Behind the Northern Expedition Legion's encampment, an area that was once an open field was now overgrown with vines.
The vines were tangled together, forming a massive, hemispherical canopy.
Outside the vines, a patrol from the Northern Expedition Legion, about a hundred strong, circled it relentlessly, periodically striking it with their weapons and skills.
These vines were extremely tough, with a layer of a Spiritual Shield on their surface. As they intertwined, their shields stacked on top of one another, leaving the Northern Expedition Legion's patrol completely helpless against them.
"Captain, we can't find a weak point. We've tried every weapon, but we can't cut through these vines."
"Fire doesn't work either. They won't burn!"
"The Mages with our unit tried using Magic, but they can't break the vines' shields."
Beside the mass of vines, a patrolman was reporting to his captain.
