Herson was depressed, and his intention to take advantage of the fire was not fulfilled in the end. Prince Augustine's team retreated in a hurry, and his situation was in danger.

"These gutsless guys. Can't I support it for a while, just one breath, and I can break this damn protective barrier. ”

As an beast spirit, he has a keen sense of danger.

The elves who roamed around had clearly made him feel that danger was coming.

He wanted to fight, but he was worried that his life would not be saved, after all, he no longer had the strength to share the counterattack of the elves with him.

What's even more serious is that the elven warriors who came back from around the Forest of Life quickly approached him, and the huge sense of crisis made him have to prepare to retreat, and he regretted the hot-headed just now.

"I should have fought hard in the first moment, I was too conservative."

Looking at the invisible barrier, he felt a little regretful in his heart, he was so close to success, and yet, it was so far away.

"I miscalculated. I had to retreat, I couldn't put myself in it. ”

However, it is not easy for him to get out, and there is an extremely dangerous Princess Cynthia in the shadows.

He quickly retreated, his steps like a butterfly in a flower, dodging and fleeing in the jungle, like a tiger and leopard, as fast as the wind, but although his body was fast, those pervasive white feathered arrows were even more terrifying.

Strange arrows kept circling his vital points, as fine as a torrential rain, always falling where he could hardest bear them, which made him unable to cope.

Flash and stop, the mountain jumps down and down. Tumbling, pounced, his body made countless dazzling movements in the air. Dodging the arrows that kill one by one.

The silver moon-like Hariran scimitar in his hand kept swinging, slashing and slashing. Slashing left and right, swinging up and down, weaving a net in front of Herson, constantly knocking white phantoms away.

Crises came again and again, with the evil aura of death, which was resolved by him again and again, with the help of silver blades.

But the arrows in front of him never decreased, and every time one of the sharp arrows was shot down by him, Princess Cynthia would definitely make up for another sharp arrow.

Arrows fly. Scimitar strobe.

His form fought and retreated, like a nimble mongoose in the treetops of the woods, his long ears constantly alerting the grass and trees around him, his paws darling between the bark and the grass, like lightning and mist.

However, this could not stop the nature elves from getting closer and closer, and his crisis was not only not eliminated, but intensified. 100 steps. Fifty steps, it looks like a hand-to-hand battle.

His eyes kept scanning around, looking for loopholes for the elves, constantly searching for the best way to retreat.

However. Even the sharpest gaze cannot cope with the lack of quantity.

The elves are outnumbered, and he is alone. It's definitely the end of being crushed.

"Damn, are these elves going to be wiped out? I'm just trying to pick a few fruits of life. As for being so angry? ”

There is no way ahead, no way back. He is now in a desperate situation. If there is no other means, being besieged by the elves is inevitable.

"No, life and death are in an instant, you must get out of here quickly, or you will die." Herson's face was very ugly, the elven princess's attack was absolutely fatal, he knew that this woman had not done her best, this woman was just restraining him and preventing him from retreating calmly, so as to create an opportunity for the elf warrior to besiege and kill, so that he would turn into ashes in the crowd tactics, otherwise, he would definitely not be able to retreat with his whole body.

"It's time to fight hard." He knew that if he didn't fight hard, he really wouldn't have a chance, and he had to break through before he was besieged, and tear a hole in the encirclement of the elves, which might be a bit difficult, but it was the only option.

If you fight, you have a glimmer of life, and if you don't fight, you can only quit gloomily.

Although he is only a servant, however, he has hidden his strength for several years just to break out one day, and he doesn't want to fall short.

Layers of fine runes appeared around his body, a faint glow enveloping him, and gradually the aura of the wind moved around his body.

His figure is like the wind.

The body also became larger, but the steps became extremely relaxed, like clouds, stepping on the ground as if there was nothing, and there was no trace left.

With the help of the wind, his body began to float in the air.

The force of gusts of wind encircled his body, lifting him up.

Behind him, it was as if he was in a pair of invisible wind wings, their wings fluttering.

The wings are like green lan, covered with layers of beautiful patterns, and the colors are colorful.

Layers of wind aura spread over it, exuding a mysterious aura.

Herson's light form constantly moves through the air, soaring, tumbling, leaping, flapping wings, fast and slow, up and down, forward and backward, with the cover of leaves and trunks, swift but nimble, strange and elusive.

From time to time, white feathered arrows missed.

Even Cynthia's bow and arrow attacks began to get strenuous. The pair of beautiful eyes in the forest were also frowning and became a little anxious.

Her jade-like fingers gently caressed the curved bow in her hand, and a gray feathered arrow rested on the string. The movements are slow and gentle.

The beautiful eyes were closed, as if hesitating, as if in contemplation, as if a mist was shrouded in her beautiful face, and I don't know why, but the bowstring was never pulled up, and she had not yet made up her mind.

Herson, on the other hand, maneuvered quickly, and with the help of the wind, his body was like a bird, constantly passing through the layers of trees.

The distance is approaching, but it seems to be out of reach.

The elven warriors kept jumping and climbing between the trees, but in the face of the birdman-like Hersson, their advantages were no longer there, so they could only take out the bows and arrows in their hands and shoot them, but unfortunately, they did not have Princess Cynthia's magical archery skills, and each feathered arrow could only become the back of the Herson's dance steps.

The hand-to-hand encounter did not come as expected, so that the elves could only call in vain.

The force of the wind swirled around his body, causing his body to retreat like an arrow in the green jungle, gradually moving away from the life protection barrier.

Wind Feather Technique.

This is a skill that Herson acquired by chance during an experience. It is also another life-saving skill of his, in addition to the art of concealment.

This skill is both offensive and defensive, and can be used both to escape and to attack the enemy at critical moments. If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, he would never show it, which was one of his killer features.

Looking at the elves' somewhat messy attacks, Herson chuckled at the corners of his mouth, his eyes were fierce, and when he was about to make a fierce move, suddenly, a strong sense of crisis suddenly grabbed his mind.

His body stiffened, and his spirit shook.

"Oh no, what is this? Come on. Herson didn't dare to stay, the wings behind him vibrated desperately, the wind flying feather technique kept urging, and the corners of his mouth were even more bloody, and he fled as if he didn't want to die. I saw a thin line of light shuttling between the green leaves, and everywhere I passed, all the branches and green leaves turned into fine powder, floating in the wind.

The thin line runs straight and unobstructed until it is far away beyond sight.

However, in the next moment, Herson's terrible howl still came, shaking the entire Forest of Life. (To be continued.) )