After Cyril and others climbed the tree wall, they found that even with the protection of the tree wall and the blocking of the forefront, the elves of the archers on the tree wall could not shoot arrows with peace of mind.

"Please pay attention to throwing stones, three, two, one, dodging!"

As the elf commander shouted, several black shadows flew from afar, and in the blink of an eye, they had already reached the top of the tree wall. The elves dodged and avoided, but they saw the black shadow slamming firmly on the tree wall, leaving a deep depression.

The splashing stones hit the elves who were hiding. Cyril immediately stepped forward, and the cross-eagle knight shield appeared in his hand, blocking the stones flying towards the waist of an elves.

The elf seemed to have not reacted yet, but Cyril had already put away his shield and continued to walk towards the middle of the tree wall. The elf commander's voice had sounded again, and he could only grab the bow and return to his position, wondering in his heart who saved him.

Irandal's command post is in the middle of the forefront tree wall, which is the closest to this magical plain. Cyril rushed to the command post while observing the situation in the coking area-

You can also see twisted purple films in the sky, and there is a magic plain. According to Clement, this purple film was originally more than that thick, but now you can vaguely see the broken walls and ruins inside and the vast desolate scene.

The scene of the huge rock flying towards the city wall made Cyril feel a little familiar. He remembered that when he was in the Tower of North Wind, the frost giants also threw the huge rocks at the city wall, causing damage to the city.

However, there was no frost giant in the magic plain. The siege equipment - catapults, which launched a long-range attack on the tree wall were siege equipment. The metal siege cars with rust and extremely ferocious appearance were arranged side by side. After that round of catapults, they began to reload the huge rocks. It seemed that there was still a long time before the next attack was launched.

As for enemies who are arrayed in a distance, densely packed but do not take the initiative to attack, Cyril cannot tell which creatures they are composed of. Ghosts account for a large proportion, and the whites connected into a string of really affect people's judgment.

Cyril quickly walked into the bulging vine room in the middle, like a fortress, followed by Clement, the commander of the Silver Deer Rider, and Darien, the commander of the Green Ivy Division. When they walked into the room, they saw a crowded area—

It’s not because there are many people, and there are only five creatures present, but there are a unicorn, a centaur leader, a tree man trying to curl up, an elf and a human. Except for the elves and humans, the other three presents almost filled the room.

"Sentaul, please put away your thoughts of attacking. This is a guardian battle, I'll emphasize it again."

Irandal rubbed his temples with one hand, and explained as he tried to slow down his tone, looking like he had been worried for a long time. The leader of the centaur hummed a few dissatisfiedly: "Irandal, you can't stop me. A spirit has passed through the tree man before-"

"Sentaul, do you think this is our responsibility?" The tree man made an unhappy voice. It was the tree man Cyril saw when he first arrived at the gate of the Tree of Life, Dalogo.

"I think Sentaul doesn't mean this." Irandal instead spoke for the Centaur leader, "Okay, at least now this group of spirits has stopped charging, we can consume it well-"

But before Elandal finished speaking, another strange voice rang out: "We unicorns can't afford such consumption. Elandal, if your choice is to stick to it, then I have to let the unicorn retreat..."

"Golden giant, the front line needs your support." Druid Derrick began to persuade the unicorn who spoke.

The room was in a mess. When Cyril entered the door, he was facing the unicorn's butt. He didn't think the butt was as seductive as Cran thought, but he subconsciously chose to dodge a few steps to the side.

Just a few seconds after he dodged, the unicorn seemed to be angry and suddenly slapped backwards, kicking Darien who had just walked into the house, and kicked the commander of the Qingteng tribe out, and overturned Clement outside to the ground.

Now, several creatures in the house finally realized Cyril's existence. Irandal's eyes lit up at Cyril, as if he had found a savior.

He stood up and whispered: "Okay, the key figures in solving the coking area have finally arrived. Cyril Adrien, what are your plans?"

Cyril seemed to see a slap in his mouth. From the few conversations in the room just now, it can be seen that several leaders of various forces have different opinions. Some want to launch an active attack on the invaders of the Magic Plain, while others want to hold on.

However, he did not mean to flash the slightest. It would be better to say that he would be happy to see these creatures in the forest have their own plans.

Treeman, human, centaur, elves, unicorns, five pairs of eyes all fell on Cyril, and the half-elves boy said calmly:

"Elder, I think we need to enter the magic plains earlier."

“What’s the reason?”

"The resonance of the tree of life has enabled this magical plain to be activated. I had annihilated a ghost force before, which is composed of the souls of the elves-" Cyril paused for a moment, and saw that Irandal's face remained unchanged, and then continued, "This magical plain has great hostility to nature and the elves. If you drag it down, I am afraid that the Ellekin jungle will suffer severe trauma."

"Do you think there will be a continuous stream of monsters, and even stronger appearances?" Druid asked in a low voice.

"Yes, if the scene of an elves fighting a certain force is reproduced here, then if you continue to drag on it, more advanced troops may appear." Cyril nodded, "The more complete the magic plain is stimulated, the more things can be reproduced. This is the consensus of scholars."

This is indeed the consensus of scholars, but it is only a scholar twenty years later. But Derrick had no way to verify it at this time, so he could only nod and fall into deep thought.

The unicorn shook the head with a silver horn, sniffed and said:

"So, are you going to rush into that plain?"

"That's right." Cyril responded, "Basically cracking, this is the only way to break the magic plain - although it can also generate a larger range of magic plains through more powerful treasures for suppression, I think we should not be able to come up with something of that level."

"But now those monsters have sealed all the roads to the coking area." Elandal shook his head, but then he saw the half-elf boy squint slightly and the expression on his face with a confident look:

"Breakthrough of the lockdown is not a problem, the key is that I need support."
Chapter completed!