A tiny figure sat upon the head of one of two figures. Each reaching15m in height. His body was donned in a regal-looking armor and his eyes gazed at the destruction that unfolded below.
Noah had attacked the base of the elves and watched a violent battle that covered a few miles, rage on. His essence never stopped depleting as his elder frost golems assisted the one thousand golems in battle.
Noah never stopped receiving the notification of receiving exp, he soon began to gain levels, but things were moving too slowly for him.
It had taken the entire rain of arrows to destroy the multiple barriers each one of those dome-shaped masses of vines featured.
His golems had rushed forward at that point and a wave of struggle to destroy those things had unfolded. Many of his golems were destroyed by the moving vines in the area, but they overwhelmed them and managed to create big enough holes to unleash some of their abilities.
