Green motes of light gathered, transforming above the elven warriors' heads into giant Shepherd Treants a hundred meters tall, their entire bodies formed of branches. The million elven warriors had summoned a full five thousand Shepherd Treants.
"Mm... who is it? Who summoned the elven goddess's guards?" One of the Shepherd Treants actually spoke. As its eyes opened, two beams of green light pierced through the void.
Klaist held the Elven Holy Sword across his chest and bowed respectfully. "Honorable Shepherd Treant, I am Klaist, general of the Natural Elf Race. In the name of the holy sword, I summon the Shepherd Treants to sweep away the enemy forces and eliminate the threat to my Natural Elf Race!"
"The Elven Holy Sword... hmm, what a familiar presence. Unfortunately, your strength is insufficient; you cannot yet wield the holy sword's full power. Still, since they are enemies of our elf race, as guardians of the goddess, it is naturally our duty to fight for you..." The Shepherd Treant leader turned to look at the ever-approaching Zerg, a strange glint flashing through its eyes. "What a terrifying race. I cannot see any trace of a living soul in them. These creatures are simply weapons born for slaughter! Terrifying. Such a race should never exist in this universe. Shepherd Treants, follow me into battle!"
"Wait, honorable sir. The enemy's numbers are simply too great. I hope the Shepherd Treant army can join forces with our troops and fight the enemy together!" Klaist said nervously, afraid that the Shepherd Treant leader would refuse.
However, the leader was clearly far more agreeable toward his own side. He turned back. "How should we cooperate?"
Klaist pointed at the mech warriors around the Shepherd Treants. "They will become your weapons!"
"Roar roar roar..."
"Hiss roar roar..."