As long as the attacking unit is entangled in death, the attacking unit will continue to bleed if it is not dealt with in time.

The intelligence of the White Wood Tree Demon is not very high. After being bound by the necromancer's necromantic complaints, they can only passively accept it. Dead souls complained that they could only recover passively whenever they eroded the branches of the White Wood Tree Demons. They cannot cast away the murmur of the dead and bind them up.

"Someone helped us!"

Several sisters of the Desperate Elves were surprised to see a man in a black robe attack the White Wood Tree Demon with magic they didn't understand.

"Everyone is focused on attacking the White Wood Demon!"

The little princess saw the white wood demon rushing towards the dead and cried. Then she saw him get up from his wand and cast a light spell on a few of the elven sisters who were holding the magic bow.

"It's a little idea to recover!"

Seeing the little princess perform magic, Feng Chen in the distance was a little surprised.

The idea of a small recovery ghost is a kind of auxiliary magic. It can give my friends a certain amount of blood and blue to the unit. Several elves and girls who have mastered the magic bow are blessed by the magic of the little princess. They are idle, powerless, and have recovered a bit all at once.

Woo, woo, woo!

Several magic arrows with whistling sounds are fired at a white dryad. Suddenly, they see that the main branch of the dryad's tea is being shot at the same time, while the dead complain that they have taken advantage of the opportunity to erode into a white wood tree, shining on your wounds and causing a new tea leaf to grow again.

When the elven sisters saw that the white wood demon had not regenerated a new leaf of tea, they were ecstatic and enjoyed the war very much. They kicked a rain of magic arrows out with their magic bows.

With the help of the resentment of the dead, the allergy recovery power of the white wood monster has been useless.

The magic arrows kept shooting towards a white wood tree demon, because the Dead Wood Tree Demon Taoist was under the control of the wind and the sun, so the five white wood tree demons could only rotate in the place where they recovered, and they couldn't touch the Dead Wood Tree Demon Taoist at all.

In one game term, Wind Dust is catching hatred, and the aggro value of the five White Wood Demons is very steadily controlled, which is output in a safe, seemingly suitable position for several elves and girls who have caught the magic bow.

Soon the White Wood Demon would not be able to support it. At this time, the bones of the dead god spirit Taoist priest suddenly burst into a cloud of black fire, and he had just harvested the white wood tree demon in the old blood.

Seeing that the White Wood Dryad is not dead at your hands, don't the sisters of the elves think much about it?When the magic bow starts, they ignite another White Wood Demon. Behind them, the little princess and an elven man are constantly casting magic to help them regain their magical energy.

"The girl's output is normal. ”

In the distant wind of restoring spiritual power, we can think of the resilience of the dryad oppressed by the necromancy, the magic arrows of the sisters of the people who were added to the spiritual power, and finally the wind demon using magic to kill the dying dryad to gain experience, and a new method of oil demon.

But for a moment, another white wood demon fell to the ground. The necromancer, the Taoist, kept walking in this place after complaining to the deceased. Of course, this is the result of wind control. In order to be controlled by ordinary people, the massage of the wizard Taoist priest has dismantled the white wood dryad.

Even though the necromancer is immortal, every time his body is broken and reborn, he will definitely be a lot lower than before. This is what Feng Chen doesn't want to see.

There is a level 105 master as a helper, and there will be a lot of strong winds in the future, thank you.

Again it passed. When the White Wood Dryad of the Fifth Old Blood Nation was burned to death by a ghost reciting the sutras of the dead, the wind and chronology must have risen a lot, almost to level 130, and it would rise soon.

"Is anyone laughing?"

Then he asked some of his elves.

"Of course, it sounds familiar. ”

The little princess shrank for a moment and said.

"Hahaha, do you mean me?"?

The wind and dust came from behind, and the laughter was already old.

"Who is it?"

After hearing the human voice, several elves, people, and girls all started screaming.

"It's me. ”

Fengchen quickly walked up and said loudly.

"Is this you?"

Seeing Fengchen running out, several elves, people, and girls all ran out in surprise. The little princess saw the wind and dust and suddenly realized that it was the wind and dust.

Have you just been next door?

The little princess walked angrily and asked her. Just now they were in danger. If this bastard kept staring coldly, it would be very angry.

"Yes, what should I do?"

Feng Chen admitted it directly and asked in an innocent way.

"Why don't you come and help us?"

The little princess seemed to have forgotten something about the skeleton and asked angrily, pointing to the weather.

"Help, didn't I help you get rid of the skeleton? ”

Feng Chen opened his mouth and said.

"Really?"

The little princess looked at Fengchen suspiciously. They didn't go far. When she looked in front of her again, the photo of the corpse of the dead immortal Taoist priest was gone.

"Why are you still here? I've been walking around the forest. ”

Feng Chen asked suspiciously, according to the regular management, these six elves should have come out of the white wood forest.

"We dragged the demon of five trees and couldn't get there for a while. ”

The princess said with some hesitation.

Fengchen shook his head. He had just seen that the main means of attacking those six people was magic arrows. While they hurt their relationship, they weren't enough to kill the White Wood Tree Demon in a matter of seconds.

The White Wood Demon's resilience is extremely abnormal, but the wind and weather are clear. With the simple means of attack of these six people, we can say that five White Wood Demons, or even three, may not be able to deal with them.

"There's a Dryad over there!"

At this moment, a fairy exclaimed, they had tasted the power of the White Wood Tree monster. Suddenly, several fairies who heard this voice were startled.

"If you can't get out of here, you'd better stay and fight the dryad with me. ”

Seeing that the six people were about to escape, Feng Chen said helplessly.

The little princess knew that once she was stared at by the dryad, she would not be able to walk. After hearing the wind and the weather, she stopped her big life.

"What can you do?"

The little princess looked at the wind and asked.

"Well, as long as you cooperate with me, killing these demons in the trees is a piece of cake. ”

Wind and dust lamp said with that mouth.

"Well, you say!"

The emergency is very serious, and the little princess can only go to the dead horse doctor and give it a try.

"Like me, you shoot the dryad with a magic arrow, and be careful to shoot at the main branch of the dryad. ”

Feng Chen opened his mouth and said.

The little princess thought about it for a moment, and nodded to the girls with magic bows behind her.

Seeing the little princess nodding, several elves and little girls didn't ask much. The magic bow shot a few magic arrows at the White Wood Dryad.

These elves and girls' arrows cannot be said. In the sight of the wind, only the white wood demon walked on this road. The main branches of several tea sticks were instantly shot by magic arrows.

Without hesitation, he extinguished several fires with his hands. When the trunk of the dryad is shot, flames immediately surround the white wood tree, illuminating your wounds.

He was imitating just now, but his fire was worse than the reaper's complaints. Although the wound was covered with fire, new tea leaves were born, but the process was much slower.

Seeing that the dryad's branch tea had grown again, the hearts of the six elves sank into the hearts of the girls, and they obviously didn't want to see it.

"Go on!"

Fengchen frowned and opened his mouth. At this time, there was no panic on his face, giving people a sense of trust.