"Is the wolf dead?" Xiao Wangman opened his eyes and looked at his bloody body and said to himself. The taste of salted eggs in his throat rushed into his stomach. For a moment, his mouth was filled with saliva. Xiao Wangman licked it greedily.
Licking the moisture on your face; this is the taste of animal blood!
In a daze, he found the beast lying strangely at his feet, trembling, its limbs weakly rubbing against the ground, its huge mouth reluctantly opened, its weak tongue hanging weakly at the corner of its mouth, and only the air could not enter.
Out of anger.
Even Wang Man, who was constantly striving for self-improvement, was greatly frightened. After confirming that the wolf had fallen, he closed his eyes weakly. His muscles and bones were too tired from this duel between man and beast.
In the hills, there was a strong wind, and the wet Megalodon regularly carved a series of footprints on the ground. They are piranha flowers! I don't know how many innocent creatures in this mountain have inexplicably become the source of their survival.
of fertilizer.
This time, a large group of deserters walked along the muddy road. Under the illumination of a bright and white crystal lamp, they expanded their territory.
The person leading the way was an old man with ragged clothes, deep eyes, and disabled legs. He was about seventy years old. He walked slowly, but his steps were extremely smooth! It is really hard to imagine what kind of power could support the old man to walk like this.
A long journey; is it just relying on the simple-looking crutch in your hand?
The old man walked to the foot of the hill, stood firm, and raised his right hand weakly. The team behind him stood still. The crowd gathered together in a long and narrow sky; there were old women, innocent children, and strong men.
; They all showed uneasy looks in their eyes; along the way, whenever the old man made such a move, disaster would happen.
"Grandpa, is the wolf not dead?" A little girl in the crowd, with fair skin and bright eyes, carrying a bow and arrow on her back and wearing a beautiful flower crown on her head, squeezed to the front and swayed the old man's clothes.
"Shh! Ai Xi, go back to your brother quickly, it's dangerous here." The old man smiled kindly.
The little girl yelled and stepped back. The bow and arrow on her back were half higher than her, almost dragging them to the rough ground.
In the bushes, the branches and leaves swayed in the wind, and the roots and stems broke out and creaked.
Huge leaf stems protruding from both sides are wrapping around the foot-wide mountain stream path.
Suddenly, the flowers attached to the ground suddenly bloomed, full and vigorous. The surface of the vigorous leaves was covered with thorns, like a row of tightly arranged teeth, emitting a soul-catching evil light, which was strange and murderous.
"Black Dahlia!" The old man's face changed drastically, and he squeezed out a few words through his teeth. The crutch in his hand was already stretched across his chest at some point.
"Brother, what is a dahlia?" Little Ai Xi looked curious, her clear eyes looking straight at the burly young man behind her with longing, Ai Ze!
Ai Ze wanted to answer, but hesitated for a moment. Finally, he bent down to straighten little Ai Xi's weak body, and replied with a smile: "Actually, I don't know, brother. To put it simply, that flower can eat people."
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Little Ai Xi's expression of anticipation was frozen, and she turned her head in despair to admire the blooming flower vines in front of her.
"But why would such a beautiful flower eat people?"
Ai Ze looked depressed. He couldn't bear his sister's loneliness, so he patted little Ai Xi's head and explained meaningfully: "Silly girl, my brother will tell you a truth; beautiful things can often harm people.
"Don't come close, just stand here obediently, or be careful of the prickly buds to break your tender little face." Ai Ze pinched his sister's face lovingly, pulled out his heavy sword and turned to face her.
The old man approaches.
Little Ai Xi stared at the budding leaves on both sides, bit her lip, and silently took off the bow and arrow from her back.
She was originally an aristocratic little princess who lived a happy life, loved by her father, brother, and mother; but not long ago, a powerful demon army captured her hometown and seized the property belonging to Kerry Goode.
The family's beautiful castle.
She will never forget the scene when her father was trampled by armored soldiers riding wolves. In despair, Kerry Good often calmly watched the tribesmen under his knees evacuate in shock.
From then on, on the sparkling river, the castle became smoky; the soldiers died in a foreign land.
Whenever she thinks of the creepy alien armor, little Ai Xi feels like she is suffering from a nightmare of fear that lingers...
Ai Ze came to the front of the team and said seriously: "Is there only such a way out in the hills?"
"There are many roads, but only this one leads to a peaceful village."
"Village?" Ai Ze looked at the old man excitedly! Doesn't that mean they can settle down? After dragging their families around all night, they were already exhausted. It would be very pleasant if they could have a good sleep.
of.
Ai Ze seemed to be thinking too much, because at the moment he spoke, the road in front of his feet was shrinking, and in an instant, only a long and narrow gap was left.
"Lord Baron! Please don't be careless. This is not an ordinary megalodon, it is a man-eating dahlia. If we are not careful, the entire forest will swallow us up! It's just strange, don't they grow in the evil abyss?"
The old man was slightly puzzled and did not dare to let down his guard.
