Chapter 598: Rookie Tournament (6)

Qi Yu shouted something.

The twenty treants in the back row suddenly sank downward, their two root-feet driving heavily into the wasteland.

The next moment, the arms of those twenty treants grew rapidly, dropping straight down to the ground.

Their arms wrapped around the large rocks on the ground and lifted them high behind them.

At that instant, those twenty treants acted like catapults, hurling the large rocks far away.

It was still beyond the range of bows and arrows, but those rocks were already crashing down toward Zhao Chi's army.

"Everyone, watch out and dodge—the enemy's range is very far."

Zhao Chi advanced while watching the sky above.

Whoooosh whoooosh whoooosh~

The rocks whipped up the wind as they flew.

Like cannonballs falling.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Zhao Chi felt the ground tremble beneath his feet.

The winter-melon-sized rocks shattered, fragments spraying everywhere.

Fortunately, these shards were much weaker than Xiao Rui's skeleton bone spikes, and didn't cause much harm to the female soldiers.

"My lord, be careful."

Gu Qing pulled Zhao Chi to her side, dodging the rock bombardment.

The stones from the sky came in an unbroken stream.

Although the density wasn't high, being hit by one would mean either death or severe injury.

At this distance, there was still a fairly long reaction time, but once they got closer, it would become very dangerous.

Zhao Chi gave the order: "Everyone spread out a bit more. Qiyue, no need to wait—your speed is fast, go around from the flank and cut down those trees!"

"Cut down trees?" Qiyue laughed lightly. "That's something I'm good at. Sisters, charge!"

"Yes!"

Qiyue's saber troops all wore leather armor, and their movement speed was the fastest.

Now with the added bonuses of the fashion set and the Wind-Riding Art, their full-speed charge was extremely fast.

Tang Ruan and the others weren't slow either.

But iron armor was still somewhat heavy, cutting down quite a bit of their speed.

"Gu Qing, go with them and help heal them."

Gu Qing was a little worried: "My lord, let me stay by your side—that would be safer."

Zhao Chi said: "It's fine. Those treants are very slow; I'll just follow Tang Ruan and the others."

Gu Qing nodded: "Alright, I'll head over now. Tang Ruan, protect my lord well."

"Don't worry, Sister Gu. I'll protect my lord properly."

For Zhao Chi, the best option right now was actually to retreat.

To get away from the treants' attack range.

But if only he himself retreated, it would still be dangerous.

After all, all kinds of skills could truly be said to be bizarre and varied.

If there were some unknown attack, being alone would make it very hard to resist.

So retreating meant splitting the forces.

If the forces were split, the combat power on the main battlefield would be greatly reduced.

Zhao Chi kept thinking.

Qi Yu was also thinking at this moment.

Besides thinking, he was also watching Qiyue with great nervousness.

"What's going on with that Zhao Chi? His soldiers are way too fast—does that squad of female soldiers have some acceleration skill? Xiao Jie, quickly shoot them dead for me!"

The elven heroine Xiao Jie said: "That won't work, my lord. We're still not in range yet. Zaidengyi Society."

"Xiao Ping, can your spiritual technique reach them?"

Another elven heroine, Xiao Ping, said: "That won't work either. The Wind-Riding Art has an even shorter range—we can't blow over to their side."

"Damn it…" Qi Yu said to the treant beside him: "All of you, throw faster. Focus on smashing Zhao Chi to death. Don't bother with those twenty female soldiers for now—Xiao Jie can take care of them."

"Creak." Treant language.

Meaning: message received.

Gu Qing looked at the sky: "Not good—those treants are still attacking my lord."

Qiyue said coldly: "Dare to make my lord a target? Everyone, full speed ahead—chop every one of those treants down!"

"Yes!"

Gu Qing's hands glowed.

"Everyone get a bit closer. With my Wind-Riding Art, I should be able to speed you up again."

"Understood!"

The figures of the twenty-plus female soldiers drew close.

Gu Qing swung her arms.

A gust of strong wind swept in, blowing against the female soldiers' backs.

Qiyue praised: "Sister Gu Qing, so your Wind-Riding Art can be used like this too—the effect is really good."

Gu Qing said: "Yes. Although it has no attack power, it has very strong support ability."

Qi Yue had already gripped her iron blade tightly: "Everyone prepare your battle techniques—hold nothing back, use everything you've got."

"Understood!"

Qi Yue was in awe; Qi Yu was in panic.

"Holy shit, how are they faster again? Hurry up, Xiao Jie—shoot them dead for me."