"No, thank you for your kindness, but we'll take care of the Demon Hunter ourselves." Xu Yichen smiled: "We Cyris people have a saying that we seize the day, this is one of the sources of our progress, and what can be solved today will never be left for tomorrow." ”

Seeing the other party's determined gaze, Legres knew that he could not persuade the young cub to give up his thoughts, so he had to say, "Your teacher must not want you to waste your life here, I hope you will consider my proposal again!" ”

At this time, Alex, who was covered in mud and looked a little embarrassed, walked over, glanced at the elf knight and said to Xu Yichen: "I have set a trap on the way here according to your request, and your blood has also been placed, are you sure that someone will be able to find the traces we left?" ”

The human ranger asked with some confusion: "The elves have specially cleaned up the traces left by us, I have checked them, and they are very professional!" ”

"Our guests are professional and have their own way, don't worry, if no one finds out, it will be better for us to get the result." The Demon Hunter cleaned up the debris left behind by the food: "You don't need to worry about the rest, follow the druids on the way, don't lose your life." ”

Compared to the post-battle comfort on the Demon Hunters' side, the three druids who returned early were in trouble.

"We have to split up." An old-fashioned druid apprentice made up his mind: "Otherwise, we won't have a chance to escape!" We have to get the situation out of here! ”

The other two slightly younger apprentices, despite their nervousness, complied with the older man's arrangement and quickly divided the supplies they were carrying.

"I'm sorry, but it will bother me if you run away separately." A viper-like voice sounded in the black forest: "Let's make things simpler, you cooperate with me, and I can control my impulses." ”

"In that case, I can give you a decent death." A young man in a black samurai robe, with a hood and red and black oil paint painted on his face, walked out from behind a tree: "I declare in advance that I have been a little unable to control my emotions recently, and I may have been a little drastic, but ......"

The black-red oil paint lines distorted in the man's smile, the eyes under the hood shimmered red, and a mouthful of shark-like sharp teeth showed off his hideousness to several druid apprentices with a smile.

"That's more interesting, isn't it?" As the voice fell, the black-robed man appeared behind one of the druid apprentices, tearing off one of the other's arms with one hand.

The young apprentice who had one of his arms torn off did not realize that he had lost part of his limb, but another apprentice next to him was sprayed with blood all over his face and screamed loudly.

"Hahaha, run!" The black-robed man didn't know why he didn't continue to attack, but let out a loud laugh: "Run, chickens!" ”

The oldest druid waved his wooden staff in his hand, and moon-white flames shot out from the head of the staff, and he yelled, "Run!" I'm going to hold him back! ”

The bloodied apprentice was about to run into the forest with his wounded companion in tow, but the injured druid gritted his teeth, pushed him away, turned around and crashed directly into the black-robed man: "You go!" I don't have a chance! Nature's children will not be sacrificed in vain, run! ”

The severed druid swallowed a few brown fruits, the bleeding quickly stopped at the severed arm, and at the same time, tiny plant germs grew out of the wound.

The black-robed man just looked at the three druid apprentices quietly, with no intention of stopping them at all, just like when he spoke just now.

The oldest druid apprentice wasted no time, turned around and ran in the other direction.

Almost a full-fledged druid, he knew that his teacher had gone deep into the Black Forest with a mortal mentality.

Inside the Ring of the Pastoral Tree, not everyone is as distracted by Chaos as his teacher, and Master Gast's hometown has long been a Chaos Pollution Zone.

As a young Druid Order, the Ring of Pastoral Trees has been operating in the Black Forest in the northern part of the Far South Continent, and many of the new generation of druids are unaware of the threat of Chaos, and its threat and speed will be unprecedented.

The older apprentice didn't look back at his companion, he blessed himself with all the buff spells he had ever learned, and the black trees on both sides kept sweeping backwards.

He didn't know how long he had been running, but the constant pain in his lungs told him that he couldn't continue running at such a high speed.

The druid was going to stop and summon his animal companions, and although it would be a disservice to his animal companions in this environment, there was no other way for him to do it.

However, in the next second, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and the whole person suddenly flew into the air, his eyes kept rotating in the air, he waved his arms to try to grab something, and then he saw his lower body falling to the ground weakly.

A thin, sharp rope, tied between two tree trunks, was dripping with blood downwards.

A man in a black robe caught the druid's only half of his body in midair, and the organs in his chest fell to his feet with a thud.

The black-robed man took a step back with some disgust, and before the druid could lose his life, he saw the other man's cat-like vertical pupils.

"Demon Hunter....." The dead druid still had a look of surprise on his face, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Demon Hunter!" The black-robed man helped him make up the sentence: "That's right, I'm a demon hunter, and even though I'm still an apprentice, I don't think I'll ever have a chance to turn a regular again." ”

The man who took off his hood, his face was covered with oil paint, which was even more vivid under the moisture of blood, and the two slightly raised sharp corners on his forehead proved that he was no longer of human blood at this time.

A necklace that looked like a cat's head hung from the other party's erect neck, constantly vibrating with the movements of the black-robed man, as if to remind his master that there was a chaotic aura in the vicinity.

The black-robed man had razor-sharp nails on all ten fingers, and a sword-like weapon hung from his waist, wrapped tightly in black cloth, as if his master had no intention of using it.

Far away in the depths of the Black Forest, the gray-robed druidgarst suddenly sighed, and in his pocket, three orchids withered almost at the same time.