It's been a few days since we embarked on this escape, and in the past few days, there have been dozens of battles big and small! Even punks will feel physically and mentally exhausted in the face of such high-intensity battles, not to mention those warriors with low professional ranks, and our delicate Princess Nasya, who is now in no mood to speak to her beautiful princess, who often encourages her soldiers.

The blood that had been buried deep in the hearts of the warriors at the beginning began to die out, and was replaced by confusion, numbness, anxiety, and a series of heavy emotions that overflowed with negative energy in this small team due to the confusion, numbness, anxiety, and so on that had been shrouded in the cloud of death for a long time.

And with the increase in the number of battles, the princess guard, which was once a small scale, began to show continuous attrition, which led to the continuous weakening of the team's strength, and it was more difficult to face the next battle without the replenishment of reserves, so a vicious circle was formed that was gradually devouring all the hope of the team, and what was even more terrifying was that no one could break this vicious circle of frustration and helplessness.

As the border from the Kingdom of Dylan gets closer and closer, the enemy's pursuit is more frantic and intensive, and now the seriously weakened reconnaissance team can no longer be able to pursue the team as head-on as it did at the beginning.

From time to time, Menessy did put on a gesture of concern and sympathy to comfort the young wounded soldiers whose wounds were not healed due to the humid environment, or to express his grief for the dead soldiers after the battle, and to encourage everyone to continue to move forward in their leisure time.

But he was only a mage, not a presidential candidate who was proficient in agitation and speeches, and his empty words of encouragement soon lost most of their encouraging effect, and most of the soldiers had no obvious reaction except for the little princess who had always believed in Menessy.

After carefully observing the several "appearances" of Mynessy's hurried "appearances", the punk has keenly noticed that the green leaves on McNessy's fractured wound are no longer growing in twist, and the life force that was once continuously transmitted into Mynessy's body has recently begun to become more and more thin and scarce.

And in several critical battles, even with heavy casualties, Menessy did not choose to kill the apprentices who were extremely vulnerable to formal mages.

If you still choose to "retain your strength" in the face of a major loss of strength, it will not be wisdom but outright stupidity.

There is no doubt that Menessy is not a stupid person, so the reason why he does nothing can only be because he has really lost the ability to "act".

In the face of such a dangerous situation that can be said to be a life-and-death crisis, punk did not feel any fear and worry, worry, only let himself mess up, fear is only a meaningless behavior that consumes energy, these two useless emotions have been completely discarded by punk in the void.

What's more, Punk still has a faint premonition in his heart that McNessey should still have some hole cards that cannot be underestimated, or ............ In the end, the means of killing are all gone.

—————— Dividing Line——————

"The fire burns the clouds, I didn't expect to see it in this world."

The punk looked at the fiery clouds in the sky, the flame-like clouds tumbling and stretching in the light of "Mira", and the whole sky was reflected in vivid red!

The current "Princess Guard" is not so much a retreating army as a down-and-out adventure team, except for the princess and McNessy, the only survivors are Punk and two warriors, like the old mage's type with low combat effectiveness, as early as the fifth or sixth battle, it seems that there is no corpse left.

But the enemy never sympathized with the weakness of the warriors, and they only excitedly pounced on the exhausted team to deliver the final blow.

As Mira's light slowly descended below the horizon, another group of searchers appeared in the hazy twilight.

In fact, after more than a week of high-intensity battles, Punk's level has increased by two levels, and now he is already a ninth-level trainee mage, after all, before the official level, the quenching effect of battle on the soul is still very considerable, not to mention that Punk is still a semi-primeval elf who is more friendly to energy.

But as a level-up mage, Punk was already physically and mentally exhausted from such high-intensity battles, not to mention that the next few battles were as dangerous as being on the edge of a cliff, and there was even a crisis situation, and he was almost caught up by the enemy's main force.

Now, the only two remaining warriors are also scarred, and it can be said that except for Her Royal Highness the Princess, who has been well protected, almost all of them are almost at the limit, and this "encounter" seems to have no chance of survival on the surface.

"Damn! Damn, just a little, almost to reach the "Luxuriant Forest" of the Kingdom of Dylan!" A warrior stood up on a sword that had been broken half full of gaps, regardless of the cracked and bleeding wounds, and roared hoarsely in the direction where Mira fell, his hair, which was crusted and coagulated by blood, fluttered and soared under the lingering spirit of the fighting spirit, and the golden armor of the setting sun made him look like a lion at the end of the road, hideous, but only a trapped beast.

Even Princess Nasya, who has always maintained optimism, inevitably showed desperate eyes at this moment: "Everyone, are you really going to fail, are those soldiers really going to die in vain?"

Tears blurred Nasya's eyes, at this moment, she was not the "princess" that everyone hoped for, she was just a helpless little girl named Nasya!

In such a desperate situation, Punk didn't feel worried, only such a short distance from the border, even if McNessey didn't have any hole cards, he would be forced to play a hand of hole cards, Punk never dared to underestimate the means and potential of an old official mage.

Sure enough, watching the enemy surround this "doomed" team from all sides, and watching the fireball already smashed at the little princess who he cherished the most and couldn't cherish enough, McNessy propped up his broken and gray half of his body, and let out a bloody roar so hideous that even the punks were horrified like hungry wolves about to be robbed of the last piece of food.

Even if he was seriously injured, he had always been polite and never spoke loudly, but at this time, his eyes were red with anger, and the blood vessels were bouncing like green tendons in his hands, and he was already struggling to move, and he suddenly bloomed with a dazzling green light, and the emerald green vines that were as thick as an arm were instantly summoned in the woodland the size of five football fields, and all the vines gathered towards Mynessy in mid-air, and the McNessi who was clustered with ordinary green balls of light surrounded a twenty-meter-tall vine giant, and the magnificent emerald green seemed to be a pillar of light that penetrated the earth, bursting out around the body of the vine giant。

The green energy flame that had formed a substance burned in the giant's eyes, and the surging energy was all frozen in every crevice of the vine giant!

Eventually, the vine giant, resembling Menessy himself, opened its mouth at the enemy, and a terrifying roar shook away the fiery clouds in the sky!

"You're all dead, you're all ————!."