As soon as her words fell, Lan Che flashed the wand in his hand.

"You didn't mention that in the previous description."

There was a slight chill in the tone of this gentle double-ponytailed girl.

Ziquan hadn't seen another image of Lan Che, but she still felt a little uneasy, so she opened her mouth, but her tone hardened.

"I need an explanation."

"The lord of the city commands." Paper Yi said with his head bowed with his bag on his back, and his blue hair fell under his turban.

She looked flustered: "The city lord said not to tell you too many details, and return immediately after finding the frost maple grass, although the eruption of the crack is not regular, but the overall frequency is still very low, as long as it is a medicine, it is unlikely that there will be an accident." ”

"The city lord is afraid that you will know, so he will not dare to come over." Paper Yi then added.

Lan Che smiled slightly, smiling gracefully and elegantly: "You say so, I really want to meet you, the city lord." ”

She is a nobleman surnamed Lan, the daughter of the third head of the family, when you really anger her, then the so-called meeting is far more than just seeing her.

Ziquan naturally understands this, Lan Che is gentle and graceful on weekdays, and there is hardly anyone who doesn't like this young junior, so he hardly sees the appearance of this essentially terrible nobleman surnamed Lan when he is angry.

But one thing is certain, no one wants to see an angry nobleman surnamed Lan.

There are countless terrible legends among the nobles surnamed Lan that have been passed down by the people of Lanye, and Ziquan has heard many but has never thought of seeing any of them with her own eyes, so she gently pulled Lan Che, and then said lightly: "Since they are companions, even if they are not required to be honest in everything, the most basic information sharing is also a must." ”

"We only allow this to happen once, and if it happens again, then don't blame us for abandoning the mission."

While Paper Yi was nodding, Ziquan turned his head.

They were already quite close to the depths of Maple Valley at this time, but there had never been a high-level demonic beast, and Purple Spring originally regarded it as normal, after all, the high-level demonic beasts that were said here were quite rare.

But if there are spatial cracks gushing here, and even high-level demonic beasts sometimes wander to the periphery to hurt people and prey, then it is impossible for there to be no high-level demonic beasts here.

It could only be that it was not discovered.

Or rather, it's hiding.

Ziquan glanced at Lan Che.

She was originally a magic swordsman of the feng shui dual system, but after the operation of Flame City, she completely turned into a fire demon swordsman, so the wind system detection magic that she originally mastered could not be used at this time.

So she could only turn to the light mages around her for help.

Lan Che nodded.

As she expertly chanted the incantation, a faint wave of aura emanated from the tip of her wand and spread out in all directions.

At the moment when the aura disappeared into the jungle, Lan Che's expression suddenly changed: "Prepare for battle." ”

At the moment when Lan Che spoke, a quarter of an hour before Ziquan held his sword, the bush on the left had been torn apart, and a huge vermilion scorpion lion pounced towards Ziquan in the air.

The Manticore, an ancient demonic beast, is level 20 when he reaches adulthood.

It has been following the team in stealth, and has been holding back due to the uncertainty of the team's strength.

Ziquan understood in an instant - why she had the illusion of being spied on after being woken up by the paper clothes.

When the manticore realized that it was being fed back by magic, it immediately launched an attack, just like its characteristics.

The introduction of the Manticore in the Atlas of Warcraft is that they have always been considered to be one of the oldest monsters, but they are now difficult to find, and their remnants can only be found in some ancient ruins and enchanted forests.

Danger level: High.

Horizontal: Quite high.

Signs: sphin, bat wings, scorpion tail.

Temperament: Fierce and cunning, good at concealment, good at surprise attacks, not durable in warfare.

And in front of him, Ziquan didn't have time to try to distinguish the level of the enemy in front of him, because the attack had already arrived in front of him, the fishy wind was blowing, and the scorpion tail hidden under the wings was like a spear attacking from nowhere.

If it were an ordinary mercenary, then when such a behemoth with a height of eight feet and a body length of more than one foot rushed from the bushes, eighty percent of the people would be frightened and helpless, and another ten would collapse to the ground.

But she is not an ordinary mercenary after all, she is Purple Spring.

The high-achieving students who came out of Ye Ye Academy, the young leader of the Flying Feather Group of the Burial Snow Society, and even had the experience of being trapped in an alien plane to face powerful and strange lava beasts, and the tasks they had were innumerable.

To put it simply, there are not many things in this world that can scare this girl.

She stood calmly in place, the thin sword in her hand skillfully pulled a sword flower, and a small magic pattern was being drawn.

She wasn't sure it would hurt it hard, but it would definitely impress.

However, the moment the manticore approached Purple Spring, the bat's wings flapped, and it directly let Purple Spring pass and pounced behind her.

It turned out to be a false move, and the wisdom of this manticore lion was so high.

Ziquan, who is holding a sharp blade, is obviously a melee class, and at first glance he is the strongest person in the team, if he doesn't know the demonic beast, he will naturally attack the enemy closest to him.

However, this kind of feint attack on Ziquan, in fact, is the behavior of pointing behind him, which is close to the level of a scheme.

Behind Ziquan are Lan Che and Paper Yi.

Lan Che is a magician, a long-range spellcaster, so he is naturally the top priority target, but the manticore ignores it and rushes directly towards the paper coat.

The herb girl was already standing there, watching the manticore pounce on her, and she couldn't even move her feet.

Yes, if there were ordinary people here, then she was one of them.

Lan Che bowed his head.

A cold smile appeared on his lips.

It is really a clever hunter, like a predatory lion who is always the first to pounce on the calves in the herd, not only simple, but also effective.

Such simple and efficient logic can be applied everywhere.

If it's a human being, then it will also analyze that bringing an abnormally weak person into a dangerous place must have a special intention.

Then for the manticore, it's just because - the weakest is the best to kill.

Even just an injury can be a burden on the team and slow down the speed of the march.

Ziquan turned around, but her movements couldn't be faster, only Lan Che was closer to the paper clothes, and only Lan Che was the one who could save the paper clothes.

But Lan Che didn't move.

Paper Yi also forgot to call for help at this time, and watched the huge manticore lion slowly approach her, the cold lion with a killing light on his face.

Ziquan was angry, she looked at Lan Che, but she didn't even have time to shout, it was all between the lightning and flint, and she only had time to turn around.

Seeing that the manticore lion was about to pounce on the paper clothes.

Lan Che finally moved, she seemed to finally confirm something, moved her steps lightly, reached out and pulled the paper clothes behind her like a doll, and then stretched out her right hand holding the wand as if to block the manticore's pounce.

It was too late, for she was a weak magician, because she was a little farther away than a manticore.

But she only moved her steps once, and came to the side of the paper cloth, and only raised her hand, and held up a shallow aperture.

Ziquan saw her eyes, indifferent and cold as the pool water of a deep spring.

The scorpion tail with the crooked scorpion scorpion struck heavily above the shallow circle of light, but it was like a fallen leaf falling on the surface of the deep pool of the Immortal, gently causing a circle of ripples.

Then Lan Che raised his hand slightly, and the manticore flew backwards, its wings flapping dozens of times in the air before stabilizing its body.

The manticore looked at its prey in disbelief, as if it had never encountered such a strange prey in its long hunting career.

"Sister Purple Spring." Lan Che said lightly with a smile, but there was not much smile in his words: "I'll leave it to you, I'll protect this ghost girl." ”

(End of chapter)