The Quetzalcoatl Gods went down, and the soldiers of the coalition were staring at the huge hole below, which was constantly emitting scorching heat.

The three people who were mixed in the snowman pile had already transformed into another person, because they couldn't help but change their bodies, and the other snowmen had already turned into another person.

These people have all become flaxen-haired and gray-eyed Slavs, and the three of them naturally have to follow the local customs.

The dryad, who looked like a beauty with a high nose, deep eyes and long legs, asked Wang Yonghao again: "What did you just say and arrive at the battlefield in 30 seconds?" ”

"It's nothing, I can only say that Quetzalcoatl can't come back, pay attention to squatting for a while, it's not a good thing to stand too high!"

Wang Yonghao said what he didn't ask, and then his eyes stared at the huge hole, and he didn't say anything else, as if he was preparing something?

Wang Yonghao: The position where they stood was actually not too far from the entrance of the cave, because they were also the positions of these main melee forces.

Originally, they thought that the snowman was the best to pretend, and the length was not too much, but they forgot that after the temperature came up, the snowman would degenerate into a Slav, and it would have to transform again until it was time to attack the formation.

Everyone's attention was also as focused on the cave entrance as Wang Yonghao, waiting for the [Quetzalcoatl God] to come back and report the news, but Wang Yonghao was waiting for a different kind of than they were waiting.

Wang Yonghao was waiting for them to die, waiting for the group of bats to fly out.

The flapping of wings and the sound of screams brought about a fierce battle, and everyone was thinking that the mighty Quetzalcoatl horde would later tell them how terrible the battle was below.

However, only Wang Yonghao and the two girls around him knew that although the [Quetzalcoatl] was much more powerful than the [Hellfire Bat], they couldn't come back.

The Hellfire Bat, also known as the Lava Bat or the Hellbat, is a relatively difficult flying enemy.

His AI traits are glowing, immune to debuffs such as "Burning", having a chance to get the "Burning" debuff when attacked, others keep flying in parallel, tracking players, aversion to water, and worst of all, he drags people down lava pools.

Especially when attacking in groups, it can not only set you on fire, but also pick you up and throw you into the magma pool, which is simply impossible to prevent.

[Hellfire Bat]'s damage is not high at 35, its maximum health is also low at 46, its defense is only 8, and its knockback defense is only 20%.

The problem is that once they come too much, it is definitely not a matter of 1+1 equals 2, a group of [Hellfire Bats] is similar to the [Rouge Beetles] that migrate in groups, and no one dares to mess with them.

There is a saying that has always been popular in hell: "Don't ask who your enemy is?" Even if he humbly falls into the dust, he only asks how many enemies are there? ”

There is also a saying: "The only one who can deal with the enemy of the group is the group, and if you survive, it only proves that your group is bigger." ”

Therefore, even if the [Quetzalcoatl] attack is up to 85/170 damage per second, the upper limit of health is 260/520, and the defense is a full 28 points, facing more than ten times the enemy is in vain.

Even if the attack power of [Hellfire Bat] is less than half of that of [Quetzalcoatl] flat A, and the life is less than one-fifth of the minimum amount of [Quetzalcoatl], the defense is only a fraction of that of [Quetzalcoatl].

There are a lot of them!

From the perspective of Gausnay, a confident Quetzalcoatl, the situation seen is completely different from what the people above expected.

This arrogant pseudo-demigod who has no knowledge of hellish creatures at all, and has never even thought about the possibility of coming to hell to fight in his life, is annoying.

The first problem he faced when he went down into the pit wasn't very far away, and he could see the swarms of bats flying upwards.

Those flaming creatures weren't the most troublesome thing for this arrogant being, though he regretted having such a stupid idea after less than 30 seconds.

When he first entered the pit, not only all of his Quetzalcoatl Gods faced the most embarrassing problem - the feathers on their wings were burning.

Their state doesn't look much different from the Hellfire Bat that is flying upwards below, and their wings are burning.

The wings of these [Quetzalcoatl] were not enough to resist the already almost substantial flame heat of the top layer of Hell.

