The werewolves, like a tide, flooded the hills and grasslands.
The level 3 werewolf in the front saw the druid's guardian tree row, and after he let out a wolf howl to the sky, countless werewolves behind him stopped.
Hundreds of werewolves just stopped. The wolves were whimpering, and they were trembling with excitement.
"Is this a boring method of the druid?"
This is a farm at the outermost edge of Leman Town. Outside the fields of the farm are a square array of tree rows.
The druid's tree row can only deal with level 1 and level 2 werewolves. In front of the level 3 werewolves, it is just a slightly troublesome thorn.
More importantly, the level 3 werewolf is just a pioneer. Behind him, there are more than 500 werewolves of all levels.
In a valley in the distance, under the tree of nature, the bard druid Um suddenly opened his eyes from sleep.
"What's going on?" On the tree of nature, the leaves turned yellow and fell.
These fallen leaves danced in the air, but no druid would think there was any beauty in this. Each fallen leaf represents the death of trees in the tree row that grew from the blessed seeds.
So many fallen leaves prove that a tree row in the distance is being destroyed quickly.
Dozens, hundreds, hundreds of leaves... No matter how many leaves there are on the natural tree, it can't withstand such a fall.
The natural tree that was just planted, which is obviously still very young, is it going to be bald?
"Someone is attacking the tree row on a large scale!"
This tree was just planted by Um in the Elk Tribe. The elder of the Elk Tribe, Wuqier, hurriedly said: "I will send a war eagle to take a look!"
The Elk Tribe has some giant war eagles, which are the natural partners that the druids have obtained after generations of cultivation. After hearing the special horn, two war eagles fell from the sky. At first, only two black spots could be seen. When they got closer, they found that the wingspan of these war eagles reached 5 meters.
Wuqier sat on the war eagle: "Respected Um, I will go and see what happened first."
Soon, Wuqier and another druid flew into the sky.
Alma looked at the sky worriedly. The Cuckoo Tribe had disappeared and completely merged with the Elk Tribe. The growing tribe made their lives better.
The wandering druid Um brought the most advanced natural trees and tree rows. They originally thought that the druid tribe would become more powerful from now on, but the natural tree was greatly damaged.
Wuchar flew into the night sky, holding a longbow in his hand, looking down at the black earth. Occasionally, there were lights on in the houses of the farms, and there were rectangular tree rows around the farms.
The closer Wuchar got to the wilderness, the more frightened he was, because he felt the panic of the animals.
The oppression of the large group of predators made countless small animals shrink in the caves in fear. This kind of hiding will not last long, and the predators will find them quickly.
Soon, Wuchar flew to the scene of the incident.
Countless werewolves, estimated to be hundreds of werewolves, are forming a long attack line, breaking the trees on the tree row one by one.
The automatic attack of the tree row can cause damage to the werewolves, but it is not enough for the large number of werewolves. Only a careless werewolf would have his head pierced by the thorns and die in agony.
His death would not arouse the sympathy of other werewolves, but only laughter. The war eagle carried Wuqial across the sky, and Wuqial's face became more and more ugly.
In addition to the number, Wuqial also saw some werewolves with larger bodies, which were level 3 werewolves.
Without hesitation, Wuqial took out the druid horn and blew it in the sky.
Another druid did the same, took out a horn, and together they issued a distant horn sound.
Hearing this horn, the werewolves looked up, that damn druid...
This horn has only one function, that is, to tell all animals to escape from this place as soon as possible.
This is the method used by the druid to deal with large groups of werewolves. As long as they hear this horn, the animals will flee in the direction away from the wilderness. In this way, the werewolves will have no food, which can make it easier for large groups of werewolves to collapse.
Not only are wild animals fleeing, but the cattle and sheep kept in the farms are also becoming restless.
This is the druid's warning, and the druid is telling the domesticated livestock to get away as soon as possible.
Wuqial flew over the farm and shouted to the farmer who was holding a gun and preparing to guard the farm: "Run! Run to the town! Hundreds of werewolves are coming!"
The farmer knew the elders of the nearby druid tribe, especially the young Wuqial, who was very familiar with him. There were druids from the elk tribe in his farm.
Wuqial said to the druids of his tribe: "Help the farm evacuate! It may be a wolf tide!"
Hearing the word wolf tide, others finally realized the seriousness of the problem.
Wolf tide, a terrible and long-standing term.
Werewolves have strong survival ability. Groups of werewolves reproduce in the wilderness and occupy the living space in the wilderness. Werewolves, like farmers, depend on the weather for their food, but the food of werewolves is various animals in the wilderness. When encountering natural disasters, the food in the wilderness decreases, and the werewolves, driven by hunger, will rush to the human settlements in groups regardless of anything.
This is a wolf tide, a terrible disaster.
The farmer shouted: "Don't take anything except money! Open the cowshed and sheepfold! Let the livestock escape!"
Suddenly, the wilderness outside Leman Town was filled with panic.
All living things that could run were running. People were running to Leman Town, and cattle and sheep were running to the area between Fabro City and Leman Town.
Wuqial returned to his tribe and told all the druids about the possible wolf tide with a grim look on his face.
Wuqial said, "Let's go and take shelter in Leman Town. If the werewolves are not completely crazy, they will not attack the human town."
"No!" Level 3 druid, Erm, said very firmly at this time:
"How can we hide in the town at this time? If we all hide, how can there be farms asking for help from druids in the future?
This is our chance! I brought some level 3 blessed seeds, just to let the farmers see the effect of level 3 blessed seeds!
If it is just level 3 werewolves, it may not be a wolf tide, but just a large-scale werewolf invasion. Don't panic."
Wuqial and a group of druids looked at each other. This is the truth, but if it is really a wolf tide, it will be fatal. The wolf tide is not something these small druid tribes can resist.
Erm said again: "I will fight on the front line and defeat this wolf tide with level 3 blessed seeds! Let's go! Prove the power of blessed seeds and tree array squares! After tonight, farms will line up to buy blessed seeds!"