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Chapter 608 Is there any hope for the World Tree?
Lin Mo looked at Adis.
This is no exaggeration.
Dragons are too restricted in their movement in the dungeon; their size is so great that they can easily collapse a building with just a turn of their head.
If they were allowed to exit through the underground passages, the underground city itself would likely be demolished before the demons even invade.
Lin Mo had no choice but to abandon the idea of conserving magic power and raised his hand again to open the portal to the surface.
A dark blue portal appeared and rapidly expanded.
This time, the gate needs to be opened very wide, enough for the dragon to pass through, and there will be a time lag.
The portal quickly grew to a diameter of over two meters, and a cold wind howled in, whipping everyone's hair.
Seeing that the portal was now passable, the seventh-tier powerhouses from various races of Terra nodded to each other and walked out one by one.
Fendona, Kael, Thorin, Grom, and their followers entered in turn.
After waiting for a while, Adis and the other three seventh-tier dragons also got up and walked into the portal that they had just passed through.
......
A biting cold wind swept over us.
The sky over Antarctica was gray, with thick clouds hanging low, and tiny ice crystals floating in the air. Huge craters had been blasted into the ice field beneath our feet.
Missile wreckage lay scattered on the snow.
The broken cannon barrels, overturned armored vehicles, and charred drone wings were all half-buried in ice and snow.
This place was not long ago a defensive line of firepower that the Great Xia Dynasty had set up on the surface.
Now, only a scene of devastation remains.
The demon army has retreated.
Because the domain of a seventh-tier Terra expert covered an area of several kilometers, the remaining demons dared not approach.
The area was eerily quiet, with only the sound of the wind whistling through the ruins, like someone weeping softly.
Lin Mo looked around, his face darkening.
These facilities are not cold, lifeless steel.
Behind every position, there were people who had guarded it.
Just then, an elder of the Wood element suddenly raised his head and looked in a distant direction.
His expression clearly changed.
Fendona noticed his reaction and asked:
"Elder Ed, what's wrong?"
Elder Ed did not answer. He closed his eyes and gently pressed his palm on the ice, a pale green light seeping from his palm into the ground.
After a moment, he opened his eyes.
"There's something going on over there."
After saying that, he flew away.
Everyone was taken aback.
Thorin frowned:
"What could make long-eared people so nervous?"
A bad feeling suddenly rose in Lin Mo's heart.
"Keep up."
Warwick and the other seven ranks immediately took to the air and headed there together.
A seventh-tier expert can fly, but not everyone present can fly.
For example, Thorin, Grom, and some Terra warriors below rank six.
Lin Mo looked at Adis.
"Lord Adidas, could you please give us a ride?"
Adis glanced down at him, but did not refuse.
"Can."
After saying that, it added:
"But not the Holy Human race."
As it spoke, its enormous dragon eyes glanced deliberately at Kyle.
Kyle frowned, gave a cold snort, and his expression grew even colder.
"I don't need it."
Lin Mo's lips twitched.
Good grief, I forgot about that.
The dragon race and the holy human race are not on good terms.
He could only cough dryly:
"In that case, let's make it a bit difficult and run."
As soon as these words were spoken, a gold-type elf elder smiled slightly.
"There's no need for that."
He raised his right hand.
The scattered metal debris around them immediately began to vibrate.
Broken armor plates, turret fragments, and drone shells were pulled into the air by an invisible force.
Soon, the metals fused together, forming a huge silver-gray iron plate.
The edges of the iron plate curve slightly upwards, making it look like a flat flying boat.
Lin Mo's eyes lit up.
That's a good idea.
Simple, straightforward, and effortless.
The elder of the Gold Sect said:
"Come on up, all of you."
Fendona, Thorin, Grom, and others stepped onto the iron plate one after another.
Lin Mo didn't try to force himself to stay upright.
Although he was a sixth-order Grand Magister, his physical attributes were only at the third-order level. Running long distances with a seventh-order flying expert was simply asking for trouble.
If you can take a car, why walk?
The iron plate lifted everyone up and slowly ascended into the air.
The seventh-tier powerhouses flew ahead in their respective groups.
Soon, the group chased after Elder Ed in the direction he had left.
The ice field receded rapidly beneath my feet, and the further I went, the more obvious the traces of the battlefield became, with numerous explosion craters on the ground.
In some places, the ice melts under high temperatures and then refreezes, forming a hard, black, glassy shell.
A few kilometers later, the group saw where Elder Ed had stopped and understood why he had suddenly lost his composure.
It was a giant tree that had fallen.
To be precise, it was a World Tree that was forcibly snapped in two.
The tree trunk, which was originally two thousand meters tall, lay horizontally on the ice field, like a collapsed mountain.
The break in the main trunk was extremely brutal; it wasn't cut open, nor did it appear to have broken naturally, but rather it was shattered by some terrifying force.
The bark was peeling back, the wood fibers were tearing, and large patches of pale green light were slowly escaping from the cracks.
The light was beautiful, but also weak, like a fire about to go out.
The area around the World Tree, which was originally filled with numerous human buildings and defensive structures, is now completely destroyed.
The missile silo collapsed, the missile site was trampled into scrap metal, and a large amount of technological equipment was scattered all over the ground, emitting black smoke.
Lin Mo discovered a series of huge footprints on the ice, each several meters wide and deeply embedded in the ice.
Without anyone explaining, everyone knows who left it there.
Demon God Cho'Gath!
The moment Fendona saw the World Tree, her expression changed drastically.
She ran off the airship, strode forward, and reached out to touch the broken branch in disbelief.
When your fingertips touch the bark, pale green specks of light float up gently and then slowly disappear into the air.
Fendona's eyes reddened, and her voice trembled as she said:
"The World Tree..."
To the elves, the World Tree is no ordinary plant; it is the mother that gives birth to life.
It is the forest, the homeland, and one of the most precious beliefs of an entire community.
Even though the World Tree had only been planted recently, it still pained her.
Elder Ed stood beside the broken wall, his face filled with sorrow.
He raised his hand, attempting to infuse it with wood-based magic.
But the magic, once it seeped into the tree trunk, was like flowing into a broken container, quickly dissipating.
He remained silent for a long time before speaking in a low voice:
"The main trunk is destroyed, and the life cycle is broken."
Lin Mo also came to the World Tree, looking at the collapsed tree trunk that was as huge as a mountain range, and clenched his fists little by little.
He planted this tree himself.
It should have taken root on the ice plains of Blue Star, bringing life to the underground city and hope to the Great Xia.
But now, it lies here.
It was smashed like a wooden stake being shattered by a demon statue.
Lin Mo's face turned ashen.
Grom and Thorin, standing nearby, wanted to offer comfort, but didn't know what to say.
Elder Ed flew to the broken tree stump, placed his palm on it, and silently chanted a spell, carefully sensing something.
Then he suddenly said:
"I can sense that the World Tree's root system is still alive, but extremely weak!"
"It needs energy crystals to replenish its energy; if it's done in time, there's still time!"