"It must have been those Magic Beasts that live underground!"
"We fell into their trap!"
"Those despicable, treacherous Barbarians! No wonder their attacks kept growing fiercer.
"They were trying to draw our attention so those underground Magic Beasts could gnaw through the roots of the World Tree Offshoot!"
"What do we do now?!"
"It's over! It's all over! The World Tree Sapling our mother clan entrusted to us... it's gone!"
"Damn it! We have to get revenge! We can't let those wretched thieves who gnawed through the World Tree Sapling's roots escape!"
"Kill them! Kill those treacherous Barbarians! Kill those thieves!"
"After them! Follow the underground tunnels!"
The Elves shouted furiously.
Every one of them was seething, their eyes bloodshot.
Even the Dragons slaughtering the Barbarians and Magic Beasts noticed something was wrong.
They turned toward the fallen World Tree offshoot, looking startled.
Just as they were about to ask what had happened or offer help.
Another change occurred.
The corpses of the Barbarians and Magic Beasts that had died and been crushed into pulp.
Seemed to come back to life.
They writhed and gathered together, growing steadily larger, swelling into a monstrous mass of flesh.
Then.
The monster let out an incredibly shrill screech.
Almost every Elf who heard it felt her mind go blank.
They fell into a daze.
Even among the Dragons.
Only those above level 17, at least on Allen's level, were immune.
"So this was their backup plan?
"A monster formed by absorbing and gathering the corpses of other dead creatures?
"Heh... what a waste of my anticipation."
The completely unaffected Red Dragon Whelp sneered.
He beat his wings and rose into the air.
He flew above the still-expanding ball of flesh, which now looked to be only six or seven meters across.
Then he