"Buzz..."

The fly flapped its fly-like transparent wings, causing its bloated body to fly and make annoying noises.

The long, thin tongue flicked in the air, and the foul-smelling mucus spilled down, Yang Hao definitely didn't want to touch this kind of thing.

The Fly Demon gazed greedily at the tent, considering the risk of becoming an enemy of Yang Hao.

In the end, greed gained the upper hand, and it launched an attack on Yang Hao, pounced on Yang Hao at an extremely fast speed.

It was unexpected, but Yang Hao had already been prepared.

The Fly Demon's movements were too obvious, and the experienced Yang Hao immediately grasped the fighter, his body slightly sideways, and the half-sword in his hand was raised above his head.

The moment he staggered past the Fly, he slashed down with all his might, hitting the Fly's back and slashing half of its wings.

In the wail, the fly demon fell heavily into the soft soil of the Black Forest, and rolled out seven or eight meters with inertia, and the thin feet of the lower body like flies were unnaturally crooked, obviously broken in the impact.

Yang Hao had no mercy for this ugly monster, and quickly stepped forward, holding his sword to stab.

Suddenly, the fly demon suddenly turned his head, and a red shadow flashed, entangled Yang Hao's neck with a strong stench.

Yang Hao almost wanted to vomit at this time, it was so smelly, it seemed to be a pair of socks that had not been washed for a month.

At the same time, Yang Hao's non-chieftain attribute exploded, and the Fly Demon attached a disease effect to him with a single attack.

"Ding, you're attacked by a fly, your disease judgment fails, you get a random rash effect, skin defense -1."

The Fly Demon sneaked up and let out a yin sneer, increasing the strength of his tongue and using a painful whip, wanting to strangle Yang Hao in one fell swoop.

Seeing the filthy magic appear on the thin tongue of the fly demon, Yang Hao felt a throbbing pain and lost consciousness.

Two seconds later, Yang Hao woke up in a sharp mental pain, his expression was in a trance, and a double image appeared in front of his eyes, and his strong mental power allowed him to reduce the time he was controlled.

Yang Hao felt the slippery touch on his neck, and almost collapsed, and the two seconds of losing consciousness made his life and endurance drop by more than half.

He struggled hard, wielding a half-sword in his hand to try to cut off Yang Fly Demon's thin tongue, but the Fly Demon's tongue was surprisingly tough, and the half-sword in his hand had little effect.

Seeing that his endurance was about to bottom out, Yang Hao decided to use witchcraft to fight, and chanted a spell with difficulty:

"Sa. Gramka.. Soil"

The half-sword in his hand quickly heated up, and the blade lit up, slashing at the Fly Demon's tongue.

Fortunately, Yang Hao's last blow accurately hit the gap that he had attacked before, although the Fly Demon's fire kang was very high, it was still not completely immune to the fire element, and he cut off his tongue with difficulty with half a sword.

The fly demon who had been getting up from the ground fell again and ate, squirting fishy blood frantically from the broken mouth of his thin tongue, and a piercing scream came out of his mouth.

Yang Hao tore off the filth that hung around his neck, threw it into the darkness, and stabbed his sword into the Fly Demon's open mouth to prevent it from making noise.

The fly demon twitched and shook his head, and the smelly blood sprayed everywhere, Yang Hao drew his sword and took a step back, and then connected to the whirlwind slash, slashing half of the fly demon's head with a sword.

Hit hard by this, no matter how strong the vitality of the fly demon was, he couldn't survive, so Yang Hao put his mind at ease.

Ignoring the loot, Yang Hao hurriedly took out a pot of water from his travel backpack and rinsed the parts that had been touched by the fly demon's tongue.

After some tossing, Yang Hao finally cleared the smell from his body and looked at the corpse on the ground.

As the weakest of the demons, the Fly Demon has a unique role, it is a very useful Scout.

The flies are capable of storing all the sights they have seen over a period of time in a special organ in their brains, and they also have the ability to pass them on to others.

Similar to a reconnaissance aircraft, but not networked.

If the Fly is controlled by a human, the controller will not be able to obtain information in real time, and must wait for the Fly to return and read it.

Of course, there is also a way to read these images, which is to directly take out the special organs in the fly demon's brain and infuse them with magic power. However, the image obtained by this method is incomplete and blurry.

As Yang Hao, who was targeted by the Skinning Sect, he didn't dare to take lightly a reconnaissance-type monster like the Fly Demon.

Could it be that the Peeling Sect has come up more?

Yang Hao pulled out the tool knife on his waist and dug open the skull of the fly demon.

It has to be said that this is unpleasant work, but Yang Hao must be so for the sake of insurance.

In the black blood and dark red brain, Yang Hao found that an oval white sphere was incompatible with other filthy things, which was the organ that recorded images.

Yang Hao carefully conveyed the magic power, and a hazy area appeared in the night sky in front of him.

The images are reproduced in a blurry, choppy and disjointed, confusing and confusing.

20 minutes later, the white oval sphere in Yang Hao's hand suddenly burst open, and the image ended.

Although there is not much useful information, Yang Hao still learned two pieces of information from the video.

This fly is supposed to be wild, and no one is behind it.

Most of the images are of hunting and scenes of the Black Forest, and the movements of the flies are erratic.

The Skinning Sect had planted a mark of witchcraft on Yang Hao's body, and if the Fly Demon was sent by them, it would definitely come straight to Yang Hao.

Second, there is a large caravan stationed in the field 3 kilometers in front of Yang Hao, which is the only human trace in the image.

The fly demon was afraid of the strength of the caravan and didn't dare to look at it much, but just this glance revealed the strength of the caravan.

There were at least eight large ten-person tents, and they were arranged in such a way that it was evident that there were professionals camping in the wilderness in the caravan, probably veterans of the trade route.

Now Yang Hao has an idea, when it is dawn, he will immediately take two little loli to catch up with the caravan in front of him and walk with them, even if it is just a journey.

But how do you convince them?

Yang Hao is not naïve to the point that he will help each other if he meets anyone on the road, and prior observation is essential, in case the other party is an evil force, wouldn't it be a sheep into the tiger's mouth.

After disposing of the corpse of the fly demon, Yang Hao lost his interest in continuing to learn the Gwent card and began to practice boring witchcraft.

…

"Chirp"

The melodious birdsong woke up the entire Black Forest, and the early morning sun sprinkled on Yang Hao, which was comfortable and intoxicating.

The two little loli crawled out of the tent rubbing their sleepy eyes, completely unaware of the danger of last night.

"Ruby, Erin hurry up and pack up, and eat breakfast on the way, we have to hurry up today."

Yang Hao commanded solemnly, turning to leave, he realized that the doting of himself and his relatives and friends would slowly kill these two girls, and they needed to learn the skills to survive in this world alone.

"Ruby Ruby, how did the big brother become fierce?"

Erin asked ignorantly.

Ruby didn't know how to answer, clenched her fists stubbornly, and said secretly in her heart.

Ruby, isn't that exactly what you want?

Have your own power.