The magic tamer controlling the magic eagle told Watson the news that [Turbo Duck] and others had tamed a son of the green god.
Watson repeatedly confirmed that he had heard correctly.
How can it be?
As we all know, although the devil rabbit looks docile and cute, it is indeed the most difficult kind of monster to domesticate.
Even if it is surrendered, there will be a high probability of rebellion in the future.
And these people actually try to tame the magic rabbit in such a tense fighting moment.
This kind of behavior seems to the indigenous people to be somewhat cerebral palsy.
But if you think about it carefully, there are a few things they do that don't involve cerebral palsy.
A group of people rushed out of the gate to face the beast horde head-on.
Then, because he couldn't squeeze the front line, he found another way to go up the rock wall.
In the end, he crazily jumped into the enemy group and blew himself up. This group of people really didn't take their lives seriously.
Watson let out a long breath and turned his head to look at the gate below.
I don't know when, an adventurer whose strength is at the beginning of gold came to organize the order of the players.
This is the golden avatar sent by Du Wei in order to avoid the players messing around and causing bad consequences due to frequent opening of the door.
When the players gather at the gate, they will be guided by the task panel, and they will come to the avatar in an orderly manner to check in.
At the same time, the waiting information for entering the queue will also appear on their task panel. Only when the queue reaches a hundred people, the golden avatar will ask the guards to open the door for everyone.
Watson looked at Du Wei's avatar from the high platform, and there were only a handful of people with gold-level strength in the Adventurer's Association.
He basically knew all of them, but the person in front of him had never heard of them.
Strange things happened one after another, which made him suspicious of the adventurers and noble leaders who came at the same time.
Where did this group of people come from? Their behavior was completely different from the adventurers and nobles he knew.
Although some of them were brave enough to die, there was something wrong with thousands of people appearing at the same time.
What's more, there is now an extremely face-to-face gold-level organizer.
Originally Watson thought that [Seven Blades Soul] was the strongest organizer among this group of adventurers, but now it seems that he not only underestimated their strength, but also miscalculated everything about them.
No matter the reason for coming to help, or the way of acting, they are all weird and inexplicable.
The Victor family, as far as Watson knows, seems to be some kind of fallen nobleman who occupies a place in the frontier.
Because it has been in decline for a long time, Watson, who has been on the front line all year round, does not know its specific situation.
Watson ordered to his deputy: "Go and investigate, whether the Victor family has made any major moves recently, and whether this group of people are reinforcements sent by the Victor family."
The deputy took the order and walked off the high platform to investigate in the rear.
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On the frontline battlefield, under the leadership of several silver-level players, the crowd advanced like a bamboo to the second line of defense.
But just as they were about to break into the second line of defense, a large tree spirit more than ten meters high crashed into the line of defense and walked out.
Not only is it huge in size, but it is also extremely powerful.
"I beep—! Gold-ranked ancient tree of war!"
A player who rushed to the front had just uttered a foul language when he was trampled into a persimmon by the rhizome of the ancient war tree.
Small branches fell off its torso, turning into small individuals ranging in strength from black iron to bronze, and wantonly attacking the players in front of it.
The team of long-distance mystics organized by Tianzhu Guild collectively chanted the secret method of fire.
The small flame was quickly extinguished by the ancient tree. It looked at the player's rear position, waved the branch like an arm, and threw dozens of hundreds of seeds away.
The red seed has a fire bag inside it, which explodes when it falls on the player.
The black seeds split from the middle, biting the surrounding players like a mouth. The ranks of mystics who were not good at close combat were quickly dispersed.
The new melee players who came from the rear burst into laughter.
This saves trouble, there is no need to squeeze to the front and there will be strange fights.
The average strength of the tree seeds is higher than that of black iron, slightly weaker than the small individuals that are dealt with in close combat on the front line.
The magic eagle circling high above observed that the player army was in chaos due to the appearance of the ancient war tree.
Demon Tamer: "It's over, they will all be buried here this time."
Watson listened to what the magic trainer said without end, with mixed feelings in his heart: "What's the matter? What's the matter? What's wrong with the front line?"
Magic trainer: "It's the ancient tree of war, the ancient tree of war has come out."
Watson was shocked when he learned that it was the ancient war tree that had joined the battlefield.
That was a gold-ranked treant monster. He was seriously injured because of the ancient war tree.
At that time, Watson was fighting the enemy bravely, but countless self-explosive seeds suddenly fell from the sky, causing his body to be bruised and bruised, and he has not been healed until today.
Demon Tamer: "The Ancient Tree of War projected the seeds to the back row of the adventurers. The front row can last until now because they have the array of mystics in the back row to assist in attacking large monsters. This is over..."
At the same time, after undergoing the initial baptism of self-explosion, the players quickly reorganized their formation.
Everyone who is not afraid of death will not be affected by this kind of surprise attack. The surviving mystics retreated with the slightly injured to make room for the melee players who arrived later~www.mtlnovel.com~Ghost Shadow from the Heart] A black seed stepped on his feet, "This thing was thrown from that big tree? If it is cultivated, can it be trained to the gold level, [Gandalf] Don't you want one?"
[Dual-wielding Gandalf] glanced at the black seed and said disdainfully, "I'm the man who will control the flying dragon in the future. Let the dryad be raised by other magic trainers."
Although he was not interested in seeds, several demon trainers belonging to the Tianzhu Fourth Regiment were moved:
"give it to me!"
"Leave it to me~"
"I come!"
Several people rushed forward to tame the black seed restrained by [Ghost Shadow from Heart].
[Ghost Shadow from the Heart] Seeing that there are quite a lot of interested members, I helped everyone catch a few more.
Black seed gas, they have never been so humiliated in their lives.
The predecessors and compatriots of these seeds either fought and returned to the ancient tree of war, or died in battle and were reclaimed by the ancient tree, but they have never been captured by humans.
The black seeds suppressed by [Ghost Shadow from Heart] shed tears of humiliation.
they hate
I hate myself for not having the self-destruct ability like the red seed,
You can't kill yourself on the spot,
Let this group of humans who want to capture and tame them see and see,
What is arrogance?
What does it mean to never be a slave.
The same thing happened on the front lines.
It's just that the players here have changed from capturing seeds to capturing saplings.
[Dawn] said to [Seven-Blade Royal Soul]: "If we raise these things, we can use them as siege tools in the future~"
[Seven-Blade Yuhun] heard that it made sense, and led [Li Xiao] and [Nai Nai] to retreat a short distance.
Start helping other players clean up the saplings.