In the dense forest, the midday sun cast dappled light through the gaps in the leaves.
Ezreal was currently tilting his head, watching the Treant Warriors charging menacingly from the ancient castle built of white stone.
These Treant Warriors were generally humanoid, their bodies entirely composed of branches and roots. At first glance, one might think they were saplings that had gained sentience.
Judging from their magical aura, Ezreal determined that these Treant Warriors were only D-Class Magical Beasts, quite common.
"Looks like these Groots are coming for me!" Ezreal raised an eyebrow and smiled.
Putting everything else aside, he found this large group of Treant Warriors quite pleasing to the eye, looking very much like the little tree person from the Avengers who helped Thor make a hammer handle with his arm.
However, these guys in front of him were the adult versions.
Ezreal was not flustered. Although there seemed to be many of them, he was not afraid of group battles.
"Come on, let's see what's going on?" Ezreal spread his hands, and two giant white energy vortices appeared out of thin air, centered on him.
The ground trembled slightly, and the Treant Warriors were already not far from him.
From the two dimensional portals, three crimson fireballs, each as tall as a man, flew out and smashed into the charging Treant Warriors.
Violent explosions echoed through the forest, flames splattered, wood chips flew, and burning treant limbs were scattered all over the ground.
The charge of the Treant Warriors paused for a moment under the attack of the fireballs.
Immediately after, six Evil Wolves, entirely purple with fiery red wings on their backs, flew out of the portals.
One of the Crimson Feathered Demon Wolves spread its wings and flew straight above Ezreal's head, stopping about two hundred meters in the air, silently observing below.
The other five Crimson Feathered Demon Wolves bared their large mouths, their wings ignited with flames, and transformed directly into five streaks of fire, rushing into the ranks of the Treant Warriors, dodging left and right.
These Treant Warriors could not keep up with the speed of the five Crimson Feathered Demon Wolves and were easily destroyed by fireballs, fiery feathers, and sharp claws.
Even if an occasional spear pierced a Crimson Feathered Demon Wolf, the injuries caused were relatively minor and did not affect their movement in the short term.
There were over a thousand Treant Warriors, but the wolf pack managed to hold back three to four hundred, while the rest bypassed the Crimson Feathered Demon Wolves and continued towards Ezreal.
Ezreal stood still, and from the two white vortices around him, two Red and Blue Stone Warriors emerged, each three meters tall, wielding giant shields, stone axes, and stone hammers.
These two giants were one-third taller than the Treant Warriors, looking like an adult compared to a seven or eight-year-old child.
As soon as the Red and Blue Stone Warriors appeared, they immediately began to split. After a tremor of their bodies, nine identical Red and Blue Stone Warriors appeared in a line in front of Ezreal.
"Ahem, Forwards! Demacians never retreat!"
Ezreal started to act childish.
He felt no pressure fighting such a group of guys.
His A-Class Mage strength was completely genuine.
In the original work, there were not many Mages who used Light Magic. Makarov was most likely the strongest known Light Mage on the continent.
Under the guidance of this elder, coupled with his own talent, he had almost mastered most of the guild's Light Magic.
Limited by an insufficient amount of magic power, he couldn't use some large-scale magic, such as the Amaterasu Hundred Styles.
But this only temporarily limited the upper limit of his strength!
However, his lower limit was high!
The amount of magic power was indeed a bit less, probably a bit stronger than Marcus, but still very limited, roughly equivalent to 1.5 Marcus's.
But he could obtain magic power from Summoned Beasts through magic power sharing!
If all the magic power of his Summoned Beasts was continuously supplied to him through magic power sharing, he would be enough to become a magic artillery platform.
Using Amaterasu, which had RPG-level power, as a machine gun was not impossible.
Coupled with Arcane Shift, which had no cooldown, he was a high-imitation version of the Golden Flash.
Although the Treant Warriors seemed numerous, their mere D-class strength posed no threat.
