A passage made of black wood.
A wall connected by a massive root.
And the beings that guard that place.
Wooden Nymphair Corps.
Countless pointed masks shone in the darkness.
The first to move was.
If you go, it's the wooden sword soldier.
An emotionless gaze downward when wearing a tree mask.
A sharp wooden sword in hand.
They had closed the distance at a rapid pace.
Behind that.
The wooden spearmen pounded the ground.
A root stretched out from the tip of the spear.
The spear kept growing longer.
It was as if the forest itself was attacking.
And the sky.
The wind gathered.
Wind leaf warrior.
Countless leaf blades spun and flew.
Screech!
Dryard stepped forward.
This time...”
"I’ll fight too."
She opened her hand.
The wooden pieces around gathered.
Wooden skewer.
A sharp wooden window.
Dozens rose into the air.
And.
I heard the little harp.
Ding—
A small melody.
But inside it was contained a strong magical power.
The sound wave spread.
The wooden windows moved along the melody.
Repelling the pouring leaf blades,
Pushed away the approaching Nymph Fairs.
However, the enemies continued to advance.
Root restraints.
A huge root sprouted from the ground.
I tried to grab the foot.
Wood-skin shield bug.
It created a natural barrier in front.
The defensive line has been completed.
The magical apostle turned the spear.
"They keep pouring in."
He gathered different magical powers in both hands.
Left hand.
Cold energy.
Right hand.
Scorching flame.
"Ice."
Ice windows were created in midair.
"Fire."
Flames burst out like a flamethrower.
Kwaaah!
The flames swept forward,
The ice spear flew through the gap.
But it was not just a simple attack.
While the two magics were in motion,
The auxiliary magic followed along together.
Frost fragments are generated around the ice window,
In the flames, small sparks spread.
When the enemy dodged, the secondary magic followed.
When I defended, the attack on the opposite side surged in.
At that moment.
A wind came down from the sky.
Whirlwind, Nymphair.
It moved, leaving an afterimage.
And.
Dance whirlwind.
It spun its body and created small storms.
The stormy masked sorcerer emitted magical power through his mask.
Kuuuuung!
A huge storm shook the forest.
The magical apostle reached out his hand.
"Darkness."
A black magic spread.
The dark release pushed away part of the storm.
And then, following.
The thorny vine mage attacked.
A thorn vine coated with poison.
It came flying from countless directions.
Dryard played the harp again.
Ding—
The melody turned into the wind.
The direction of the thorny vine has turned.
but.
There was movement from further down.
A giant tree rose.
Old tree summoner.
A giant tree spirit broke through the ground and rose.
And.
A being that walks out slowly.
Knight of the Thousand-Year Neck.
Giant wooden armor.
In his hand, a massive wooden greatsword.
The entire forest moved around its presence at the center.
The magical apostle grabbed the spear.
Ice.
Flame.
Darkness.
Vision magic.
All forces gathered.
Dryad’s melody has also grown stronger.
The magic of the wind and the trees spread.
The battlefield of the hidden forest.
Wooden Nymphair Corps.
And two intruders.
The power of nature and the power of the twisted forest collided head-on