As luck would have it, Flanda didn't sleep either.

Other people's schedule disorder relies on awakening racial talents, but Flanda's schedule disorder is innate, and since she herself secretly cultivated in the middle of the night, her schedule has not been normal.

This also leads to her being occasionally called short by others, but with her identity, there are not many people who come into contact with her who dare to say that she is short to her face, and she has no brothers and sisters, so being called short was also a long time ago in school.

Flanda got out of bed bored, and now that Iroh wasn't around, and no one forced her back to sleep, she began to walk aimlessly up and down the hallway.

Later, when she returned to her bedside, she found that Mel had disappeared.

“……？” Looking at Mel's empty bed, with nothing to do, she felt the need to follow the other party to see what they wanted to do.

If it had been two days ago, Flanda would have had absolutely no interest in following Mel, but after today's conversation and Mel's behavior towards the crying girl, Flanda's opinion of this person has changed slightly.

Flanda followed Mel all the way to the town's Central Park, she always thought that she was well disguised, Mel never noticed her, but after turning on the power, Mel already knew that she was following her.

It's just that Mel, who is gradually becoming deified, has no intention of taking care of Flanda anymore, because she enjoys the feeling of dominating the land, and this feeling makes her feel like a god.

And just now, Flanda discovers that Mel has disappeared into thin air.

The other people around may not see it so really, a person disappearing into the street out of thin air seems to them basically nine times out of ten is their own illusion, plus basically everyone's attention is in the sky, Mel's disappearance just now basically did not cause any commotion.

But in Flanda's eyes, it was a living person who had disappeared into thin air, and in her opinion, the shock was incomprehensible.

She knew that Mel was strong, but this kind of power that could subvert her perception of the whole world was something she had never expected.

She walked over to where Mel had just left, leaving a large feather on the ground, which she gently picked up, and then looked in the direction Mel had just looked.

That direction led directly out of town, exactly in the direction they had come from.

Somewhere came out of nowhere, Flanda raised her footsteps, held her feathers, and walked outside.

Most Warcraft are also nocturnal like humans, and after nightfall, they are actually safer for humans.

But this security is only relative, there are still many Warcraft that act at night, and at night, when the eyesight of humans is greatly reduced, the threat of these Warcraft to humans will be full.

Flanda walked through the forest with this large golden feather in her hand, this feather served as a light, and now she was not afraid of the threat that lurked in the darkness, but she was now a little lost, he didn't know where Mel had gone, so he could only walk intuitively.

After a little advance, she reached the depths of the forest.

It is said that there will be more powerful demonic beasts here, and according to eyewitness claims, there may even be fifth-order demonic beasts here, but in Flanda's eyes, such a thing as a fifth-order demonic beast is not worthy of her shoes.

She is an avid beast fighter, and she has seen almost all the ways of fighting Warcraft below the sixth order, so she is confident that she can still easily defeat Warcraft when facing it.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

No one told the little princess that the badly injured monsters in the Colosseum, exposed to the public, were completely different from the wild beasts in the forest.

In the forest environment in the middle of the night, all the movements of humans are restricted, and the combat effectiveness of the monsters who are familiar with the environment will be upgraded to a higher level, and ...... It's never alone in the forest.

Flanda walked with glowing feathers, and finally, the hunters in the night had their eyes on her.

She was also alert to the sounds around her that were different from those of the wind and grass, and her intuition told her that it was the wheezing of some creature.

If it is a beast, it can be easily defeated with Flanda's strength, even if it is the king of beasts like the tiger and lion, there is no way to defeat Flanda without preemptively attacking and seriously injuring Flanda.

But it's different if it's a monster, in addition to their strength is far stronger than ordinary beasts, they also have the ability to release magic.

The wheezing drew closer, and Flanda quickened her pace.

In order to traverse this thorn bush, she unleashed all her fighting energy to trample the weeds. The vindictive spirit protected her body at her feet, and these thorns were trampled on the ground by her, completely losing their toughness.

As soon as Flanda moved, the demonic beasts that followed closely behind her also began to act.

After she had run forward for a while, she was almost certain that what was following her was a monster. Because if it weren't for Warcraft, it would be impossible to keep up with a human with a fighting spirit.

After a certain distance, Flanda took the beast to a more open area, and she turned around and drew the short sword at her waist and slashed at her target.

The trees and weeds couldn't stop her in any way, and the beast that had been following her could only avoid it.

After this slash, Flanda saw the true face of the beast.

It was a dead tree trunk two feet tall, with a twisted human face growing on the trunk, and dead branches writhing in the wind.

Flanda was a little panicked, and the encounter with this kind of monster in the middle of the night that she had never seen before made her determined will a little frustrated.

This kind of demonic beast can't be moved into the arena, and Flanda, who has only seen the arena, can't directly judge the level of this demonic beast.

Fight or run? For the first time, Flanda, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, panicked in her heart. This is not an arena, and no one around her will introduce her to the habits and combat effectiveness of this magical beast.

Everything needs to be judged by herself, and she has no experience in fighting Warcraft at all.

In the second she was a little sluggish, the dryad came up to her.

The Dryad moves in a strange way, and the roots that seep into the ground are twisting the vegetation here, and it seems to dominate all the trees around it, including the thorns that have just been trampled by Flanda.

"......" Knowing that she couldn't continue to escape, Flanda could only fight to the death, she picked up the short sword and condensed the fighting energy of her whole body on the short sword.

The short sword created by the Wang family is really extraordinary, and it can still remain the same after blessing all of Flanda's fighting energy.

If the quality of this sword is a little worse, and it is infused with fighting spirit so unreasonably, I am afraid it will be distorted and deformed.

Flanda swept out with a sword, setting off countless broken bark and scattering in all directions, and the huge tree demon was actually cut off by a single sword.

Just when Flanda was a little relieved, the dryad staggered to his feet, and the sword went down to slash it to pieces, and he didn't even kill it.