“Short-tentacle wand, and wave of outliers! Someone Get White Shield’s HP! Morris! Is Your Lock Unlocked?”
On the sixth floor of the crevice battlefield, Rona led nearly 40 members of the Crimson Serpent Guild to engage a decaying treant.
The treant’s strength had already far surpassed that of the monsters on the fifth floor. If the Crimson Serpent, the strongest monster on the fifth floor, could pull up to 10 of them at once and wipe them out in one go, then it would be too late.
There were two treants on the sixth floor that were safe to raid. If a third one appeared, there was a risk of a team-wipe.
Just one treant was definitely not a match for the entire Scarlet Snake Guild. Rona could not observe the health of this treant, but the roots that it had formed from its legs had already been cut off, the bark surrounding its body had already shattered into pieces.
It wouldn’t be long before the treant fell to the ground and turned into a useless piece of wood.
