Across the platforms, countless lush vines hung down.
Dense poisonous spines were scattered across the vines as magic monsters threw themselves forward, leaping up the six-to-seven-meter-high steps.
In fact, the lowest part of the elven fortress's defensive line was structured like terraced fields.
Each level was six to seven meters high—a height that couldn't be expected to stop an enemy, but was primarily used to provide archers with the necessary slope and angle for shooting.
For the enemies attacking this area, it was easy to get caught in a web of crossfire from all directions.
A rain of arrows fell continuously.
Despite the barrage, the magic monsters continued to fight with desperate ferocity.
Bearman warriors surged forward one after another, their blood and flesh staining the battlefield.
The scene was one of total chaos, bodies pressed against bodies.
Amidst the meat-grinder of a battle, a group of zerglings launched a frenzied assault on the front lines.
Relying on their suicidal bravado, they forcibly tore a gap in the defensive line.
Although the magic monsters were overall stronger than the zerglings, they were completely bewildered when faced with a group of creatures that fought with zero regard for their lives and moved with perfect coordination.
Psh—
A Tier 6 magic monster suddenly transformed its arm into a massive hammer, smashing the insect in front of it into a bloody pulp.
However, this sight did not instill fear in any of the insects. The zerglings behind it charged forward, some even leaping over its body to strike at the rear.
In an instant, the swarm "submerged" him like a tsunami.
Soon, the sounds of battle and slaughter erupted even behind the monster.
Though there were only a few hundred zerglings, this charge undoubtedly pushed the front line back by over a hundred meters.
These insects were like heavy cavalry crashing into infantry, charging and trampling everything in their path, causing many magic monsters to fall into total disarray.
“Damn it!”
Among the dense ranks of magic monster soldiers, a chieftain raised his head. His expression shifted as he witnessed the scene before him.
He desperately wanted to know what those things were.
All were Tier 4, with terrifying appearances. Each individual looked so similar that it was nearly impossible to distinguish one from another.
The most terrifying part was that after tearing a hole in the front line and killing a Tier 4 magic monster, one of the zerglings dragged the corpse back and began to gnaw on it.
Soon, a specific piece of combat code was decoded and uploaded to the Zerg Hive.
After a brief analysis, it was confirmed that this data could be utilized without complex upgrades or modifications. Suddenly, the insects on the front line let out a collective roar, and the flesh beneath their carapaces underwent a slight change.
They had acquired some of the magic monsters' advantages, becoming more resilient in combat.
While it wasn't a major evolutionary leap analyzed by the Zerg Hive, and there was no visible increase in tier on the surface, this slight difference in resilience was enough to significantly improve the overall strength of the entire swarm.
Many magic monsters of the same tier soon discovered that while their combat power had originally been close, the defense of their opponents seemed to have grown stronger in the blink of an eye.
A thrust that would have previously penetrated ten centimeters now only went in nine.
In short, with that single, synchronized roar, the strength of the entire swarm had abruptly surged.
The Bearman Patriarch watched the scene in astonishment.
He had originally held the swarm in contempt, but at this moment, he realized that these creatures the elven race spoke so highly of seemed even more capable in battle than his own people.
“Is every single one of them unafraid of death?”
From his perspective, their suicidal combat style—focused solely on killing the enemy with maximum efficiency—was truly eerie.
“This powerful?” the Treant Patriarch murmured to himself.
At this moment, many treants were on the front lines, slaughtering magic monsters with abandon.
Their individual strength was great, but combined, there were only about a hundred of them—far fewer than even the elves.
Therefore, the life of every treant was precious.
After tearing open a gap, the swarm began to strike from the flanks. They managed to carve a path through the enemy, rescuing two besieged treants.
As the treants looked down at these tiny bodies, they felt an abundant power emanating from them.
“Thank you very much, little ones.”
The two treants expressed their gratitude happily.
They were indeed the reliable allies the elven race had praised.
The two battered treants turned and began to retreat, with the insects clearing a path for them to return.
Meanwhile, nearly a hundred hydralisks had dispersed around the battlefield, spitting venom down at the enemies below.
Psh! Psh! Psh!
Bursts of highly corrosive liquid flew out.
To the elves, the sight was inexplicably nauseating.
The massive size of the hydralisks and their indescribably hideous appearance were still a bit difficult for the lovely elven archers to accept.
At that moment, a pink-haired elven beauty glanced with some horror at a hydralisk that had slithered up beside her.
After spitting out several rounds and inflicting great agony on the magic monsters below, the large hydralisk seemed to sense the gaze from its side.
It turned its head, looked at the petite and slightly fearful elven girl, and then bared its teeth in a grin.
The pink-haired elf: “...”
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