"Smack"

A chubby palm was removed from Gerald's face.

In addition to the bloodstains, there was also a clump of black-green mosquitoes that were torn apart.

"Gerald, keep up!" shouted Keane Carlos.

In the Laurel Forest Proving Ground, a seven-member team of water magic apprentices is shuttling between laurel trees.

The little fat man "snorted" and ran two steps to catch up with Charles, who was at the head of the team.

"Hey, Charles, do we have to pick the seeds overnight? we're a little far from the camp, and we can't see any other magic apprentices around!"

Charles, who looked tired, turned his head to look at Gerald and did not speak. Then he held up the bright stone in his hand and continued to illuminate Trunks, who was opening the way.

Around the central camp, there were five apprentice teams that poured in at once, and thirty or forty people competed, of course, there were many people and few trees.

After some discussion, Seven Little decided to go in one direction, leaving the other Trial Apprentices behind.

"Hey, hey, Gerald, are you scared! I'm not afraid of a woman! A man like you would spurn even a god!"

Huh, woman, woman?

You walk between Charles and Anna, and of course you are not afraid!

As for women, a convex and backward woman like Miss Anneal is called a woman!

Knowing that Emily was not to be messed with, Gerald kept his head and continued on his way.

"Ququ, Ququ"

The chirping of the worms accompanied the seven little forwards, hoping for more harvest before resting.

"Stop!"

Trunks snapped.

Directly in front of the seven, a stout laurel tree hung with fruit, waving its branches to welcome them.

"Whose turn is it?" Charles asked.

"Emily, I'll take her place!" replied Annaal.

Emily, who tried to hold her, emptied it, only to find that Anna had run under the laurel tree.

After two or three strokes, fruit fell from the tree.

Seeing this, the Keane brothers put down their bags and joined Charles to take charge of the guard.

Together, Gerald, Emily, and Trunks put the scattered fruits in one place.

"After picking this tree, can we find a place to rest?" Trunks!"

"Yes, Emily, don't worry, I'll let you lie in a warm sleeping bag before midnight!"

"Snap" a fruit right in Gerald's head.

The little fat man thought it was Anna's joke, and as soon as he straightened up, he saw Anna on the branch sprayed by the red mist, shaking and falling down.

In the nick of time, Gerald raised his arms and rushed over.

"Bang"

Anna smashed on Gerald, as if he had fainted.

Trunks, who was on the side, hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Anal up from Gerald.

Clenching his teeth and flushing his face are signs of poisoning.

"Whoa"

Emily took the water bag and poured it on Annar.

Gerald, who had flipped up, also took his water bag and poured it into Annaal's mouth.

"No, my teeth are too tight!"

"What's wrong? What's wrong with Annaal?"

The Keane brothers and Charles also rushed over, took their water bags, and prepared to fill them with water.

In fact, the toxicity of a single laurel seed is not great, and it can be resisted by gargling and shedding tears.

Charles put his hand on Annaal's forehead and found that it was not hot at all.

"No, it's not a sign of laurel seed poisoning!"

"It's a pity that I haven't practiced the 'Soft Water Flow Technique' yet. ”

Listening to Charles's chagrin, the anxious friends didn't hear Charles's words.

"Let's get back to camp, the Extraordinary Big One can heal Annaal!" Trunks roared.

"Buzz, buzz!"

The sound of mosquitoes and bees lingered in Gerald's ears, and the little fat man hurriedly waved away, he was really afraid of mosquitoes!

"Buzz, buzz!"

This time, it wasn't just Gerald, almost everyone saw it.

"Let's go, let's go, go back to camp!"

Calling out to his friends, Charles pulled the bright stone embedded in Annaal's head off and threw it far away.

The "buzz" sound chased after the bright stone.

"The Keane brothers take turns carrying Anna on their backs! Gerald and Emily run ahead!"

"Trunks, it's not good to use these bug greatswords!

Charles spoke quickly, everyone had their own role, and fortunately, the road was smooth.

"Little bees, let me give you a taste of the power of the big fireball!"

As soon as Trunks stopped, his hands were about to tear the seal "Fireball Technique" in his hands.

"Uh! It's not for you to turn against the enemy, release it into the air, in the air!"

Within easy reach, Trunks could see Charles's big bloodshot eyes.

"Brush"

A large ball of fire rose from the trees to the sky, striking out in the night.

"It's like a camp for help? You're really there, Charles!"

Under the illumination of the fireball in the air, although there is no field of vision like in the daytime, it can still be seen clearly within ten meters.

"You've won, Trunks!"

"What?"

In Charles's memory, he could see what the thing was much bigger than a bee.

The reason why Trunks wasted a sealing skill book was not to defend against enemies or ask for help, but to warn the camp.

Poison Bee, a first-order demonic beast.

If you only rely on the level of Warcraft, you may disdain it.

Dozens, hundreds, maybe a small fireball will solve them.

However, this kind of low-level demonic beast, as soon as it appeared, was not hundreds, thousands, thousands.

Poison bees are an ordinary population, ranging from hundreds of thousands to millions.

Being bitten is not a swollen problem, if the treatment is not timely, even the Pope of Light will not be able to solve it in just a few tens of minutes.

Just ask you, are you afraid!

This alone makes people talk about bee discoloration, and people who are bitten generally have symptoms of a cold.

And this kind of cold is extremely contagious, and if you are not careful, a county will be full of corpses.

Of course, these Charles will not mention it to the friends around him, in case of distraction and accidents, which makes the proud Charles embarrassed.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Pull off your mask! Put your gloves on!"

Trunks has the best physical strength, and Charles has the most magic.

A small seven-person escape team, with the assistance of two people, was surprisingly fast.

"Bang Bang"

One after another, the fireball spell soared into the sky, and Trunks wouldn't give everyone their lives for a few rolls of broken skin.

It's close, the central camp is close!

"Yo, isn't this Charles from the water system?

It was the fire apprentice team under the seat of Priest Dathra who spoke, and the two systems were incompatible, and the embarrassed water team immediately attracted a burst of ridicule.

"Originally, we wanted to make more progress at night, but I would like to advise Your Excellency, hurry up and flee to the camp!

Charles, who quickly passed through the middle of the fire team, was not a villain after all, and a kind reminder was over.

"Joke, our fire squad is the strongest of all the squads! Hmph! Ignore this group of weaklings, let's keep going!"

Charles is also not a pastor with a bright heart, and he is not to blame for not listening to persuasion.

"Ahh

"Ugh!"

"Bang!"

Several fireballs exploded behind Qixiao, and there was a huge roar of the Burst Flame skill.

"Let's go, Charles's true!

Hopefully, the Guardian Priest of the Central Camp will be able to see the fireballs in the air, and running at a rapid pace will be very physically draining.

"Great and loving goddess of nature, please bless us!"

At this moment, as proud as Charles, he also prayed silently in his heart.