Song of Blood and Wine

"Don鈥檛 move, follow my instructions, and rescue the other trapped elf hunters after seeing the signal!"

George鈥檚 words are like a reassurance, Let Luowa, who wanted to fight to the death, regain her hope of survival. But then, another question emerged from the bottom of Lova's heart:

What signal?

But soon, Rova knew--in a blink of an eye, the wild elves broke out in chaos. It was still the original brown and yellow smoke, or the familiar pungent gas, but this time, the mist bottle exploded in the wild elves' troops.

This is naturally a masterpiece of George. What he found from the two "raccoons" is not only the information he needs, but also some additional gains: a few bottles of unused mist bottle.

According to the way of the other, return to the body! This is George's tactics.

Black Blade is very angry, and the chaos caused by the smoke to his troops is worse than he thought. No one likes to be drunk when they are about to win, even more how the other party does not cherish these hard-won mist bottles, at least two or more mist bottles burst in the same place. This extravagant behavior, except for letting In addition to the smoke becoming denser and more choking, it is simply a waste!

"The whole army retreat! Return to the same path! Put away the short bow and exchange for double knives! Don't accidentally injure your allies!" Black Blade yelled angrily, but could only hear the continuous wailing. In the end, fear and anger defeated the only remaining reason, and the underworld chose to abandon his teammates and instead sprinted in the direction behind each minding their own business holding two knives.

"You will be able to charge ahead soon!" Black Blade calculated that it only needs to run a few more steps to get out of the range of smoke. Black Blade is even very thankful that no matter who threw the mist bottles before, using them without covering them is his biggest mistake!

It鈥檚 just that the corner of his eyes seems to have caught a glimpse of it. There is a moving blood silhouette in the brown smoke?

The dazzling sunlight entered the black blade's field of vision again. At the moment of charge ahead, he had changed his short bow and aimed with an arrow.

But to his surprise, nothing followed.

Including, his men.

Black Blade doesn鈥檛 believe in this evil, he eagerly climbed up to the nearest branch to observe, but this did not bring him any help, except for the strong smoke under the tree, he had nothing see.

Those elf hunters who should have been hung up high have disappeared, and his group of subordinates don鈥檛 know why there is no response. Even the enemy wolves, White Tiger, and There are those beautiful elf commanders, none of them have been seen.

It seems that the battle just now, the joy of victory just now, are all hallucinations?

For a moment, Black Blade even wondered if he had taken too much laughter potion in the morning, causing hallucinations in front of him, and then he just overturned the mist bottle in his pocket?

Time passed by every minute and a second, while black blade was waiting restlessly, the brown smoke finally dissipated in one point. The true face of Lushan in the smoke made black blade cold and sweaty: Lu Li The forest elf hunters, one after another, clutching their wounds, fell on the ground and groaned in pain; beside them, the front paws of the White Tiger and the wolves were pressing on their chests, bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl Directly facing their heads, the barbed scarlet tongue constantly threatened them.

Black Blade finally understood why no one of his subordinates dared to give him any response when he escaped from the smoke.

Bend the bow, shoot the arrows, and the three arrows moved towards three directions, aiming at the eyes of the three gray wolves. The humiliation of defeat made Black Blade feel extremely irritable, and he decided to fight to the death. Let's use your bow and arrow to teach these stupid lower creatures some lessons!

But why, not a single gray wolf is afraid of this, on the contrary, the look of contempt in their eyes makes Black Blade feel particularly dazzling?

"Hey! Cute raccoon head! Yes, I'm calling you!"