Their feathers first curled and withered, then began to burn from the tips of the feathers, and in an instant their entire wings burned red.

The wings of these [Quetzalcoatl] were suddenly like bald chicken wings stripped of their hair, and they no longer had the ability to fly.

Perhaps the difference is that the chicken wings are white and tender when raw, and when cooked, they are either golden brown or reddish or dark red.

Of course, the color depends on the practice, and the color is naturally different depending on the practice.

But no matter how you fry and fry the sauce, you can't make this kind of burnt black.

The wings of the [Quetzalcoatl] gods had been burned, and even the blue scales all over their bodies had dried up and warped, and with the sound of "crackling", they were scorched and collapsed in pieces.

Gosner was very confused, depressed and melancholy at the moment.

Because they were falling, they couldn't do it again to fly back to the cave they had come up to, even if they had only descended less than 15 meters, and they were already in a state of barbecue.

Except for a few that generate bat wings that burn through the wing mold, the remaining few empty wing bones are flickering, all of which are in the state of a yellow-bellied green-backed roasted snake with two roasted chicken wings.

There is not much time left for them to be melancholy, because the [Hellfire Bats] below have already greeted them, and these "strange things" that start to barbecue themselves after jumping down are just small snacks for this group of [Hellfire Bats].

The sound of digging overhead all the time showed the number of prey in this bright sentence, and that was the real meal of this group of [Hellfire Bats].

Wang Yonghao previously thought that the demon did not react to their excavation, but in fact, he was wrong to blame the demon.

If the [Hellfire Bat] community knew what he thought, he would definitely explain that the demons would not be active here at all, because this is the territory of the [Hellfire Bat], and the other races that come to wander around here are here to deliver food.

And even the "food delivery person" can't go back to that kind of food delivery behavior.

Therefore, this group of [Hellfire Bats] rushed towards this group of "food" that was constantly falling and grilling itself with great precision and purpose.

The fire bat swarm automatically moved out of a pocket-shaped encirclement, easily avoiding the food that might not have been fully cooked, and the only remaining ability to resist.

And this kind of behavior was an act of weakness in the eyes of the unconscious Gosnay, who was about to burn, and he roared with the last of his strength, and rushed towards the weak person in front of him, who was already unavoidable.

I don't know where he got the courage, did he not even think that his wings had been burned into the shape of this bear? Surely there is no going back?

Maybe the time was too short, the things happened too easily, and the contact with the enemy was too unexpected, so that these flying snakes with too small brain capacity didn't have time to think too much.

Their health was already too low, their scales were completely burned and jumped, their defense was completely non-existent, and the sharp claws of the fire bats easily tore through the steaming snake flesh that had been burned.

The golden grease on the surface was torn apart, and the [Hellfire Bat] ate it on the spot, almost quickly eating up the outermost part of this "food" group.

Some of the greedy Hellfire Bats remained and continued to gnaw inside, while most of the rest rushed out of the cave above their heads for more food.

"Here, squat down."

Sensing that the danger was approaching, Wang Yonghao pulled the two girls to squat down immediately, and before the two women had time to look up, they heard a whining, and a burning sensation swept over their heads.

The screams rang out in pieces, and the entire advance phalanx was in chaos, no, it should be said that the entire advance phalanx was gone!

When the two girls looked up, they found that the Slavs near them, whether it was the Frost Golem, they were all caught.

Behind them, the sky was scaring with a rain of stump debris, and the Hellfire Bats were flying and tearing at their prey.

Roasted directly with the scorching flames that emanate from their bodies, the entire process from hunting to processing to eating and discarding food scraps is completed in flight.

The swarm of bats, which had brought a flaming swarm, turned around in the air, apparently purposefully for another dive hunt.

Wang Yonghao was still in the mood to sigh at this time: "I didn't expect it! Are Hellfire Bats Cooked Food? ”

Unhurriedly, he stood up, looked at the formation that had been completely messed up, pouted and said, "Judging from the performance of this group of guys, good people don't deserve to win!" ”