Chapter 658
There was a strange soundwave that was undetectable to ordinary people.
As it echoed around the surrounding forest, two ancient trees at the edge of Rut’theran Village trembled.
Aaaaaah…
An odd and aged voice reverberated throughout the forest. Those two massive trees measuring up to seven or eight meters suddenly shook their bodies, and a humanoid face appeared on their wrinkled and dry trunk.
“Who is it…who…woke me…from…slumber…again? You elves, can’t you let me sleep just a little longer?” An ancient tree shook his body and uprooted himself with much difficulty as it grumbled.
The speed of his speech was extremely slow. It seemed he had not wholly awakened from his deep slumber. However, once he straightened his body, he started to speak normally.
“Hmm, where did these tiny insects come from? Why are there so many of them?”
The faces that appeared in the trunks looked around for a bit, and the two tiny treants finally realized something was off.
The one and a half meter long bodies of the magical mantises looked like bean sprouts beside potatoes when put by the side of the eight-meter tall treants. They looked minuscule. However, these sixteen bean sprouts had an entire mouth full of sharp teeth and their terrifying scythes.
The sixteen magical mantises turned into sixteen bolts of black lightning constantly circling the two treants. The moment they found the opportunity, they would lunge at the treants’ backs where they had trouble defending, and used their sawtooth scythe limbs to hack at the treants’ bark. Tree sap splashed everywhere.
The two tiny treants grunted. They turned about on the spot and waved the tough vines wrapped around their bodies in an attempt to lash at the black silhouettes.
Unfortunately, with their slow and clumsy movements, they could not touch the mantises at all, even though these attacks were still crushing the insects in the tide. Their careless attacks only exposed even more of their weaknesses.
The sixteen magical mantises spun around the two treants like a revolving lantern and occasionally lunged forward to slash. They would then quickly flare their wings and leave the treants’ attack range when they saw them lift their vine whips.
In less than seven minutes, the tough bark armor of the two treants was covered in wounds. Crisscrossing slash marks could be seen everywhere. Many of them had even pierced the bark and damaged the insides of the treants.
A look of determination appeared on the wrinkled and cracked face of one of the treants. It lifted its thick right leg and stomped it into the ground.
A muffled boom. The entire ground trembled slightly.
This treant roared at the sky and its right leg formed of countless roots was embedded into the earth once more. They once again turned into the form of snake-like roots under the power of the treant’s tremendous life force and lashed upward in every direction.
The next second, in a twenty-meter area around the treant, the earth split, and the dirt rumbled. Countless roots emerged from underground and tightly bound all moving creatures above.
These included countless insects and three magical mantises that couldn’t fly away in time.
“Gar’lua, go, take the elves away; leave this place to me!” The treant roared furiously and urged its companion to leave.
The other treant glanced sorrowfully at its companion that had chosen to sacrifice himself and finally turned to walk toward the elven treehouse.
Its size was exceedingly large. It only needed to extend its arms and place it upon the tree, and the elves would be able to jump onto its leafy body.
At this moment, the black swarm of insects had already forced the elves onto the very top of the only remaining ancient tree. They were barely defending this last sanctuary of theirs.
It had yet to be half an hour since the start of the battle, and only two dozen elves of their original number of six or seven dozen remained.
The other had either been taken down by the magical mantises and dragged into the tide of insects or had slipped and fallen off the tree to be devoured by the wave. At any rate, their odds were slim!
Thus, the elves hurriedly jumped into the canopy of the treant when they saw it come to their aid. It was only then that they had escaped this ancient tree that was about to be devoured by the swarm.
This only surviving treant waved its vine whips to chase away the circling mantises after saving the elves. It then strode away into the depths of the forest, wading through the swarm of bugs.
Behind his lonely back, the treant that had chosen to stay behind had already fallen wordlessly.
A path full of shouting and a road full of deadly pursuers gradually extended into the distance.