Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

A series of explosions rang out, chasing a group of werewolves into the air.

Buck's face is very ugly, they have more than 100, and the other party is only close to 20, a gap of five or six times, and even the werewolf side has a slight advantage in terms of individual strength, and this group of flesh and blood leopards is just carrying some of them, and the result is actually like this.

These werewolves who are being chased are also very helpless, they are afraid of being stunned, and they are afraid of dying.

This group of flesh and blood leopards is just dead, and they will explode themselves, and they can drag one into the water no matter what.

It's really rare to know that your life is in danger and that there is no benefit to you, at least not among this group of werewolves.

If you want to restrain this group of leopards, there is only one way, long-range attack.

Forehead! The werewolf's body structure can't attack from a distance, and even the weapon is not easy to hold, plus although it becomes stronger after transforming, it also becomes stupid, and the werewolf has no long-range attack means at all, so it's hard for you to make it spit.

Therefore, they can only be chased by this group of leopards.

Then in the midst of a rumbling explosion, it soon fell silent.

This group of flesh leopards is very powerful, and directly took the lives of 15 werewolves.

Looking at the scattered flesh and bones embedded in the trunk of the tree, the remaining werewolves had a lingering palpitation.

Iron Claw angrily slapped a nearby tree, leaving four notches several inches deep on the tree.

Gurgling blood flowed out, Iron Claw felt something was wrong, how could the tree bleed?

He looked up and noticed that the trees around him were distorted, like children's graffiti.

The wind blew like a gloomy laughter, making him shudder.

He suddenly remembered the group of flesh and blood leopards, and immediately scolded: "N, the information is wrong!" ”

The target this time Angela is not a black magic, she is simply not too proficient, and the nearly 20 weird flesh leopards are clearly the products of black magic.

Pursued by this group of leopards, they have stepped into a trap created by Angela's other black magic.

Angela's body was originally very talented in white magic, but when Angela from another world came, she awakened two more black magics, especially the fear technique, which was simply black and couldn't be more black.

Therefore, Angela's talent for black magic is definitely not bad, but compared to black magic that requires various preconditions and is obscure and jerky, white magic is more simple and crude and easy to use.

"Ahh

A scream sounded, Iron Claw turned his head sharply, and saw a werewolf dragging down the blood-red roots that came out from below, and then a cloud of blood rushed up to the sky, and the man stretched out his claws, the claws stiffened, and then sank into the ground, and the ground instantly turned red.

Iron Claw's pupils shrank, and a spirit jumped up, and a dozen roots sprang out from under Iron Claw's feet, but they were empty.

Iron Claw went wild, frantically grabbing at the twisted tree beside him, driven by fear and anger, he grabbed a dozen claws in a row.

In the afterimages, a blood mist burst out of the sky.

With a creak, the twisted tree was cut down and slowly fell to the side.

The ears were quiet, and the voice that was like crying and complaining and so crazy finally stopped.

Iron Claw had just targeted other twisted trees, when a sudden mutation occurred, and the broken tree suddenly turned into a giant python that devoured him.

"Ahh

Iron Claw let out a scream, then blinked, looking around in disbelief.

Surrounded by collapsed trees, beneath his feet was a slimy patch of flesh.

At the place where the tree that had been cut down on him just now, a werewolf was lying on his back, his pupils full of fear, and his soft belly had been hollowed out by its claws.

It turned out that under the pursuit of the leopards, they did not leave here at all, but just circled around, and then unknowingly fell into a hallucination.

And those twisted trees are all their compatriots.

But how is this possible?

Iron Claw looked incredulous, you know, his resistance to black magic is very high, in the face of this kind of illusion directly aimed at him, it is logically impossible to succeed, even if it succeeds, it will be greatly discounted, and the effect will definitely not be so good.

"What a clever illusion."

A voice rang in his ears, and Iron Claw turned his head, only to see the three Gorgons standing at the edge of the flesh and blood, silently watching all this, just said by the old man with a wrinkled face and hunched back from one of them.

The old man held a snake staff, and one after another illusions were cast, scaring the werewolves awake one by one, and successfully cracking the illusions with illusions.

At this moment, it seems that because he was stimulated by Angela's illusion, the old man seemed a little excited, so he seemed very chattering.

The old man said to Ironpaw, "I'm very confused! ”

Before Iron Claw could react, the old man spoke to himself, apparently not taking Iron Claw's reaction seriously.

"A flesh and blood as the base, with a lifeless flesh and blood puppet to persecute you, make you afraid, hypnotize you little by little, then when you feel safe, let down your guard, and then use the corpse of the werewolf as a medium to completely drag you into the illusion and let you kill each other."

The old man's eyes lit up, and he spoke faster and faster: "It's just that this score is based on your corpses. So, every time one more person dies, the phantom speed will be stronger, if there is no external force, you will sink deeper and deeper into the illusion, until there is only one person left, lose all consciousness, frantically attack everything around you, and finally be scared to death or die of exhaustion, it is simply exquisite. It's a pity, if it weren't for the need for you to be cannon fodder, I'd really like to wait a little longer......"

The old man was still chattering there, but Iron Paw was chilling, and he looked around, only to see a large pile of werewolf corpses lying on the ground, and only a little more than half of them were still alive.

Even those who survived suffered a great blow, some of them sat there in dementia and drooled, and some looked around in horror and trembled.

Iron Claw lifted its claws, and its claws trembled uncontrollably.

A rage rose in his heart, and the old man was rambling like a fly buzzing in his ears......

I want to, I want to kill him!

Iron Claw's pupils, for some point, were already bloodshot and turned red.

The other werewolves gradually regained their senses, and their eyes were also blood-red, revealing bloodthirsty looks.

The Gorgon-Witch interrupted the old man's tirade, and another middle-aged male wizard quickly stood in front of the two, and then his body swelled violently, breaking the black robe, and the pieces of cloth flew in the middle man's back, and the middle-aged man's back bulged nine large bags, which struggled and twisted violently.