"War Ancient Tree, an A-Ranked Magical Beast!"
"An ancient species, extremely rare. Trees growing near battlefields, nourished by the aura of war for countless years, absorb the flesh, magic, and even some soul power of fallen creatures, eventually evolving into plant-type Magical Beasts."
"A humanoid, intelligent Magical Beast with a tyrannical disposition, fond of combat. It is a rare Magical Beast that uses martial arts in battle."
"It has a massive physique, extremely tenacious vitality, and an astonishing amount of magic. It excels at large-scale plant magic."
"Among its abilities, the most famous magic is 'Treant Warriors,' which involves casting its seeds and using magic to catalyze them, allowing it to rapidly create a large number of magical Treant Warriors in a short time."
"Treant Warriors have low intelligence, can only follow simple commands, but possess some common plant magic and basic martial skills."
"Normally, the strength of Treant Warriors ranges between D-Ranked Magical Beasts and Rank C Magical Beasts. They can exist independently for a short period and only disappear when destroyed or when their magic is exhausted. Records indicate that the longest sustained duration does not exceed 20 days."
"Possessing a War Ancient Tree theoretically means having an almost infinite army."
"With this magic, the War Ancient Tree is hailed as the 'Battlefield Magical Beast.' It once shone brilliantly in ancient imperial wars."
Ezreal surveyed the entire battlefield. The Crimson Feathered Demon Wolf had stopped its attack, and the Marsh Frogs and Red and Blue Warriors were finishing up the final cleanup.
Nearly 1200 Treant Warriors were all dealt with in a short time, without Ezreal even needing to personally intervene.
"Over 1200 Treant Warriors, this must be the limit you can create when casting at full power, right?" Ezreal said with a smile, continuing, "If I were truly an ordinary Light Mage, given my total magic, even after dealing with these guys, my remaining magic wouldn't be enough to fight you."
Ezreal's tone shifted, and he added, "But luckily, I'm also a Summoner. Your Treant Warriors are excellent for fighting ordinary soldiers, but against me, you're out of luck."
The five Crimson Feathered Demon Wolves slowly descended from the sky, folding their wings, and squatted in a line in front of Ezreal.
Two massive bodies landed from the sky near Ezreal, kicking up a large amount of dust. Within the dust, green, slimy skin gleamed under the sunlight.
The two Marsh Frogs, having finished their work on the battlefield, hopped back, guarding him on either side with their amber eyes.
Twenty Red and Blue Warriors marched with heavy steps, forming a neat square formation, protecting Ezreal and his other Summoned Beasts, shields held high.
"Light Magic, Summoning Magic..."
A deep, aged voice echoed.
The War Ancient Tree finally spoke. It took a few heavy steps forward, extending a thick finger towards Ezreal.
"Kid, that thing in your hand is some kind of divine artifact, isn't it?"
"Given your magic level, the Light Magic you just used should never have had that much power."
Ezreal didn't answer the War Ancient Tree's question; instead, he smiled and said, "You finally decided to speak. I thought you wanted to keep playing mute."
The War Ancient Tree narrowed its eyes slightly, took a few more steps forward, and stared intently at Ezreal.
"I'm always very lenient with the dead, especially when that dead person provides me with a divine artifact."
Ezreal's smile didn't waver. "What a coincidence, I happen to be a grateful person. Your body will make excellent material for me, and I will make good use of it."
The War Ancient Tree took a deep breath and sighed, "It's been 700 years. I thought no one would ever set foot here again, except for those bastards from the Alfred Family."
Ezreal became interested and asked, "It sounds like you have some grievances with the Alfred Family."
The War Ancient Tree's eyes suddenly turned venomous, and its voice became savage. "That bastard Alfred, to help the Faramir Empire win the war, found me when I had just been born not long before."
"I loved war very much and didn't resist his request, so we made a wager: if he could defeat me, I would help him in his campaigns."
"He only used one sword strike to severely wound me! I kept my promise and accompanied him in his campaigns. I gave my all, creating sixty thousand troops for him, but it still ended in failure."
"At that time, the Faramir Empire had already fallen into a complete rout. Even the addition of one more army was simply not enough to turn the tide."
"After the Faramir Empire was defeated, it preserved its country by ceding territory and paying reparations. Alfred, disheartened, returned to the Asgard Mountains with me."
"He was already 120 years old at the time, which, by your human standards, was the end of his life. Years of campaigning had left him riddled with injuries and illnesses, and his strength had greatly declined."
"The last time we met, he brought me to a family meeting at his family's territory. His family members were all happily eating and drinking. Only he sat alone in the training grounds, drinking and sighing while looking at his Jade Dragon Scale Armor."
"I looked at him then, and I felt that he was about to die. We were very good friends, and I didn't want to see him like that."
"I advised him to switch allegiance to the victorious nation of the time. After all, he had already helped Faramir in its campaigns for nearly a hundred years; it was just a change of nationality."
"Everyone could see that the Faramir Empire was merely lingering on. Other nations were simply accumulating strength, waiting for the opportune moment to destroy it. The empire's downfall was only a matter of time."
"By defecting to another country, he might still be able to participate in the war to destroy Faramir in the final years of his life."
"With my help in the war, it wouldn't be difficult to claim a share of the glory from the war of annihilation. By gaining one more honor for his family before his death, he could happily embrace death."
"Even his family's descendants and many retainers agreed with my words."
"But Alfred, like an enraged lion, struck me down with a single sword, leaving me critically wounded. This was the most severe injury I had sustained in my 700 years of life. Even my life essence was damaged by him, and my strength consequently regressed."
"He announced, in front of all his clansmen, that he was severing ties with me and expelling me! And he set down his final family rule: no member of the Alfred Family would ever befriend a Magical Beast again!"
"Finally, he tore open his chest with his hand, dug out his own heart, held it high, and died on the spot."
"I dragged my heavily wounded body away from the Alfred Family. I couldn't understand anything he did!"
"His blade severed our friendship, and I wanted revenge on him! Since he was dead, I would take revenge on his family!"
"It took me a full four hundred years to recover from my injuries. When I came out for revenge, I learned from his retainers that all the members of the Alfred Family had died for their country, and no descendants survived."
"Only the descendants of the remaining retainers in this mountain range were still guarding the former lands of the Alfred Family."