Holy Institution

Siro hurried back to the place before dark, and there was a big tree intertwined with it.

Sawso saw him frown, and stood side by side nicely, without daring to say a word.

Siro suddenly said: "The four directions are wrong, it means that we are not lost." The content of their examination was to find fifty trees with gradually declining wood elements, and heal them with water elements and earth elements.

Due to the element of fire that Siro was good at, he was only responsible for marking with nicks.

Their group has previously healed three trees. The three nicks were painted by him. Remember the location and shape clearly. If you see them, you will definitely recognize them. Now that I have walked in all four directions and have not seen the familiar environment, it means that they are no longer in their original positions.

Sasso opens her eyes.

"Should be," Siro dignified. "Encountered space magic."

Soso blurted and asked, "What then?"

Hearing his question, the irritability in Siro's heart ran up again.

Everyone hopes to meet a partner who can discuss the problem and even a guide who can solve the problem when they are in trouble. It is definitely not a child who only knows to rely on others.

But he put up with the anger, "Find a way out."

Suo Suo saw the cold light flashing in his eyes, and immediately extinguished the thought of breaking the casserole.

"Take a break first and eat something." Siro picked up some dry wooden sticks, piled them up, and lit it.

Soso removed the blanket from the space bag. Half on the ground and half on the body.

Siro took out the jerky and drank it. When he ate halfway, Sawso widened his eyes and looked at him holding his knees, and frowned, "Don't you eat?"

"I said, I'll let you have something to eat." Soso said, and couldn't help swallowing.

Siro looked at him with a pitiful expression. He originally wanted to hand the dried meat in his hands, but then he thought for a moment that this may be a good way for Soso to understand before doing things. When he was hungry, he would know that if he dared to say something, he would have to bear the consequences.

Thinking of this, he quickly wiped out the remaining jerky.

Suo Suo's arms around her knees became even tighter, and she seemed to want to cover her stomach that was murmuring constantly.

"Sleep early." Siro took out the cushion pillows and blankets from the space bag. After all of them were laid, he lay down on his back gracefully, with his hands on his chest, in the most perfect sleeping position.

Soso has seen his sleeping position before going to bed once, but when he wakes up, his sleeping position will be very unrestrained.

He took out the kettle, drank his belly with saliva, and then lay down.

The flame between the two gradually weakened, and soon a small flare remained.

Because of the cold, Sozo shrank into a ball.

Uh ...

There was a sound similar to the impact of a metal from a distance, and the ground trembled slightly.

Siro, who was sleeping in large characters, quickly sat up, and his eyes were clear as soon as he saw the situation around him.

He threw the mattress into the space bag, then watched Soso hesitated, or reached out and pushed him back: "Get up."

Soso was sleeping soundly, seeing his face unable to react for a moment, "Siro?"

"Get up." Siro pulled his arm and pulled him up stiffly.

Suo Suo frowned and was about to make a sound. Then he heard the impact of metal in the distance, and was approaching here.

"What's that?" He shrugged timidly.

"I don't know." Siro paused, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, "Perhaps Saint Pades sent someone to come to us."

As soon as Soso's eyes lighted, she packed her things up. "Let's go."

"You follow me." Although Siro offered a hope, his intuition told him it would not be that simple.

The closer to the sound source, the clearer the earth's vibration will be felt.

Later, Soso was almost half-hung on Siro to stand.

Siro tried to throw him out a few times, but his arm was gripped too tightly, a little loose, the other side will grip tighter.

Later, the impact was almost deafening.

Suo Suo was covering his ears and grabbing his arm, too busy. Finally, he simply put his ears on Siro's arm and used his arm as an earplug.

Siro himself was so annoyed by the sound of the impact that he couldn't bother to ignore his small movements.

When you get closer, you can see that the two Warcrafts with the same appearance and color are constantly hitting each other.

The moonlight shone on their carapace, emitting a little bronze shimmer, like fish scales.

The forehead of Warcraft is very smooth, with a slight bulge in the middle, as if it was born to hit each other. The two eyes are small, especially in the contrast of that thick short nose, the eyes seem to be stuck with two mung beans. Their mouths are open with the width of a palm, and four fangs stick out obliquely like four white horns.

But the toughest is their size.

They are about the same height as Siro, and they are physically strong. When they run, they look like millions of pounds of iron.

Suso's body looked cold for a while, and his fingers were tightly around Siro's sleeve, as if he was afraid he would disappear in a blink.

"Go." Siro didn't turn around, but crept back.

Suo Suo caught off guard and tripped over his heel and fell backwards. The moment he lost his balance, he exclaimed subconsciously.

——Just when the two collisions are over and panting.

Siro grabbed Soso's arm, covered his mouth a step too late, and both eyes of Warcraft looked at them.

With a low curse, Siro drew Soso and ran back.

Suo Suo knew that he was in trouble and didn't dare to say anything. He tried to keep up with his pace and ran desperately.

But they are running, and Warcraft is also running.

The shaking ground made Siro and Soso so unstable several times.

Seeing Warcraft getting closer and closer, Xi turned sharply and lost a fireball.

The fireball fell on the body of Warcraft, like igniting a firewood, making it a fire beast instantly.

"Oops!" Siro suddenly remembered what Warcraft was, his face pale.

If he didn't admit it, the kind of Warcraft that is right behind them is called fangs, and it is an eighth-order Warcraft. The reason why they can become the eighth-order Warcraft is because they are inaccessible to the shell, the second is because of the natural iron stones on their feet, and the third is because they can absorb elements-either.

In short, it can control which element it has in contact with its body.

If it weren't for its control, there were a certain amount of restrictions, they would have become Tier X World of Warcraft.

Seeing that the fangs were getting closer, Siro's mind was spinning with thoughts. At this time, it is extremely difficult to keep a person, let alone with a request that must be a burden.

The urge to let go of his hand became more and more obvious, so that Suo Suo felt that he had grasped his hand tightly and relaxed a little, and finally caught him all by himself.

Soso seems to be aware of his mind, and suddenly let go of his hand, stopped, and turned to face the fangs.

Only one caught up.

Siro stared at his hand stiffly, then turned and stood.

Sasso's figure has been completely covered by the flames of the Fangs, like the morning dew, will evaporate in the light at any time.

For a moment, there was almost no room for thinking ...

Siro rushed in with the wind magic, holding Sosuo to the side and fluttering.

But the Fangs was obviously faster than he thought. He felt a heat on his back, and then a burst of hot pain was overwhelming. He smelled burnt.

"Siro?" Soso looked at Siro who fluttered on him, with shock and disbelief in his eyes.

Doesn't he hate him very much?

Why is it still coming?

Siro, who has been tortured by pain, can't even breathe. Of course, he can't read these questions from his eyes and answer, the only thing he does is to frown ... breathe.

After the fangs rushed over, they turned around and rushed back.

The flames on him were hotter than before.

This heat, so that Suo Suo's head gradually burned like a fire.

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