Even their facial features changed, and they beca more intelligent, with calculating expressions.
Their eyes, no longer dull and filled with blind rage, now glead with a predatory focus, sharp and alert.
Faint traces of dark, tribal markings like tattoos began to appear on their skin like runes being etched by so invisible hand.
These markings pulsed with a special glow, resonating with the spiritual power around them.
"What... the hell?" Korrin muttered, barely able to believe what he was seeing.
One of the caven—no, they couldn't be called re caven anymore—let out a low growl.
His deep-set eyes t Korrin's, and at that mont, Korrin realized that these new special evolutionary forms possessed more than just physical power, and their quality didn't seem to be low either.
They had retained their savage instincts but now tempered it with intelligence, becoming a dangerous combination of both.
"Commander," One of them stepped forward and spoke, his voice was deep and smooth as he bowed, imitating the other Fire Mages, unlike the low growls they typically used for communication.
The fact that he spoke more coherently than usual sent a ripple of shock through Korrin, who usually always acted cool-headed.
Korrin took a step back, still stunned by the rapid evolution. "I didn't—" He cut himself off, realizing that this was indeed his doing.
His innate ability, Species Evolution Mastery, had triggered sothing far beyond what he knew, he imdiately thought "I should report my findings to Master as soon as I finish the Trial."
As Korrin assessed them through his contact, he soon found that these newly evolved caven didn't possess any inherited mories like them or like Half-Drow Caven.
However, each one was gifted with so special abilities or skills, like flexing one of the caven's fingers, which had elongated into sharper, claw-like nails.
Another tested his movent, shifting from a battle-ready stance to a sprint in the blink of an eye, covering ten ters faster than any of the others could.
Korrin's mind raced as he processed all this. Special evolutions and special skills, he thought to himself to test more before coming to a final conclusion, watching as their movents beca more coordinated.
"Alright, listen up," Korrin said, regaining his composure, and addressing the newly evolved warriors.
"You're stronger, faster, and deadlier than before, but we've got a wave coming soon—fifteen thousand Murlocs. You're going to be the key to breaking them."
The newly evolved warriors nodded, their expressions serious, their gazes unblinking and filled with a chilling resolve.
Korrin quickly glanced back at the rest of his forces—many of whom had witnessed the evolution and were equally stunned.
He turned to them, and continued, "You've next." He concentrated on other Tier 1 caven who accumulated enough points to evolve into Tier 2.
Yet, he didn't touch those caven who already had the strength of Tire 2, even when they had already accumulated enough points to upgrade to Tier 3.
He left them deliberately, so to see if he could let them accumulate more and trigger special evolution.
Korrin knew doing so would increase causalities, but he still risked it, "Alas, you cannot bla , even if I upgrade you all to Tier 3, your life span won't increase much, however evolving into the special evolutionary form can extend your life span by 50 to 60 years."
"Next, it all cos down to your individual luck; survive until the end. We'll use the Blast Mushrooms just like before to reduce the numbers."
Then he turned towards newly evolved caven and Fire Mages, "And then you tear through the elites and rare quality Murlocs when they arrive."
The newly transford warriors grinned—with a savage, bloodthirsty grin, they were eager, ready to test their new bodies.
"Let's finish this," Korrin roared towards the caveman as his voice was like a whip, snapping the caven into action.
The ground trembled as the red river ahead of them roared, surging with blood-soaked waves carrying even more Murlocs toward their position. "No holding back. We take them down, or we're all dead."
Korrin beca excited looking forward, before him the riverbank had beco a twisted garden of death, dominated by the predatory vines.
Thousands of them wriggled and slithered, forming a vast belt-like barrier ranging from ordinary level to even Tier 3, becoming their primary defense, a vicious wall that could slow down the Murloc's advance and drew them into tight groups, perfect targets for the Blast Mushrooms.
The ordinary and Tier 1 vines, though small—no taller than the caven themselves—were the most nurous, hungrily latching onto whatever they could find, pulling broken limbs and weakened Murlocs into their snapping jaws.
These smaller vines weren't much for size, but their sheer numbers were overwhelming, carpeting the ground with seething, living trees that consud everything in their path.
Further along the riverbank, however, stood the real monsters—the Tier 2 and Tier 3 predatory vines. Each one towered over the battlefield at a massive three to four ters tall, their dark green bodies thick like ancient tree trunks.
Their gaping maws, dripping with so kind of bubbling digestive fluid, could swallow up ten to fifteen Murlocs at once.
The sharp, jagged edges of their mouths would close with a sickening crunch, leaving no trace of the creatures as they were sucked into the vine's huge furnace-like stomachs.
Korrin grinned darkly, as he watched the battlefield play out like a deadly ga.
With each wave thousands more were coming towards them, still moving as dumb as before, becoming food for those predatory vines.
But he knew full well, that these vines won't last long if their numbers continued to increase.
The Murlocs were struggling to break through the vine barrier, and every ti they got close, they were dragged back by other vines.
The Tier 3 vines, in particular, were relentless, their hunger insatiable as they swallowed wave after wave of the creatures, leaving nothing but bones and shredded flesh.
Korrin saw the opportunity and seized it. He didn't see the expected General class Murloc, but he raised his hand, signaling the caven stationed with the Blast Mushrooms.
"Shoot!" His voice cut through the battlefield. The newly evolved caven responded imdiately, pulling out the arrows—each one crudely tied with a Blast Mushroom at its tip, the volatile fungal explosives shaking slightly in their hands.
"Steady... steady," one of the caven muttered with excitent, his knuckles white as he pulled the string of his bow back to its limit.
All eyes were locked on the predatory vines, which were already doing their part by entangling dozens of Murlocs.
The timing had to be perfect. Then, with a sharp twang that seed to pulse through the battlefield, ten arrows streaked through the air, whistling as they arced toward the center where most of the Murlocs gathered.
The Blast Mushrooms glowed faintly as they flew and struck the ground amidst a group of struggling Murlocs. The impact was imdiate—a blinding flash of light followed by a concussive blast that shook the ground.
A small mushroom cloud of fire, smoke, and debris erupted, consuming everything within its radius. Murlocs and vines alike were sent flying, their bodies torn apart by the explosion.
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