The Defeated Dragon

It is a wind blade wolf.

This group of jealous guys did not come to **** the blood of the first time, but appeared after a big battle, wanting the fishermen to profit.

The previous three World of Warcraft made the team busy.

Now I am facing seven at a time, and at night, the state is not good, it is difficult to defeat this group of wind blade wolves.

"Adult, retreat."

Marcus took out the smoked grass flint bag that was distributed in his hand: "The night battle is very unfavorable to us. The trap can't stop the wolves, and my left leg is hurt. I can't play all the strength. Now I am igniting the smoked grass, I will display it. "Multiple Arrows" covers the retreat of the adults, and we evacuate in the direction of the main road."

Liszt is very simple: "Good!"

When you are dry, you must be vigorous and violent.

Flintstone has not rubbed yet.

A screaming wolf screams and pierces the eardrum: "Ah, oh, oh oh..."

Liszt turned his head and looked at it, but it was the shivering that had been sleeping on the ground. I didn’t know when I had stood up, looked up and screamed at the sky.

Its body seems to swell like a balloon, which is the muscles of the knot under the hair, the eyes are covered with bloodshot, and the teeth become sharper.

Quickly cast the eye of magic.

Liszt saw that the turbid magic of the forest was as if the flames were rising. It looked like a beast of a fire: "Shakes!"

Shakesson heard Liszt’s cry and turned his head, and there was a moment of confusion in his eyes.

The next moment, the familiar picture flashed, and Liszt’s command came from the ear: “Offensive prey!” It rushed out in the direction of Liszt’s finger.

There, there are two wind blade wolves.

Seeing the shaking of the rushing, hurriedly retreat, but at this time the speed of shaking the forest has been fast, two steps to catch the wind blade wolf, and open the mouth to release magic.

A thicker rock thorn, pulled out from the ground, directly stringed one of the wind blade wolves, the stomach was completely smashed, and the intestines and blood leaked out together.

"Hey, oh..." The wind blade wolf screams.

The other six wind-blade wolves rushed over and rushed to Shakespeare. There was no prelude to the war and they went straight to the war. Wind blade wolf's wind blade littered, encountered branches, trunks, cut directly, the ground was also plowed out of the road. The rock thorns of the singer are precisely launched, and each time the wind blade wolf can wipe out some scars.

It is like a tiger into the flock, the mighty power is unmatched, the wind blade wolf wants to bite it, and it is often shot by a slap.

Even if it is bitten, it just breaks the skin, and the muscles blow up like a balloon, so that it can effectively avoid the damage of the wind blade.

Then it took a bite back and the wind blade wolf couldn't stand it, screaming and jumping.

The blood is splashing and the magic is flying.

The wolf dog fight is terrible.

"Shakes...has evolved?" Marcus grabbed the smoked grass flint bag and shivered slightly. The scene was really spectacular. The violent dog picked six wind-blade wolves.

Liszt’s breathing was a little short, and he just saw the eyes of Sen, and the eyes seemed to know themselves. There is even a bloodthirsty suffocation in the vagueness. It is the instinct of the beast. He has no doubt that Shake will attack himself in the next moment.

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, he did not panic and his brain remained clear.

Quickly made an attack command and transferred the attention of Dixon.

As expected, as he expected.

Shakesend’s instructions to him are conditional reflexes, and the subconscious rushes out, attacking the wind blade wolf. What he didn't even think of was that Huo Sen actually picked one of the six and did not fall into the wind.

"I don't know, its magic is very violent, maybe evolution, maybe not evolution, anyway, it needs to vent some!" Liszt's tone is calm, but it contains indifference, "Marcus teacher, shaking Sen It seems to be affected by **** fruits, animal nature, and ready to kill."

If you are still ignorant of the six parents, you will attack yourself.

He will never be soft.

Marcus focused on the head, pulled out the bow and arrow, and retreated to the vicinity of the intact trap, while paying close attention to the scene of the wolf dog war: "Understand!"

站 From the knights stand in a good formation, the Liszt guards in the center.

Waiting quietly.

The battle did not last long.

The violent and unparalleled glory, find the opportunity, the rock thorns inserted a wind blade wolf, destroy the encirclement of the wolves, and then began their own slaughter. Grabbing a wind-blade wolf, not waiting for the wind blade wolf to squirm the body to escape, another rock thorn emerged, piercing the other side.

It knows how to use magic more than the wind blade wolf. The rock thorn is the magic for sneak attack and has been trained by Liszt for a long time.

One by one.

The wind blade wolf was cruelly inserted into it.

The violent temperament of it gradually calmed down. When it was ready to kill the last wind-blade wolf, it turned out to be magical and failed to release the rock thorn.

Watching the wind blade wolf escaped, the head did not return to the distance to escape.

For a time it gasped and forgot to chase.

But the next moment.

Four sharp arrows flew, and the wounded wind blade wolf was nailed to the ground. It was Liszt and Marcus who shot at the same time and took a leak.

Shooting the wind blade of the wolf, the two men bent again and took the arrow, aiming at the shaking.

No shooting.

Liszt gently yelled at the gasping shiver: "Shake the Sen, sit down."

Shake a stun, bloodthirsty eyes flashing, it seems that I have not understood Liszt’s instructions, and I don’t know who Liszt is. Just panting like this, staring at Liszt and others, there is no movement.

Liszt maintains an archery position.

Five flavors in my heart.

Domesticated for half a year, even if it is not raised as a pet, it will develop feelings. He didn't want to be a stranger in this way, and then he killed the shiver in his own hands - the loss is not only a **** fruit, but also a lot of good things.

Time passes by little by little.

Liszt’s mood was also darker.

However, at this moment, Wei Sen slowly sat down and called him "Wang Wang" twice.

For a moment, the mood suddenly became clear, Liszt laughed and waved: "Shakes, come back!"

Shaking his face, shaking his tail, rubbing his legs and running over to him. Turning over the horse, I touched the skin of Sen, and I was very close to sticking out my tongue, and licked Liszt’s palm. Its eyes have retreated from the bloodthirsty scarlet, regaining the past agility and flying.

Marcus smiled and turned and shouted: "Clean the battlefield, clean up the prey, let's go back!"

From the knights, they were relieved from the nervous emotions, talking and laughing, picking up the Warcraft corpse, and hanging it on the horse. This war, in the south of the thorns Ridge, I am afraid there is no more Warcraft - the thorns Ridge has been separated by the main road, built a fence, completely divided into two sections of the north and the south.

"How is the leg injury?" Liszt asked.

Marcus replied while bandaging: "It's just a skin injury, no bones are hurt. Adults, is this evolutionary? Is it an intermediate Warcraft?"

"I don't know, it looks... a little bigger."