Seron

Just then, the Sacred Trees' roots began to writhe ceaselessly like giant serpents turning over, cracking the ground apart.

They intertwined with one another, possessed by evil souls from the Abyss, gradually forming twisted, evil, massive Treants.

These Treants stood twenty to thirty meters tall. Waving their mud-caked arms and letting out hoarse roars, they charged toward the allied soldiers.

Boom!

With a deafening crash, a dwarf fighting valiantly was smashed flat on the spot, blood and shredded flesh splattering across his comrades' faces.

"Damn monsters!"

Several dwarf Fighters gathered together. Riding rams, they charged at the nearby Treants like knights assaulting a mountain peak.

Their iron hammers struck bodies made of roots with dull thuds, sending wood chips flying, yet they could not truly harm their foes.

A Treant swept its arm sideways, instantly sending the dwarf Fighters flying into the air. Against that immense force, the dwarves, most of whom stood under one and a half meters tall, could scarcely resist.

A savage smile appeared on the Treant's face as it plunged its arms into the ground, its roots burrowing into the soil.

Boom!

In an instant, roots burst from the earth and directly impaled the dwarf Fighters in midair, ripping open their bellies. Their bloody corpses were left hanging from the branches, their deaths gruesome beyond words.

"No—"

Zane's face was filled with rage, his eyes bloodshot. He raised Rock Hammer and leaped into the air, roaring himself hoarse, "Monster! I'll make you pay with your life!"

Facing the leaping dwarf, the Treant grinned viciously again. Its arm lashed over like a long whip, treating Zane as just another dwarf rushing to his death.

"Perfect!"

Zane swung his hammer. Warhammer struck the Treant's arm with immense force, actually smashing it clean off and sending the thick root