Chapter 359 - Volume 3
Chapter 138 – Piercing through the siege
============ Druids’ POV ============
While Wydall had led his subordinates to reach Brendel’s camp, the Druids launched a formal attack to break the siege. War horns rang out in the darkness, causing countless birds to fly out and many factions to look at the Druids’ march.
It was as though a slumbering dragon had woken up with a roar; its voice clear and melodious that made the forest tremble.
More than a thousand Druids and Tree Elves poured out in response to the war horns. These allied forces wore robes made out of reeds, forming a line of green that severed the wolves’ charge.
More than a hundred Ents woke up from their sleep under the Druids’ summoning magic, and these giant trees that reached several meters high smashed into the wolves with their feet. They then lowered their body and swatted the black wolves the size of cows with their immense hands. Once they entered the battlefield, the black wolves that poured out like a flood were suddenly halted.
The summoning magic was a fourth-circle spell. While these Ents could not compare with a real Treant, they were classified as intermediate Silver-rankers, which were more than enough to handle the monsters.
But the Druids who could summon them were elite Druids within the Blackthorn council, and they planned to stay in the area until Brendel succeeded in entering his destination, making it clear that the Druids were determined to support him by risking their lives.
“Lord-class black wolves, what a funny description. Does he mean that the wolves are able to act like aristocrats?” Faena giggled.
Brendel’s ears caught that remark, and he whipped his head to glare at her with the words ‘shut up!’ written on his face.
Faena’s temper rose up. There was no one in the Kirrlutz Empire who dared to be so rude to her! But she quickly knitted her brows in shock as she remembered what Brendel did a while ago, and she forced back her words of insult.
“Hmph, what an evil man.” She could only mumble to herself in frustration.
Naturally, her voice was so soft that even Brendel could hardly hear it with his high perception.