"Is this flower so powerful?" Ai Ze took the lead and walked to the slit. He looked at the flower vines washed by the rain without any fear.
"Dahlias are favored by the ancient thorn totem. They are born with magic marks. They know how to cooperate in fighting. They know how to exploit their strengths and avoid their weaknesses. In short, they are ruthless devourers."
The crutch was not put down, and the old man did not forget the boy who was fainted by the wolf under the rock crack opposite.
"Lord Baron, we have no choice but to pass through this patch of flowers, and let the boy take us back when the time comes." The old man looked on guard and spoke firmly.
"That's all we can do now." Ai Ze nodded heavily. He believed the old man's words. He was well aware of the old man's strength and did not dare to take it lightly at this moment.
A group of escapees gathered together. Behind them were tall trees. Compared to the dahlias in the field in front of them, these kind-hearted tree spirits seemed less hostile.
Little Ai Xi holds a bow in one hand and strums the strings in the other. Her icy skin and childish facial features are endearing to everyone.
"Ouch..." Ai Ze swung his heavy sword, and the trees on the edge of the field were broken. The sword swung like a fully charged spring, flicking half of the thick wood into the colorful flowers.
The trees fell, and the dahlias instantly grew several feet taller. The leaf stems on both sides swayed, swallowing dried thorns, and the flowers and leaves were luxuriant. The tight and orderly saw teeth rotated, like a circle of matching gears, like a cutting machine.
Swish, swish, swish...
The trees as thick as a bowl turned into ashes before they even touched the ground, and were washed into the flower stamens together with sawdust by the rain.
Everyone was stunned! Ai Ze raised his heavy sword high, and powerful spiritual power gushed out from the dark and shiny hilt! This is the unique fighting spirit of the Kerry Goode family. As the most powerful warrior in the family, Ai Ze is very confident that he will
All the flowers in front of me were cut down.
The sword energy expanded, sweeping away the oppressive air around it, and no water could penetrate into the vacuum within a ten-foot radius.
"Sword-cutting style!" The fierce man exploded, his tiger body shook; his heavy sword, which had grown to a height of about ten feet, hit the flower vines.
"Buzz..."
The air made a dull sound.
Boom...
Flower vines were uprooted, fresh stems and leaves were floating in the air, and mud splashed all over the tribesmen who were following Ai Ze.
A three-foot-deep sword pit was created in the flower field, and rainwater and mud poured in; Aize's knees sank, irrigating half of his body.
The night is quiet...
With the power of Aize's third-level knight's epee, the crowded flowers spread out from the middle, and the slit widened by another two feet. On the seemingly flat road, there were several strong flower vines intertwined under the mud. Aize knew that things were not what he thought.
That simple.
"Hurry, we can pass." Someone in the tribe shouted with joy and rushed out first.
That was a slave who had followed Aize's father for many years. It was a blessing to escape with the baron this time. Slaves are not as dignified and elegant as nobles. For slaves, as long as they are given a way to live and food and clothing, they
They will rush to fight for it.
This time was no exception. When he hid in the crowd and heard that Hua'an was a village, he couldn't bear to be hungry.
"Don't run, it's dangerous." Ai Ze shouted. The thick sword in his hand was entangled in the messy vine leaves and could not be withdrawn.
The slave ran away and had not run a few steps. A flower path as thick as an elbow or wrist sprang up from the quagmire. It was two feet long and drew strange lines in mid-air. It swept downwards and the tip of the leaf stem split halfway and divided into three parts.
The flap firmly bit the slave's head.
"Ah...ah..."
These piranha flowers, which have survived for many years, have intricate roots and are full of energy. Their devouring power is so powerful! A slave with an ordinary physique instinctively let out a cry and was dragged into the dense flower pond on both sides by the stems and leaves.
Then, I could only hear the faint sound of human bones making a wilting sound like tofu being cut in the gorgeous flower field.
After seeing the fate of the greedy man, the others stopped in fear.
Aize, struggling to shake in the mud, under the turbidity, a flower vine entangled Aize's feet again; the ruthless Dahlia desperately wanted to suck the spiritual energy of this third-level knight.
"Count! Help me quickly; under the water..."
"Hold on! Don't be pulled away. The magic circle will heal you soon." The old man was distracted and soothing the embarrassed Ai Ze. His crutch stood in the sky, the index fingers of his hands touched each other, and he muttered something.
Ai Ze's face turned red from suppressing it, and his body slowly moved deeper. The power of the flower vine locked his heavy sword and legs.
"Brother, let me save you." Little Ai Xi!
A bow is as full as the full moon, and the young face is reflected in white; a pair of hands, exquisitely carved with jade, filled with light between the strings.
During the whistling, little Ai Xi took off her hand, and four spiritual energy arrows illuminated the flower field, even under the mud, clearly visible to three-thirds of the eye. The light pierced, and the flower vines relaxed.
"Ashe, use your frost shot to help your brother get rid of the magic vines." A kind and gentle reminder came from the crowd. She is the mother of the Aize brothers and sisters, Sola!