A short witch warrior, surrounded by a group of snowmen, entered the woods.

Woods, especially dense ones, are not friendly to the Wicans, who are so big.

For example, the short warrior of the Wu Clan, even if he is already short, he is more than a foot long, the size of the Tiger Dao people, and the Tiger Dao people are considered giants among the human race.

The short Wu warrior scolded in a language that Ghost Cry couldn't understand, this Wu warrior was not tall and thin in the Wu clan, and any warrior of the same clan was stronger than him, but he also had his own advantage, that is, agility.

He carried a short spear of length in his hand, and three more on his back, and from time to time he raised his head to pick up the branches above his head, and looked cautious when he looked at it.

Suddenly, a red light flashed.

Flesh splattered, and a snowman beside him had a hole in his skull and fell to the ground.

The short warrior of the Wu clan screamed in shock, and the short spear in his hand swept over, hitting the trunk of a tree, and the sawdust flew immediately.

Above the trunk of the tree, a crimson snake glanced at him, spat out a red letter, shrunk its body, and then instantly turned into a red light again, piercing the chest of a snowman.

The corpse fell to the ground, the torches came out of his hands, and a few dead leaves were ignited, and suddenly it burst into flames.

The snowmen screamed in panic and brandished their torches in search of the crimson viper. The short warrior of the Wu clan was furious, and the short spear in his hand opened the branch that blocked his eyes, and in an instant, many branches were broken.

Burst!

Another snowman fell straight down, and the short Witch warrior suddenly roared, and a spear stabbed out, thudging into the trunk of a tree beside him.

The crimson serpent swirled along the shaft of the spear and bit the back of the short witch warrior's hand.

The short Witch warrior drew his spear and brandished a torch in his other hand to slap the crimson viper.

The crimson viper glanced at him disdainfully, this short Wu warrior was indeed very agile among the Wu clan, but in the eyes of the red viper, it was obviously insufficient.

You're not a cat, and you want to touch me?

The crimson viper sneered humanely, and disappeared through his armpit in an instant before the torch touched her.

With a plop, a snowman fell behind him.

Frightened and angry, the snowmen hurriedly chased in the direction where the red light had left.

The short Wu warrior was even more furious, roared, shook off a snowman in front of him, and chased after him.

I have to say that the agility of this short witch warrior is just ordinary for the Terrans, but his balance ability and speed are really fast.

His steps were too big, two steps close to those of ordinary people, his natural speed was very fast, and the woods were so wooded that it was impossible to walk in a straight line, and he ran left and right, but there was no sign of falling, and he was unexpectedly steady.

Passing through several large trees, the short Wu warrior finally caught up with the crimson viper, this viper was so beautiful, it was fine in the dark, but it was too conspicuous in the firelight, and the crimson scales reflected the crystal light, like a delicate fiery red jade carving.

The short Wu warrior strode forward excitedly, but unexpectedly, a figure suddenly burst out, and without saying a word, he slashed over.

The short Wu warrior was shocked and hurriedly crossed the spear to block the sword.

His spear was as thick as an adult's arm, and with the toughness of the shaft itself and his own skill, even a warrior of his own race might not be able to cut his spear.

However, the person he met was not an ordinary person, and the person he met was called Ghost Cry.

The white sword flashed, and with a click, the spearhead fell, and the short Wu warrior froze in place, a line of blood appeared on his face, tilting his head in two.

The snowmen who followed closely behind froze, only to see the master running in front of them suddenly stop, the thick short spear in his hand suddenly broken, and then, half of his head slowly slid down.

"Ahh

The snowmen screamed in terror, and the death of their master made them unable to suppress the fear in their hearts, so they turned around and ran.

Instead of chasing, Devil Cry quickly left the spot.

Sure enough, the next moment, a sharp arrow like a spear fell from the sky and pierced a large tree. And this big tree is only three steps away from Devil Cry.

In less than a breath, other giant arrows swarmed in, and the cloud of sawdust was immediately overwhelmed behind them.

The red fairy sped away above Ghost Cry's head, and even though she was not easily hit, she still had palpitations. What she feared was in case, if one of them was accidentally hit, it would definitely be cut in two.

Although he can't die, he is a good man when he takes it back, no, he is a good snake, but it hurts!

The surrounding torches began to move in this direction.

Ghost Cry retracted his knife as he ran, and through the constant news of the ripples under his feet, he was like a fish in the sea, slippery and slippery, and he could put himself in a favorable position with every step.

Taking off the longbow from his back, Devil Cry suddenly stopped, drew an arrow and pulled the bow away, aiming it at the sky in front of him and holding his breath.

A dark shadow appeared on a tree, and as soon as it jumped to its feet, Devil Cry immediately released the bowstring.

With an arrow in the head, the black shadow was shot directly from mid-air, and fell to the ground, making a muffled sound, and the air waves rolled up the dead leaves, and the dust rose with it.

Devil Cry put away his bow and arrows, ran forward, and disappeared into the night over the corpse.

Soon, the light of the fire shone here, and on the ground covered with dead leaves, a strong witch woman lay quietly on the ground, her eyes wide open, and a feathered arrow silently stuck in her temple.

"Roar!" rang out with an angry roar.

In the Wu clan, it is not only men who can become warriors, but also women. It's just that they're even rarer, and they're rare scouts among the Wicans.

Their agile skills, relatively thin bodies, and strong climbing and jumping abilities make them stand out among the warriors of the Wu Clan.

And because of their character, ability and physique, these female warriors give birth to children who are strong and tough, usually much better than other children, so these female warriors are often warriors and even witch mothers, so they are very sought after.

With that roar, all the warriors of the witch tribe who had entered the woods went crazy, and he quickly approached this way, with red eyes, and vowed to find the murderer, catch him, and pour him precious insect pills made of poisonous insect venom, hang his life, peel off his skin, hang him on a tree, and let him die slowly and painfully in the screams.

Otherwise, it will not solve the hatred in their hearts.

In front of the woods, the Witch Archers stopped. They have no intention of going in, outside they are marksmen, and they can beat the Terrans to the head, but once they enter the woods, they will become a school of fish that come ashore, and they can only jump helplessly.

After all, they are too big. In order to pull out a larger bow and shoot arrows farther, so although the Wu Clan is already large enough, the archers among them are larger, far exceeding the average height of the Wu Clan. Such a size, but when you enter the woods, you will be constrained, and you will also lose valuable vision.

And just as they stopped, suddenly an angry roar reached their ears.