"Teacher Rijkaard, what is the name of this flying monster?" Ling Feng asked humbly. wWw.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.CoM Facing the eighth-level Warcraft, except for Simon, Basten and Fenechell, the rest are idlers. They can't help if they want to, so they can only watch from the side.
"I can't quite understand this monster. It's probably a mutated species." After looking at it for a while, Rijkaard shook his head. Not to mention in the World of Warcraft Forest, even in other places, there are many high-level Warcraft that humans have never seen before.
Since Rijkaard doesn't know, it is estimated that no one here will know. Ling Feng remembered that Rijkaard said last time that high-level flying magical beasts were very rare. Moreover, it is very popular as a World of Warcraft pet. After that, Ling Feng kept thinking about finding a World of Warcraft pet, one that could fly no matter what. It will be convenient when you are on your way in the future.
The one in front of me is just a little small. Ling Feng stared at the moth and thought in his mind.
It is precisely because of its small size that it is a little bigger than a fist and fast, and it also has extremely strong electricity all over its body. Basten and Fenechell were unable to do anything about it for a while.
Fortunately, over the past few days, the cooperation between Basten and Fenechell can be regarded as a certain tacit understanding. The two of them attracted the attention of the moth and continued to fight hard, consuming the moth's energy. Energy, the other person is waiting for the opportunity. After several failed calculations, Fenechir, who had become wiser, actually led the moth directly in front of Basten's attack moves.
Basten did not disappoint everyone. The big sword he held tightly in both hands struck the moth smoothly and knocked the moth away more than ten meters away. If the moth's body hadn't been as powerful as an eighth-level monster, it would probably have killed it in just one blow.
Just when everyone thought this moth would give up, it flew into the air and made some strange movements. In Ling Feng's opinion, its flight seemed to be dancing in a regular rhythm, suddenly going up and down suddenly, left and right, which looked very awkward.
Fenechell and Basten both looked at the moth ten meters away strangely. They had never seen such a monster before. Under such circumstances, ordinary monsters would either retreat or continue to attack like crazy. Fenechir was even prepared for it to attack crazily.
But the moth's strange behavior made everyone curious. What does it want to do
"No, it's asking for help. Everyone evacuate here quickly." Rijkaard suddenly shouted loudly.
Asking for help? Ling Feng suddenly felt that fighting monsters had become like playing with children. If you can't beat them, you still need help.
The helper the eighth-level monster is looking for must be at least eighth-level. Thinking of this, everyone started to feel numb. Now two magic beasts are enough to keep three star swordsmen busy. If one more comes, maybe everyone can continue to fight them, but if there are a few more, the nine people in this group will have to answer here.
After hearing Rijkaard's reminder, Catherine Slan, Drogba and others began to quickly retreat to the resting place last night. Rijkaard opened the way, and Gullit followed closely. After all, apart from the Star Swordsmen who are staying behind to press back, Rijkaard is the strongest.
Ling Feng really wanted to see what kind of monster the moth had found as a helper, or if it was its kind. In the World of Warcraft Forest, it is generally difficult for Warcraft that are not of the same kind to gather together. Even if they are of the same kind, they are mostly full of competition. Unless the Warcraft itself is a gregarious species.
"Feng boy, follow me quickly." Gulit saw Ling Feng still looking at the moth in a daze, and immediately told him to retreat.
"Okay, I can follow." Lingfeng put aside his inner curiosity about the Warcraft and immediately followed Gulit's retreat.
Simon also made new moves.
Under Simon's conscious guidance, he gradually broke away from the battle with the Golden Horned Beast. The Golden Horned Beast is also an eighth-level monster after all, and it is obviously more anxious than Simon about the moth's summoning of helpers. Simon may not know what it will attract, but the golden horned beast knows it very well. As soon as it saw that Simon was about to retreat, it immediately turned around and ran away without looking back. This made Simon stunned for a moment. Is the Warcraft too smart or too timid
However, after a while, Simon finally realized how wise the Golden Horned Beast's choice was.
In the direction of the moth, Simon was already standing with the other two people, and began to gradually widen the distance from the moth. But behind the moth, a dozen of its companions hurriedly arrived. Their size is basically similar to the first moth, and their appearance is also similar. They should come from the same population.
"Damn it, I actually provoked a group of people to come over." Simon couldn't help but cursed.
The current situation is that they must leave here as soon as possible. Otherwise, if you are surrounded by these pestering guys, you will really never be able to leave. Facing a group of eighth-level monsters, even if it was a wheel battle, the three of them were destined to die from exhaustion here.
Basten and Fenechelle also had anxious looks in their eyes. Fenechell glanced at the direction in which Jaccard and the others were escaping. In terms of time, as long as the three of them didn't lure moths there now, they should be able to safely reach their resting place last night.
So the three people communicated with each other, and finally decided that the three of them would act together so that even if there was any accident, they would have someone to take care of them. If the three people were separated and these moths were separated to chase them, then they would definitely die if they were single-handedly chased by three or four eighth-level monsters.
Before the moth army could reach them, the three of them suddenly fled to the side.
The moth was very happy to see his companion coming, but when he saw Basten and others running away, he was naturally very annoyed and immediately chased after them.
It has to be said that the speed of flying monsters is really not comparable to that of two-legged humans. What's more, they still have a slight upper hand in terms of strength.
After not running far, the moths gradually caught up. Then, some moths and Fenechelle were stuck together, and the situation immediately became extremely dangerous. During the fight, Simon was already injured within a few rounds of the fight.
That was when the three moths attacked Simon together. No matter how fast his hands were and how elegant his sword moves were, they had little effect. It's hard for two fists to beat four hands, let alone three monsters that are faster than him and not necessarily weaker than him in strength
The wound on the left chest that was torn open by the arc was aching. The blood has seeped into the armor and is clearly visible. Although Simon can continue to fight, his combat effectiveness will definitely be affected somewhat. Basten, who was closer to him, took a look and swung away the two moths that came up with his sword. He turned behind Simon and the two of them dealt with the moths back to back.
In this way, although the three of them cannot fight and retreat again, this is the only way to handle it when Simon is injured.
On the other side, Fenechell performed better than Simon.
He is the oldest among the three, and is slightly more advanced than Simon and Basten in terms of cultivation. A few years ago, he had reached the peak of the ninth-level star swordsman, but it was not easy to achieve a breakthrough at this level. Among the many warriors in the continent, how many have not even reached the ninth level
Fenechell knew that if there were no opportunities, he would only be able to stay at the top of the ninth level for the rest of his life.
Now, in front of him, there were swarming eighth-level monsters. After seeing the combination of Simon and Basten, he was temporarily out of the passive situation, and the sword in his hand began to become sharper. \(Quanben Novel Network www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)