At this moment, Wang Xiaole sped up, desperately chasing after, and shouted loudly at Mewo White's back:
"Get a dagger, get a dagger!"
What Wang Xiaole had conjured up was not just a skin-tight suit, but also included two small daggers as a bonus.
Upon the big brother's shout behind her, Mewo White finally realized these two items, immediately using them by throwing the pair of daggers down towards the ground!
In the moment these two small toys were embedded in the soil, Mewo White leaped up, using the handles of the daggers as a foothold and jumped to a higher place.
"Hey hey, those two things are not meant to be used like that!"
Wang Xiaole urgently shouted, but explanations were in vain.
Since entering the "domineering state" in her mind, Mewo White's delicate ears could no longer hear the sounds from around her.
Now Mewo White could only watch, and could only see the tree spirits blocking her from all directions, focusing on the dangerous scene swiftly approaching her.
"Get out of my way!"
Lucia exerted all her strength, in a single upward gesture of her right hand, the handle of her fan clicked as she swung and struck.
The fan suddenly swung outward, and a hurricane raged out, a fire surged to a height resembling that of a person;
The wind fueled the fire, and the height of the fiery sea immediately increased several times;
At first glance, the raging flames seemed to maintain the same height as the nearby towering trees.
The spreading heat ignited the leaves, the roaring swirling sea of fire seemed to adhere to the surface of many trees until many targets were burnt through before relenting.
Fire magic has a very effective extermination effect on tree spirits and similar magical creatures;
Notice it's not about killing, but about direct extermination!
Consider:
Faced with the intense fire that even spared no tree roots underground, how could tree spirits, highly dependent on their growth environment, possibly survive?
Unfortunately:
Lucia's attack could only clear the tree spirits from one side, and for Mewo White separated at a distance, she was helpless despite her intentions.
At the moment when the only two teammates in the team could not provide support, Mewo White, running towards the tree spirit's leader, had to rely on herself only.
Due to her agility, Mewo White could balance even when jumping in midair.
It should be said:
The two daggers Wang Xiaole had given earlier did have some effect;
Otherwise, how could Mewo White jump to a height parallel to the tree spirit's leader at this moment?
Mewo White had no weapons, because she didn't need them, her nails at the tips of her ten fingers were already enough.
Even if:
When Mewo White used to stay in her hometown, she listened carefully to the maidservant's advice, paid attention to personal hygiene, cutting her nails really short...
Even so, it didn’t matter at all;
After all, the strength of the orc (beast ear) tribe does not really depend on the length of their nails.
On the opposite side, the tree spirit leader, following its instinct, took serious actions against the miniature intruder in front of it.
It shook its branches on one side, making a motion like controlling an arm, and fiercely swung a part of itself out.
The branches were entwined with a profusion of leaves, momentarily obscuring Mewo White's view; in the forest sprite leader's plan, the next moment, it would seize the brief opportunity when the target's vision was obscured and attempt to bury its prey deep into the earth. It was on the verge of success - that's what the forest sprite believed at that moment!
Crack!
Like the sound of thunder, it shattered the forest sprite's beautiful fantasies; among the shattered pieces were the thousands of floating leaves also cut to pieces. The forest sprite's plan was actually quite sound; for an opponent who couldn't use magic, the plan was almost flawless; the tactic of obstructing Mewo White's view, if successful, could lead to victory. However, the forest sprite was unaware of one thing: there was much more to fear than just flames.
Upon realizing the naivety of its thoughts, the forest sprite immediately felt a pang of pain; the pain stemmed from a piece of itself that was completely severed, namely the branch reaching towards Mewo White on one side. The forest sprite didn't understand what had happened, but Lucia saw clearly: in the previous moment, when the forest sprite's branches, along with those leaves, were blocking Mewo White's view, she had raised her left and right hands in succession, accompanied by the shimmering of two flashes of white light.
When the white light abruptly appeared, Mewo White's well-groomed nails seemed to transform into sharp claws; without exerting much force or precaution, she effortlessly executed swift attacks akin to an assassin's blade, combining speed with destructive power. The forest sprite leader's extended branch, which usually found even opening a plastic bag somewhat challenging, was inevitably torn apart before the barely surfaced nail of Mewo White.
