This is to ask Wengka to lead a group of brothers to fight to the end and protect the nobles of Baichu Island, so as to ensure that they are safe.
Onka waved the big sword in his hand and raised his voice and said to his brothers, "This is the demon-faced owl tribe. Brothers, if you have the chance, run away and don't worry about anything!"
Fang Qihe was so anxious that his eyes were red. While running wildly behind Fang Miaoling, he did not forget to remind Wengka, "Captain, you swore to protect us. If you give up now, you will gain nothing."
There will be, but it will also attract our Baichu Island to pursue us with all our strength. You should weigh the pros and cons!"
Deputy Captain Jissen gritted his teeth and said, "Captain."
"Ignore them." Wengka waved his sword and knocked away several demon-faced owls, "Take the brothers away."
"Captain!"
"Let's go!" Wengka shouted, waving the sword in his hand, and rushed into the dense group of magic-faced owls.
Soon, the brothers of the mercenary group discovered with red eyes that their leader was surrounded by demon-faced owls.
"Let's go." Jissen gritted his teeth, gathered the team and ran away.
This is the chance for their lives that the regiment leader left for them. It is the opportunity that the regiment leader sacrificed himself for them. They must firmly grasp it so that they will not let down the expectations of the regiment leader Ongka.
"Go away, go away, go away!" several noble ladies from Baichu Island cried, waving their weapons desperately, trying to drive away the demon-faced owls around them.
Suddenly, a demon-faced owl fluttered in front of the noble lady. It let out several strange screams and flapped its wings. At the same time, all the hair on its face spread out and turned into a thick mass of green, which frightened the lady.
The noble lady's eyes turned white and she fell upside down on the ground.
"Lily." A noble girl covered her mouth and screamed. She watched helplessly as the fallen noble girl was dragged into the woods nearby. The sound of the devil-faced owl and ghost squawking and pecking was chilling.
Although the aristocratic girl covered her mouth and cried with tears streaming down her face, she did not slow down even half a minute. Instead, she ran at a faster speed like a madman, rolling and crawling to follow Fang Qihe and his brother and sister forward.
go.
Yun Fangzhao and several other elders of the Second Pulse rushed to the front, using their swords in random directions, regardless of whether they struck the owl or the crowd. Gradually, the old guys began to lose their strength.
Thick beads of sweat broke out on Xia Houzheng's forehead. He shook his head to deal with the two flying owls and shouted, "This is not the way to go."
"Elder, there is a tent ahead!"
Not only Yun Fangzhao saw it, but Fang Qihe and Fang Miaoling who were following behind him also saw it very clearly.
There is just such a lonely tent sitting there in the quiet woods. From the outside, it is unremarkable.
But soon they discovered the strangeness of this tent. All the demon-faced owls that attacked the tent were shaken away by the red light three feet away from the tent.
Yun Fangzhao gasped. He was also a very discerning person, and he couldn't help but feel slightly excited at this time, "We're saved! Go into that tent. That should be a return weapon with super strong defense."
Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this, and immediately two noble young masters from Baichu Island strode towards the tent.
But soon, a heavy defensive force pushed the two of them away, and with two pounces, the two Baichu Island aristocratic young men fell on the wet and cold grass, and came into close contact with the grass.
The two people touched their sore buttocks and stood up, groaning and wailing.
A trace of anger flashed across Yun Fangzhao's eyes, "It must be someone from his direct lineage who is responsible for this."
He knew that with such an ancient heritage of their Yun Clan, how could they not have some good things that they could get their hands on. This must be the treasure of the Yun Clan that old ghost Yun Yang had secretly kept for himself, but now it was cheaper for those who were directly descended from it.
Rabbits!
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Yun Fangzhao asked everyone to temporarily deal with the densely attacking demon-faced owls around him, and he took a step forward, thinking about how to open the "door" of the tent.
He tried two or three times, but was knocked away by the outer layer of defense. Yun Fangzhao's face became increasingly ugly.
At this time, Xia Houzheng said, "I think the defense of this Guiyuan-level tent is amazing. One person may not be able to break it open, so why don't we all work together."
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's start now!" Fang Miaoling shouted, shivering and leaning next to her brother Fang Qihe, tightly tugging on Fang Qihe's sleeves, looking at the fluttering wings warily.
The devil-faced owl that attacks from time to time.
There were still three blood marks on her face from being cut by leaves before, but now there were two new wounds on her arms, scratched by the devil-faced owl, and the wounds were still painful.
Several elders of the Second Line looked at each other, and one of them sneered at the noble young masters and ladies of Baichu Island, "Everyone, go your own way. Our Yun Clan has not accepted the task of protecting the young masters and ladies of Baichu Island."
Fang Miaoling and others' faces were green, red, and white, but they clung to the Yun Clan's second lineage team, unwilling to leave.
Yun Fangzhao rolled his eyes, laughed dryly and said, "Lao San, don't say that either. Being able to make friends with all the kids from Baichu Island is considered a kind of fate."
Fang Qi congratulated the others' faces, and now they looked better. He nodded and said, "My father is Fang Youzhi, the owner of Baichu Island. If you friends of the Yun Clan can keep us brothers and sisters safe, you will definitely be well rewarded and thanked after you return."
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"Young island master, you're welcome, hehe, hehe." Yun Fangzhao laughed dryly a few more times, and then winked at the old brothers around him, "Let's gather our energy for three seconds and use our strength at the same time to destroy this tent.
Push the 'door' open!"
"Yes, there must be many magic weapons in the hands of the direct lineage. As long as we enter the tent, we can share the same hatred with them and jointly resist the attacks of these devil-faced owls."
The disciples of Pulse also felt uncomfortable listening to this.
That is to say, they are going to drag the eldest lady and the others into the water. The disciples of the second lineage felt a little heavy, lowered their heads with different expressions, and their faces were a little burned.
"Get ready!" Yun Fangzhao shouted angrily, "Let it go!"
The strength accumulated by the group of people did not hit the tent and open the tent door as expected. Instead, they were scattered in all directions by a stream of fiery red light.
"Chichichichi" made several soft sounds, and all the demon-faced owls stained by the fiery red stream of light screamed hoarsely, flapped their wings, and flew into the sky with a string of blood-red flames.
Soon, many of the surrounding demon-faced owls were burned, and the remaining ones were densely crowded on the treetops, but they did not dare to act rashly and attack the crowd again.