Masre Bearskin looked at the three black dots gliding in the sky in the distance, and sighed helplessly. Ever since the Battle of Breakout a week ago, flying demons have been looming far behind them, and if they leave, they will not be gone. He knew that they couldn't stop for a moment now, because once they stopped to rest, they might be entangled by the demons and never be able to escape.

"Is there a way to kill them?" Christopher Farrar walked over from not far away and handed him a water bladder, "If it goes on like this, the guys will be dragged down, and we haven't had a good rest since we broke through until now." ”

Masrae didn't speak, he looked at the demons hovering above the horizon, thinking for a long time. If only Diego were there, no enemy would dare to show his might in the air in front of his powerful musket.

He opened the wooden cork of the water bladder and took a small sip, there was not much water in the team, they had to save it, even if there were some supplies in his demon cloth bag, but it was the amount for a long time to come, and he had to be careful and drain the water.

At this moment, a very faint wind blew, and in this dry and hot desert, this cool breeze made people feel very comfortable, and it would be better if it could be bigger.

Wait, the wind is blowing? He suddenly remembered something, dipped his fingers in some saliva excitedly, and then straightened his arms, carefully feeling the coolness of the wind blowing through his fingers.

It's the east wind! The wind was blowing from the broken beach to the east, the small ones were almost undetectable, but they were definitely windy!

He turned his head a little excitedly and looked at Christopher, who was looking at him inexplicably: "Chris, I've found a solution to these followers!" You take the guys forward, and I'll follow after I finish them out in the back! ”

"Are you sure?" Christopher said incredulously.

"I'm sure!" Masrae insisted, waving his hand at the captain of the guard and motioning for him to leave.

"We'll stop about a mile ahead and wait for you to catch up!" Christopher didn't drag his feet, but his tone was full of concern for the safety of the Night Elves, "Take care of yourself!" ”

"If you go any further, you must go at least three miles away, otherwise those suspicious doomsday guards will not follow." Diego urged.

The captain of the guard nodded, and walked towards the soldiers who were resting briefly.

"Guys, pack up, we've got to hit the road again! There's a lot of demon heads waiting to be chopped off in front of us! ”

Even though the soldiers were exhausted, no one complained, and without any delay, they simply packed their bags, pulled out again, and headed south.

Masrae followed them a few steps, but as he turned over a jagged rock, he crouched down and took cheetah form, and then disappeared into the shadows behind the rock.

The team's departure attracted the attention of the demons, who flapped their wings and flew in this direction. However, they still kept a safe distance from the team, and the humans were notoriously good at crossbows, and they did not dare to venture into range.

These Doomward Guards were newly flown in to replace the old ones with the old Dreaddemons. Despite their ability to fly, the thin wings of the Dreaddemons and the Doom Guard could not hold their heavy bodies for long, and they had to change their flying colonies almost every two quarters of an hour to bite the lone human army.

However, for the few Doom Guards who had just arrived, their physical strength was still sufficient, so it didn't take long for them to come to the place where the humans had rested. For safety reasons, they were cautious to maintain their altitude in case of a possible ambush.

They hovered in the air for a full three or four minutes, until they were sure that there were no traps, and then they gradually lowered their altitude and searched more carefully, but they did not land. This is specially explained by the commander, in order to prevent those cunning humans from playing tricks, they must fly over, fly back, and do not land in the middle!

The three-headed demon scattered in all directions, roaming the area, looking for possible hiding places, completely oblivious to the fact that a palm-sized whirlwind was moving beneath one of the demons on the ground.

It took them a few minutes to make sure the humans had actually left, and then they gathered together, ready to chase them in the direction they had left. But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The small whirlwind swelled suddenly, and almost in the blink of an eye, it swelled into a long, slender hurricane more than five yards in diameter, reaching into the sky. The hurricane swayed from side to side and rolled up ochre-red sand into the sky, fangs and claws like a raging dragon, and swept in the demon directly above it.

The demon let out a cry of pain from within the tornado, desperately trying to break free, but the hurricane spun at high speed, and after a few seconds, the demon was silent.

The other two demons were scattered and flapped their wings violently, trying to get away from the tornado, but the cyclone only swayed slightly from side to side and grabbed them into his arms.

There was another wail, but the two demons did not hold out longer than their companions, and in a moment the tornado fell silent, except for the whistling wind and the hissing of dust. Faintly, green demonic blood could be seen staining the wind wall, as if it had polluted the hurricane with a disgusting green pus.

Where Masrae had disappeared before, the Night Elves were revealed. He raised his hands and easily controlled the hurricane's movements, and although he used the power of the winds of nature, his magic was a great improvement from when he was in the Badlands. After several years of adventure and travel, he has not only gained rich life experience, but also mastered the power of nature, and he is no longer the little druid who was almost squeezed dry by casting a whirlwind spell!

After another dozen seconds, Masrae, who felt that it was enough to retract his control of the hurricane, finally swayed a few times before suddenly disintegrating. The rolled up sand and gravel fell to the ground like a torrential rain, and in the raindrops, three bloody demon corpses fell from the sky and slammed to the ground.

Masrae glanced at it from a distance, and the demons were twisted and scattered on the ground, looking limp, as if all the bones in their bodies had been shattered.

He retched, then took a small packet of powder from the medicine bag around his waist and took advantage of the aftermath of the hurricane to scatter it in all directions. It was a mixture of graveyard moss and ghost mushrooms. The powder emits a pungent odor that destroys the Cerberus's sense of smell and makes it impossible to follow the smell.

With all that done, he transformed into a cheetah and chased in the direction of the Stormwhip's retreat. This time, they finally got a precious respite. 2k reading web