"Don't move, follow my instructions, and when you see the signal, go rescue the other trapped elf hunters!"
George's words were like a reassurance, giving Lova, who originally wanted to fight to the death, regained hope of survival. But then, another question emerged in Lova's mind:
What signal?
But soon, Lova knew it - in the blink of an eye, a burst of chaos broke out among the wild elf troops. It was still the same brownish-yellow smoke, and it was still the familiar pungent gas, but this time, the bottle of mist exploded among the wild elves' troops.
This was naturally George's masterpiece. What he found from the two "raccoons" was not only the information he needed, but also some additional gains: several unused bottles of mist.
Use the other person's way to repay the other person's body! This is George's tactic.
Black Knife was angry, the smoke was causing more chaos to his troops than he could have imagined. No one likes to be slapped when they are about to win, not to mention that the other party does not cherish these hard-won bottles of mist at all. At least two bottles of mist exploded in the same place. Such a luxurious behavior will not only make the smoke Apart from becoming richer and more pungent, it is simply a waste!
"The whole army retreats! Go back the way you came! Put away your short bows and use two swords! Don't accidentally injure friendly troops!" Black Knife roared angrily, but all he could hear was continuous wailing. In the end, fear and anger defeated the only remaining reason. The underworld chose to abandon his teammates and instead focused on himself, holding up his two swords and sprinting in the direction behind.
"We can rush out soon!" Heidao calculated that he only needed to run a few more steps to leave the scope of the smoke. Black Knife was even thankful that no matter who threw the mist bottles before, using them without coverage was his biggest mistake!
However, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a moving bloody figure in the brown smoke from the corner of his eye?
The dazzling sunlight entered Heidao's field of vision again. The moment he rushed out, he had already changed his short bow and took aim with his arrow.
But to his surprise, nothing followed.
Including, his men.
Heidao didn't believe this evil. He anxiously climbed up to the nearest branch to observe, but this did not bring him any help. He saw nothing except the thick smoke under the tree.
Those elf hunters who should have been hung up have disappeared, and his group of men didn't respond for some reason. Even the enemy wolves, white tigers, and the beautiful elf commander, Not a single one was seen.
It seems that the battle just now and the joy of victory just now are all illusions?
For a moment, Heidao even wondered whether he had taken too much laughter potion in the morning, causing hallucinations in front of his eyes, and then just knocked over the bottle of mist in his pocket?
Time passed minute by minute, and as Heidao waited impatiently, the brown smoke finally dissipated bit by bit. The true face of Lushan in the smoke made Heidao break into a cold sweat: the elf hunters of Luli Forest, a Another one covered their wounds and fell to the ground groaning in pain; beside them, the front paws of the white tiger and the wolves were pressing on their chests, their bloody mouths facing their heads, and the scarlet claws covered with barbs The tongue threatens them constantly.
Heidao finally understood why none of his subordinates dared to give him any response when he was escaping from the smoke.
He bent his bow, nocked an arrow, and shot three arrows in three directions, aiming at the eyes of the three gray wolves. The humiliation of defeat made Black Knife feel extremely irritable. He decided to fight to the death and use his own bow and arrows to kill these wolves first. Stupid lower creatures need to be taught a lesson!
But why, none of the gray wolves were afraid of this, but instead, the look of contempt in their eyes made Black Dao feel particularly dazzling?
"Hey! Cute raccoon boss! Yes, I'm calling you!"
