The more he looked at him, the more panicked he became, "Five heads! There are five tree spirits!"
That figure, which is far taller and wider than a human being, is already extremely oppressive, but now he has to face five heads at the same time!
How disappointing this is!
There was a chill in the attendant's heart, and a look of retreat had crept onto his face.
The other attendant was not much better, his forehead was wet with nervous sweat.
Before the battle even started, morale was already at an extremely low level.
Poincaré on the side suddenly shouted: "Cheer up! There is nothing to be afraid of! If we can't defeat these tree spirits, how can we defeat the dragon!"
"Bring me some of the blood of a Gnostic man!"
Poincaré pointed his sword forward, "I'll go up first in a moment! You guys will follow me up too! One person can deal with a tree spirit!"
"I don't ask you to kill the tree spirits, I just ask you to hold them back and prevent them from forming an encirclement!"
"And I will get rid of the tree spirits on my side as soon as possible to help you!"
"have you understood?"
The two attendants were inspired by Poincaré's expression, nodded repeatedly, and clenched the swords in their hands.
Under the leadership of Poincaré, the three took the initiative to enter the woods.
With the obstruction of trees, it is more difficult for the dryads to form an encirclement.
The two attendants followed Poincaré's words and each found a tree spirit far away from the main army.
Use body skills and sword blades to deal with the tree spirit.
In fact, their martial arts are also good, they cannot compare with Poincaré, but they are still qualified swordsmen.
Before, they were only startled by the sudden appearance of the legendary spirit, so they acted so panicked. With Poincaré's encouragement, they were able to display their normal fighting power.
The two tree spirits were dragged aside by them, and they intentionally or unintentionally led the tree spirits away from the other tree spirits.
Poincaré, on the other hand, was killing a tree spirit like lightning.
This time, before he got close to the tree spirit, his left hand wiped the blade of the sword, and a sharp sword light struck out.
The roots stirred up by the tree spirit were all broken into pieces by the sword light, and Poincaré killed the tree spirit without stopping.
It was this sword light that bought him time to reach the tree spirit, and then another sword light came out!
This tree spirit was immediately split into two!
And Poincaré ran to the next tree spirit without hesitation.
…
In the blink of an eye, three tree spirits were killed by Poincaré. He had mastered the rhythm of confrontation with the tree spirits, and now I am afraid that ten more tree spirits will not be able to do anything to him.
He didn't dare to rest and quickly looked at the two attendants holding the dryad.
They are now each in one direction, and they have been shackled by the roots of the dryad, unable to resist.
And if Poincaré wanted to rush for help, he would definitely only have time to save one of them.
The other attendant will undoubtedly be torn apart by the tree spirit.
Poincaré thought for a moment, threw a length of golden rope in one direction, and rushed in the other direction.
The golden rope was naturally the dragon-binding rope. Poincaré asked him to entangle one of the tree spirits first, and after finishing dealing with the other tree spirit, he immediately went to help.
I saw the dragon-binding rope bouncing in the forest like a rope with a spring, and soon passed in front of the tree spirit.
It is very flexible and overall soft when moving.
When it rushes towards it, most of the time the dryad's roots cannot draw it. Even if it does occasionally hit it, its soft body will easily neutralize its strength.
But when the dragon-binding rope suddenly approached the tree spirit, it no longer made a dodge gesture.
It was as fast as a snake and wrapped around the tree spirit's body along its roots.
It seemed to be able to stretch out to an endless length, and could actually completely tie the tree spirit into a rice dumpling.
The tree spirit who was attacked by the dragon-binding rope had no energy left to deal with the attendants standing by.
The attendant, who originally thought that he would be beaten to pulp by the tree spirit, felt like he had been given a new lease of life.
He hesitated for a while, but still didn't run away. He picked up the sword again and stabbed the tree spirit.
However, the tree spirit's bark is very hard, and no matter how hard he pricks, he can only leave a small mark.
And it will be immediately attacked by the roots of the tree spirit.
In the end, the injured attendant could only give up the idea of attacking and collapsed on the ground.
The dragon-binding rope that bound the tree spirit also acted strangely at this moment.
It was like a rubber band that was overstretched and reached its elastic limit. It seemed to have lost its strength and could no longer restrain the dryad's movements.
The tree spirit danced its roots, like chewing gum stuck to its body, pulling off the dragon-binding rope bit by bit and throwing it aside.
Then it drove the roots, whipped the dragon-binding rope, and pulled the dragon-binding rope.
There was a sound as if the fibers of the dragon-binding rope were being torn apart, and it was faintly about to be destroyed.
At this moment, a sword light flashed and slashed the tree spirit into two halves.
Poincaré followed the sword light and quickly picked up the dragon-binding rope. After checking it several times, he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no irreparable damage to the dragon-binding rope.
Another attendant who was following Poincaré helped the attendant who was beaten all over by the tree spirit up and inspected his injuries.
Poincaré, on the other hand, was shaking the torch to determine whether there were more tree spirits in the surrounding dense forest.
If there was anything left, they would have no choice but to escape in the dark, and he would not be able to protect the injured attendant.
Fortunately, God did not push him to a dead end. After several observations and identification with his ears, he determined that there were no dryads around anymore.
He felt relieved, supported the injured attendant, and walked together towards the camp fire.
However, behind a tree that he didn't pay attention to, a figure slowly appeared, and then the black light on his body flashed and disappeared.
…
A camp one kilometer away from Camp Poincaré.
In the darkness, three tents stood on the grass.
"Brother Jie, are there any more biscuits? I'm a little hungry." Long Wushuang said.
"Yes, but I don't dare to eat it for you." Wu Jiajie was speechless, "This is a compressed biscuit, not a bear biscuit. It cannot be eaten as a snack. After a while, you will eat too much and you will die. How should I explain to Wang Chen?"
"And your father is not allowed to crush me to ashes?"
Long Wushuang waved his hand, "No, it looks like a snack to me. It's scallion flavored and fragrant. Give me another piece~"
"No."
"Then why don't I write you a note saying that if I, Long Wushuang, eat to death, I will be solely to blame and have nothing to do with Wu Jiajie." Long Wushuang suggested.
"If you hadn't written this note, others might not know about it. If you had written it, they would all know that I was involved in your death." Wu Jiajie raised his forehead, "Are you so hungry?"
"I'm hungry, I'm very hungry." Long Wushuang touched his stomach, "I feel very empty now."
"From my heart to my stomach."
Wu Jiajie said: "This is probably the first time you have spent the night in a secret place, so your nerves are a bit tense. It will be fine if you come here more times in the future."