If he went all out, it would only take a hundred or so Amaterasu attacks to clear the area, not worth mentioning.
In addition, he specifically arranged for one Crimson Feathered Demon Wolf to hover above, observing below, ready to ascend higher at any moment.
Even if an unexpected situation occurred, he could use Arcane Shift to teleport directly onto the Demon Wolf's back and escape danger.
Unless he encountered a flying Magical Beast with astonishing speed and formidable strength, other dangers were not to be feared in Ezreal's eyes.
The flight speed of the Crimson Feathered Demon Wolf was considered top-tier even among B-Class Magical Beasts. With magic power amplification activated, it flew even faster than ordinary A-Class flying Magical Beasts.
As long as he didn't get carried away and fight Magical Beasts to the death, there would be absolutely no life-threatening danger.
As for getting carried away, Ezreal said, "How can I, an EZ player, get carried away? I will absolutely not get carried away! I'll just hide in the back, hehe, just for output!"
"Hmm, I think in my background story, I'm from Piltover. Oh, oh, then let me think of a line."
"Got it! Fight for a better tomorrow!" Ezreal slapped his forehead, then gently waved his hand forward.
Twenty Stone Warriors raised their giant weapons and shields and charged towards the Treant Warriors.
The sound of the earth shaking was even louder than before. Twenty Stone Giants running created an astonishing display of power.
The Red Warrior, with its shield raised, used its axe to easily dispatch Treant Warriors one by one.
The Blue Warrior fought with both hands, swinging its shield and stone hammer together, directly sending nearby Treant Warriors flying.
The Treant Warriors' counterattack was also fierce. Their long spears glowed with a faint green light, constantly stabbing at the Stone Man, but at most, they chipped off some stone fragments and caused a few scratches, having almost no effect on the Red and Blue Warriors.
Ezreal did not stop summoning. Two more green-skinned Marsh Frogs, spewing poisonous gas and comparable in size to battle tanks, emerged from the white vortex.
The two Marsh Frogs crouched slightly, then powerfully pushed off the ground, leaping into the battlefield. The moment they landed, they flattened five or six Treant Warriors.
Immediately after, the two Marsh Frogs puffed out their bellies, suddenly opened their large mouths, and a dense purple poisonous mist spewed forth, spreading across the entire battlefield.
Wherever the purple poisonous mist passed, the strong corrosive toxins caused the grass and trees to blacken and wither, and the branches of trees to rot.
Wherever the Treant Warriors were touched by the mist, that area would turn black and purple, and begin to rot, dripping black-purple sap, and their bodies involuntarily slowed down.
The six Crimson Feathered Demon Wolves, who were originally charging in the battle array, immediately ran outwards when they saw the poisonous mist approaching, creating some distance from the battlefield and beginning to remotely fire fiery feathers that consumed little energy.
They were not immune to the Marsh Frog's toxins, and once they got on them, it would be a big problem for them too.
Feathers, like arrows, burning with flames, rained down on the Treant Warriors like a storm.
Basically, three feather hits could take down one Treant Warrior.
Those not killed immediately would burst into flames and wouldn't last long.
The Crimson Feathered Demon Wolves needed to avoid the erosion of the poisonous mist, but the twenty Red and Blue Stone Warriors had no such need. They braved the poisonous mist, essentially walking sideways across the battlefield.
Wherever they went, there was no enemy that could withstand a single blow.
Treant Warriors could not only fight in close combat with long spears but also cast some simple plant magic, such as transforming their arms into vine whips for lashing, or firing blade-like leaves as throwing darts.
But unfortunately, the Red and Blue Stone Warriors had extremely high magic resistance. Even without magic power amplification, their magic resistance was sufficient to make them immune to conventional magic below B-Class.
The Stone Warriors treated the lashing and entanglement of vine whips as nothing, tearing them apart by taking a few steps while they were wrapped around their bodies.
The flying leaf knives that struck their rocky bodies clanged, but they couldn't even leave a single scratch.