The Tree Shepherds looked rather excited.
They seemed to regard the golden Treant imbued with Soren's avatar as a being connected to the Father of Oaks. Numerous Treants gathered around Soren to protect him, joining him in charging the enemy's defensive line.
Soren had never experienced anything like this. After taking the form of a golden oak Treant, he possessed astonishing defenses. He was essentially immune to ordinary physical attacks, and his resistance to spell damage was equally impressive. With his overwhelming size and strength, even an ordinary attack from Soren rivaled that of a Dragon at the great wyrm stage or older. Neither Dracoliches nor Devils could withstand a single blow. Like a column of tanks, the Treants forced their way to the temple entrance, leaving countless corpses of Naram's followers behind them. But their part in the battle essentially ended there.
The Treants were simply too large to fit through the temple entrance.
Now it was the Monks' turn. Many Monks, Rangers, and druids began pushing forward. As Chan passed, she gave the golden oak Treant that Soren had become a thoughtful look.
She sensed a trace of something familiar, but could not be certain.
Fierce fighting erupted.
This battle would determine whether peace could be restored to the lands around the Death Desert. Numerous monasteries had sent their senior members. Within sight alone, there were dozens of Monks and druids of legendary rank or higher.
Soren tried to leave his current Treant form.
As Soren's figure emerged, the towering golden oak Treant immediately shrank to a little over ten meters tall. The nearby Tree Shepherds looked thoughtful, as though they had sensed something.
"The Father of Oaks has not fallen!"
"He has merely fallen into slumber, but he is still watching over us!"
An elderly Tree Shepherd