Weird Star Witch

The werewolves, like a tide, flooded the hills and grasslands.

The level 3 werewolf in the front saw the druid's guardian tree row, howled to the sky, and countless werewolves behind him stopped.

Hundreds of werewolves just stopped. The wolves were whimpering, and they were trembling with excitement.

"Is this a boring method of the druid?"

This is a farm at the outermost edge of Leman Town. Outside the fields of the farm are a square array of tree rows.

The druid's tree row can only deal with level 1 and level 2 werewolves. In front of the level 3 werewolves, it is just a slightly troublesome thorn.

More importantly, the level 3 werewolf is just a pioneer. Behind him, there are more than 500 werewolves of all levels.

In a valley in the distance, under the tree of nature, the wandering druid Um suddenly opened his eyes from sleep.

"What's going on?"

On the tree of nature, the leaves turned yellow and fell.

These fallen leaves danced in the air, but no druid would think there was any beauty in this. Every fallen leaf means that there are trees dying in the tree row that grew from the blessed seeds.

So many fallen leaves prove that there is a tree row in the distance that is being destroyed quickly.

Dozens, hundreds, hundreds of leaves... No matter how many leaves there are on the natural tree, it can't withstand such falling.

The natural tree that was just planted, which is obviously still very young, is it going to be bald?

"Someone is attacking the tree row on a large scale!"

This tree was just planted by Erm in the Elk Tribe. The elder of the Elk Tribe, Wuqier, hurriedly said: "I will send a war eagle to see!"

The Elk Tribe has some giant war eagles, which are the natural partners that the druids have obtained after generations of cultivation. After hearing the special horn, two war eagles fell from the sky. At first, only two black spots could be seen. When they got closer, they found that the wingspan of these war eagles reached 5 meters.

Wuqier sat on the war eagle: "Respected Erm, I will go to see what happened first."

Soon, Wuqier and another druid flew into the sky.

Alma looked at the sky worriedly. The Cuckoo Tribe had disappeared and completely merged with the Elk Tribe. The growing tribe made their lives better.

The wandering druid Um brought the most advanced natural trees and tree rows. They originally thought that the druid tribe would be more powerful from now on, but the natural tree was greatly damaged.

Wuchar flew into the night sky, holding a longbow in his hand, looking down at the black earth. Occasionally, there were lights on in the houses of the farms, and there were rectangular tree rows around the farms.

The closer he got to the wilderness, the more frightened Wuchar was, because he felt the panic of the animals.

The oppression of a large group of predators made countless small animals shrink in the caves in fear. This kind of hiding will not last long, and the predators will find them quickly.

Soon, Wuchar flew to the scene of the incident.

Countless werewolves, estimated to be hundreds of werewolves, are forming a long attack line, breaking the trees on the tree rows one by one.

The automatic attack of the tree row can cause damage to the werewolves, but it is not enough for the large number of werewolves. Only the careless werewolves will be pierced in the head by the tree thorns and die in pain.

And his death will not arouse the sympathy of other werewolves, but will only be met with laughter.     The war eagle carried Wuqial across the sky, and Wuqial's face became more and more ugly.

In addition to the number, Wuqial also saw some werewolves with larger bodies, which were level 3 werewolves.

Without hesitation, Wuqial took out the druid horn and blew it in the sky.

Another druid did the same, took out a horn, and issued a distant horn together.

Hearing this horn, the werewolves looked up, that damn druid...

This horn has only one function, that is, to tell all animals to escape from this place as soon as possible.

This is the method used by druids to deal with large groups of werewolves. As long as they hear this horn, the animals will flee away from the wilderness. In this way, the werewolves will have no food, which can make it easier for large groups of werewolves to collapse.

Not only were wild animals fleeing, but the cattle and sheep kept in the farms also became restless.

This was a warning from the druids, telling the domesticated livestock to stay away as soon as possible.

Wuqial flew over the farm and shouted to the farmer who was holding a gun and preparing to guard the farm: "Run! Run to the town! Hundreds of werewolves are coming!"

The farmer knew the elders of the nearby druid tribe, especially the young Wuqial, who was very familiar with him. There were druids from the elk tribe in his farm.

Wuqial said to the druids of his tribe: "Help the farm evacuate! It may be a wolf tide!"

Hearing the word wolf tide, others finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

Wolf tide, a terrible and long-standing word.

Werewolves have a strong ability to survive. Batches of werewolves reproduce in the wilderness and occupy the living space in the wilderness. Werewolves, like farmers, depend on the weather for food, but the food of werewolves is various animals in the wilderness. When natural disasters occur, food in the wilderness decreases, and the wolves, driven by hunger, will rush to human settlements in groups without hesitation.

This is a wolf tide, a terrible disaster.

The farmer hurriedly shouted: "Don't take anything except money! Open the cowshed and sheepfold! Let the livestock escape!"

For a while, the wilderness outside Leman Town was full of panic.

All living things that can run are running, people are running to Leman Town, and cattle and sheep are running to the area between Fabro City and Leman Town.

Uchar returned to his tribe and told all the druids about the possible wolf tide with a grim look on his face.

Uchar said: "Let's go, let's go to Leman Town for shelter. If the werewolves are not completely crazy, they will not attack the human town."

"No!" Level 3 druid, Um, spoke very firmly at this time:

"How can we hide in the town at this time? If we all hide, how can there be farms asking for help from druids in the future?

This is our chance! I brought some level 3 blessed seeds, just to let the farmers see the effect of level 3 blessed seeds!

If it's just level 3 werewolves, it may not be a wolf tide, but just a large-scale werewolf invasion. Don't panic."

Uchar and a group of druids looked at each other. This is the truth, but if it is really a wolf tide, it will be fatal. The wolf tide is not something these small druid tribes can resist.

Erm said again: "I will fight on the front line and defeat this wave of wolves with level 3 blessed seeds! Let's go! Go and prove the power of blessed seeds and tree arrays! After tonight, farms will line up to buy blessed seeds!"