On a fairly wide street in the southern part of Fir City.
Two players who use catchphrases as their IDs are being tested.
[ That's Really Bad. ] He held a broken longsword in his hand, his face showing distinct layers of paleness from excessive blood loss and pinkness from being ravaged by the winter wind.
"It looks like we're going to die here today..."
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a hint of regret:
"We might be spotted by civilians during the day, and we're vulnerable to being hunted by tree-men at night. This event is definitely going to be quite challenging..."
" That's Good Then," he said with a wry smile.
"To be honest, it's not difficult to survive in the city, but it's not easy to achieve anything... If we can just blend in and become locals, it seems like it wouldn't be so bad."
"That's right, so what do we say now?"
"Done!"
"Okay, let's do it!"
The two let out a meaningless roar and focused their firepower on a slightly shorter tree-man.
Although they shout slogans loudly on the surface, given the chance, the two will still choose to escape rather than engage in combat.
Unfortunately, the enemy on the other side did not give them such an opportunity. Even the shortest tree-man was about 2.5 meters tall. Its branches spread out like arms on both sides of its body, and a huge cage quickly began to tighten, closing in on the two people who were surrounded.
Both "[ That's Good Then ]" and "[ That's Really Bad ]" knew their fates were sealed and were prepared to start over.
But at that moment, a voice that was not human entered their ears, carrying information they could understand:
"Stop it!"
The two tree-men paused their actions at the sound of their own kind, but the two players weren't about to give up.
As the cage stopped shrinking, the two men brandished their weapons, preparing to deliver a leaping slash to the enemy in front of them.
Upon seeing this, the other tree-man immediately shot out two sharp branches with barbs, piercing through the two players from behind.
[ That's Good Then ] was relatively lucky, only his abdomen was pierced and then pulled back; [ That's Really Bad ] was rather unlucky, his left chest was pierced, and it seemed he wouldn't survive.
At that moment, the owner of the voice also arrived at the scene. The two looked at the same time and saw that it was a tree that was taller and more upright than the two tree people, and its bark and branches looked denser and more solid.
The texture is like...
Iron birch?
The two users, [ That's Good Then ] and [ That's Really Bad ], were shocked to find the previous post about the code and were quite surprised by the tree-man that could twist its neck.
But this kind of antics itself speaks volumes, and the fact that they can still speak normally [ That's Good Then ] makes sense. After thinking for a moment, they uttered a few meaningless syllables:
"Cuckoo cuckoo~"
Similar syllables also came from the tree hole in the trunk of the ironwood tree person:
"Cuckoo cuckoo~"
Great, the green tooth connection was successful.
[ That's Good Then. ] Just as he was about to say something, the Iron Birch Tree Ent, who had rushed closer, began to swing its tough and thick branches, knocking both tree entities back with a dull thud.
It seemed like a monster that had stepped out of a fantasy world, letting out a roar and then glaring angrily at the two tree-men:
"Who dares to take it from me?!"
The Treant Hunter, having lost their minds, were unaware of fear, or rather, Antiya Lisi had raised their fear threshold to a level unimaginable to ordinary people.
Therefore, when faced with a stronger opponent who was taller and stronger than themselves, and whose wood was obviously of better quality, they still chose to fight immediately.
Seeing that the two tree-men did not back down, [ Clear Soup Master ] also felt a desire to compete and wanted to see how much stronger he was now compared to when he was not Tree Transformation. So he also swung his branches and fought with the two tree-men in the simplest way.
"[ That's Good Then. ]" Staring blankly at the scene unfolding before him, he felt that this kind of thing was somewhat magical.
If Ed were here, he would surely be marveling at the classic scene being recreated while scanning his surroundings to see if the two men's butts were actually up in the tree.
" That's Really Bad," he asked with all his might.
What do we do now?
[ That's Good Then. ] (Shrugs)
"What else can we do? We should prepare to run away first."
As he spoke, he pulled out a dagger and began cutting the barbed vines that were piercing his abdomen. The barbs on these things were truly monstrous; with these things in place, it was impossible to pull the thorny vines out of one's body.
The only solution he can think of now is to cut it up.
It's a pity that those special branches, though soft, are extremely tough, like a piece of meat tendon that has been cut a thousand times and is difficult to sever.
As [ That's Good Then ] began cutting with his knife, the treant who was launching barbed vines turned his head to look in their direction.
Just as [ That's Good Then ] thought the tree spirit's iron fist was about to strike, the iron birch tree spirit swung out its thick branches with a whooshing sound.
"Bang!"
The barbed vine tree was knocked to the ground, and the ironwood tree grabbed its thickest branches and bent them downwards with force.
With a tearing sound, the tree-man lost its two most useful "arms," one of which even had vines growing on it that could pierce through two people.
Seeing this, the other tree-man calmed down a bit. The iron birch tree-man turned to look at it, and the several dark tree holes stared at each other.
At this point, "[ That's Really Bad ]" was barely breathing, while "[ That's Good Then ]" was wondering how long this stalemate would last...
But the stalemate lasted only a breath before the ironwood tree spirit struck again, tearing off the branches on both sides of the tree spirit's trunk in the same way.
At this moment, the first defeated treant also shakily stood up from the ground.
It looked at its broken limbs, then at its fellow creatures who had suffered the same fate, and finally chose to turn and leave.
Seeing his companion run away, the other treant also chose to leave. In the night of Fir City, only one treant and two players remained on the street.
"Forehead..."
[ That's Good Then. ] I don't know what to say, so I'm thinking of confirming the other person's identity first.
"Who are you?"
"I am [ Clear Soup Master ]."
"Oh, I've heard of you. I remember you were the organizer of that Blood Corpse assembly line operation."
"Just one of them."
Although the Iron Birch Tree Man was quite pleased that other players had heard of him, he didn't take credit for it. He looked at the two of them and said:
"You'd better hide quickly! These tree-men are completely unreasonable; only a few can be communicated with in a simple way, and each one of them is quite formidable in combat..."
" That's Good Then," she said, pursing her lips with a hint of envy in her expression.
"If they're so powerful, then you're even more of a big shot."