Regardless of the sturdy branch resembling a tree trunk or the more than twenty layers of tree leaves, tearing through these obstacles for Mewo White was simpler than ripping paper. Just as the forest sprite leader noticed, Mewo White had already reached its vicinity, only then did the former realize with great difficulty that just moments before, the girl with a cat tail had struck with only one hand. The question remained: when would Mewo White bring down her other hand? The answer was: within the next few seconds as she closed in on her opponent, concluding the delayed follow-up attack! With a gentle motion akin to scratching an itch, she aimed at the thick tree trunk-like branch and brought down her other hand.
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack! The forest sprite leader with its bark-like exterior wide open, had no time to make a sound before its body was cleaved apart; two pieces, four pieces, eight pieces... with one strike, its body broke into sixteen uneven parts before ceasing the fracturing; though by this point, there was no chance of survival.
Wang Xiaole watched in astonishment as Mewo White stood tall in the wind, leisurely stretching her limbs, and his emotions could only be described in four words: dumbfounded! He had aimed to demonstrate a reliable façade, to have Mewo White hide behind him during the battle, to make her look up at his elegant silhouette... Of course, in terms of outcomes: indeed, one of them was standing behind the other, gazing at a dazzling figure in front, just that the roles had been reversed.
Wang Xiaole had to admit:
Because Mewo White had always kept a low profile, even he underestimated her this time;
Not only could this little girl fight, but judging from her agile figure and her swift defeat of her opponents, she was indeed a promising assassin.
After witnessing Mewo White's brilliant performance, the powerful tree spirits in the back of the forest immediately joined the battle.
The size of these tree spirits was not only larger than the ones before, but their magical aura was also exceptionally dense.
Soon, a tree spirit suddenly used its branch-formed hand to fiercely slam towards Wang Xiaole, with a thick concentration of magic gathering at the tip of the branch.
Another tree spirit did the same;
The two giant branch hands seemed to cover the sky as they headed straight for Lucia not far away!
On both sides, the other tree spirits also began to move at this moment;
All the roots of the tree spirits beneath the ground suddenly burst out, turning into entwined vines that ruthlessly lashed out.
A hint of chill flashed in Wang Xiaole's eyes as he fiercely swung the sword blade in his right hand towards the withered branches!
Crash!
The dense magic and those branches were directly severed by the sword blade at that moment, turning into countless broken branches and leaves falling to the ground.
The branches of the two tree spirits in front were all cut off;
As the roots on both sides rose from below, Wang Xiaole instead stepped from above, leaped forward towards one of the tree spirits.
He seemed to turn into a sharp sword, and the long sword in his hand stabbed fiercely into the trunk just below the two tree eyes;
After fiercely cutting and tearing with the sword, Wang Xiaole directly exploded the tree spirit!
As Wang Xiaole exploded one opponent, he pulled out the sword, and his figure flew towards another tree spirit.
At that moment, a sound of breaking wind rang in his ears;
Wang Xiaole looked up and saw another tree spirit sweeping its branches towards him;
His body sank, shifting his weight to dodge the attack, then he reached out and with a twist, fiercely inserted the sword into the tree eye of the tree spirit!
The eerie eye of the tree spirit trembled;
From it, a yellow-green liquid flowed out.
Wang Xiaole remained calm, stirring the sword vigorously and then pulled it out in a flash;
The holy power left behind exploded within the tree spirit, tearing it apart in an instant.
In another direction, Lucia wielded a fan, causing sharp blades to fly out from within the fan;
Dozens of blades rapidly spun in front of her, forming a rotating blade array.
Later, Lucia closed the fan, activating the many blades which were then covered with fire, spreading out in all directions.
In an instant, countless roots were burned bright red by the flames;
This time, Lucia still adhered to her strict principle of "burning thoroughly".
On Mewo White's side, every move and action she made could be summed up in four words: "as easy as cutting vegetables";
In this comparison, Mewo White's hands and fingers used for "cutting and slicing" could easily be compared to a dragon-slaying sword in terms of sharpness.
In addition, it must be stated:
Despite playing the role of an "assassin," Mewo White always confronts enemies head-on;
Rare are straight-shooting assassins like her, who charge ahead fearlessly, perhaps the only one throughout the continent.
In conclusion:
The sounds emanating from Wang Xiaole are "pu pu pu," Lucia's are "shao shao shao," and Mewo White's are "ka ka ka."
So far, this group of adventurers doesn't seem to be monster hunting, but rather on an experience farming spree;
The treants inwardly resist and despair at this, but it amounts to nothing;
On their own turf, they have no say in the matter.
