The loser ran along with four hooves tangled in the chassis of its body, when suddenly he heard the poisonous vine sitting on its shoulder shout "Stop" to it, and then immediately stopped his steps, like an obedient child, and stopped according to his mother's words.

In fact, it could have been thought of as the child of the poison vine, after all, the alchemical creature called the loser was created by the poison vine using a contract demon and many animal corpses as raw materials, and then mixed with drugs and alchemy.

In the loser's subconscious, the poisonous vine is its mother, and the words of the poisonous vine are the mission that it must absolutely obey.

So the poisonous vine just told it to stop, and it immediately stopped at the conditional launch site, without the slightest thought or hesitation.

"It's strange, she should ......be right in this area," the poison vine reached out to hold the loser's neck, sat on the shoulder of the alchemy creature under the skirt and muttered to himself, "Could it be that I lost it?" ”

She muttered in a low voice, and shifted her gaze from side to side as she sat on the loser's shoulder, searching the woods with her gaze, unaware that Arya was now hiding in a bush about a hundred paces away from her, staring at her every move with hatred and terrible calm.

In the eyes of the elven girl holding her breath, the black dress and white hair of the demon shepherd priestess strictly speaking, has entered the range of the giant crossbow in her hand, but a ginkgo tree in the dense forest prefers to die in a straight line between her and the poisonous vine, if she is in a hurry to shoot a gambling arrow through the giant crossbow now, then she is afraid that not only will she not be able to shoot the poisonous vine with one arrow, but most of them will be discovered by the loser immediately in the next second, so as to fall into a crisis again.

The blonde elf girl gritted her teeth, kept telling herself to calm down, keeping herself in a posture of a giant crossbow and squatting in the grass by the side of a tree like a motionless stone sculpture.

Suddenly. The Patriarchess, who sat on the shoulders of the loser, seemed to have decided something, and then ordered the alchemical creature under the seat to walk forward, moving out from behind the ginkgo tree in the elven girl's field of vision

Arya's emerald green eyes widened for a moment.

Subsequently -

"Die!"

The elf girl, who had sunk her anger into her heart for a long time, roared out this cursed line in her heart, and her fingers, which had been on the crossbow trigger for a long time, immediately picked it off without hesitation.

In an instant, a giant wind arrow created by the magic catapult shooter's expertise was mounted on the string of the giant crossbow on time, and the giant crossbow that the elf girl was flat on her chest immediately pushed the giant wind arrow out with a "whoosh".

A giant magical arrow the thickness of a human arm. The spiral of air brings the sound of whirring wind through the treetops and branches of the dense forest.

The alchemy behemoth named the loser and the cult matriarch called the poison vine didn't seem to have time to react at all, and the poison vine sitting on the loser's shoulder was immediately hit in the side of the face by a giant arrow shot by Arya, his head tilted back, and his body fell off the loser's shoulder with a crooked roll.

The poisonous vine is dead.

In the elven girl's field of vision, the death of the shepherd priestess seems to have become an established fact.

However......

"Was that poisonous vine really killed by me like this?" After witnessing her long-hated female alchemist fall off the loser's shoulder, she didn't think of celebrating at first, but immediately had such an unreal illusion in her brain.

Will this whole process of long-distance sneak attack ...... A little too smooth?

She wondered in her heart.

"Wait-" Suddenly. The elven girl with the giant crossbow flashed a cold flash of lightning in her mind, realizing that the poison vine didn't seem to make even a sound of landing after falling off the loser's shoulder.

A person's weight fell from a height of about two meters, and he didn't even make a sound of landing?

Isn't that a little too weird?

Arya's hiding place must have been exposed at this time, because the arrow she had just shot with the giant crossbow was exposed, and a very ominous premonition immediately took over her brain, causing her to suddenly feel suffocated by the danger approaching her face.

In the next moment, she saw the alchemical monster called the Loser turn towards her, and the dozen or so eyes on the monster's head cast a dense gaze focused on the grass where she was hiding, and the cracked mouth on the head muttered a few incomprehensible syllables. A circle of magic arrays glowing with a cold glow suddenly formed in front of its head.

Arya looked at the circle of magic in front of the loser's head.

That's undoubtedly a spell!

She was sure.

So, that alchemy creature actually casts spells?

Poison vines actually call this kind of monster a "loser"?!

Make no mistake!

Surprised. The elven girl with a giant crossbow in her hand hurriedly turned her head and fled from the place.

She slid headlong out of her current hideout, intending to quickly move in the direction of another grove in the forest.

However, before her heels could leave the spot, the circle of magic in front of the loser's head then poured out dozens of orbs filled with magical energy, and the dozens of balls of magical energy all turned into independent arcane missiles and launched towards the location of their aiming in the next second.

For a moment, there was a loud crackling sound in the place where the group arcane missile attacked, and the grass where the elf girl was hiding was suddenly blown into dust. A big tree that grew next to it was innocently shot, and there was a dull "bang" and it fell to the ground with a bang.

After that, the monster named Loser crouched down with a low howl of exhaustion as if it had just cast a spell, and the poisonous vine that should have been killed by Arya's arrow came out from behind the ginkgo tree that had blocked the elf girl's sniper line earlier.

"Are you still alive, little elf?" The matriarch in a black dress and white hair looked at the billowing smoke and dust in her field of vision with a sarcastic smile on her face. "If you're still alive and my loser is now in a weakened state after casting the spell, don't you want to seize this gap and take advantage of the opportunity to sneak up on me? You know I don't have much combat power. ”

As she spoke, she turned her head sideways and reached out to stroke the loser who was squatting on the ground panting, and then took a bold step forward to stand in front of the alchemical creature beside her.

It was as if she didn't care if Arya was still alive or not, whether she would burst out from a direction she didn't expect to slash her neck with a single blow, or hide in a new bush and raise her crossbow to shoot a second arrow at her head. (To be continued.) )