sleep, remembering all the offspring..."

"And the next moment, I witnessed greatness with a mortal body..."

(End of this chapter)