The almost endless roar of anger from the giant treants behind him echoed in his ears, and Dions, who mingled among the little treants, sniffed and incited, using his sense of taste to pinpoint Lynch's position, and was ready to pull out the huge longbow he was carrying.

He is like a chameleon-changing lizard that can hide itself in its surroundings at any time, and the color of his body changes very quickly at any time with the surrounding environment as the background color, which can not only confuse the enemy's sight, but also conceal the perception of the other party to a certain extent.

He was also annoyed by the little tree people who were also roaring around him, and he tried to distance himself from them. The double torture of physical sound and mental torture made his already very nervous mood almost collapse, and the position of a rune on his cheeks and under his eyes was also scorching, and the rune engraved with "Light of the Wind" was already a little overused.

Damn old thing......

Not all of the Sunseekers hated Perisius to the core, but all the higher-ups of the Sunstriders, the old guys who were all intriguing for the only body, the corrupt people who stood at the top of the family, the forgotten people, all wanted to kill Perisius as soon as possible.

The giant Treant in the back used to be one of them, but Dions didn't know what kind of terrifying hatred this guy had for Perlicus, so he could give up his quest for immortality and become a Treant who could only sleep between Sunset Forest and Stoss in the future.

No one wants to face death, especially if you are sure that the aura of one of your companions has dissipated. Diones continued to move forward unhurriedly, enduring the urging of the huge treants behind him, but silently left himself behind.

This operation almost dispatched a small part of the family's manpower, but after the shadow of a certain high-level was exposed, and he couldn't help but transform into a tree man in advance, because Lynch ran in one direction at a very fast speed, the encirclement that was originally agreed to be ambushed in the Storth swamp was completely disrupted, and now only a few guys who were originally inserted here and a few people who could use the "Light of the Wind" rune are only following up.

The scalp-numbing squeaks in front of him alternated with the sound of explosions, and Didons, who was jumping between the branches, could always see the charred corpses of the little treemen on the ground decomposing at a rapid speed, but thanks to the fierce death of these little guys, the speed of the other party was effectively slowed down.

Surrounded by invisible winds, Dions made his body extremely light, even the extremely small branches could bear his weight, coupled with the blessing of the tree man behind him, so that his body, which was only slightly stronger than ordinary people, was able to move forward at a very fast speed in the huge forest with complex terrain.

The distance is enough.

The long green light left behind him was like a ribbon, and Dions stopped on the branch and removed the huge longbow behind his back.

The withered leaves surrounding the huge wooden longbow were in touch with the hand, and a rune lit up from the hand, and the hard-working leaves were reborn, and the whole longbow seemed to be alive, and the color gradually became lighter, and the purple gorgeous crystals and carvings also appeared out of thin air.

This is not a pleasant thing to do, the Hidden Arrow can only exist for one, and summoning it now is just a real hammer for the death of his friend.

The smell of the other party was still pungent, and in the midst of this lush forest, the smell of nature's enemy was as conspicuous as a stain on the white floor.

Dions drew his longbow and didn't deliberately aim. Hidden arrows don't need to be pinpointed, and for enemies of nature, the Hate Bow will automatically track them and shoot them to death.

The emerald green arrows condensed out of thin air, and Diones let go of the bowstring, and with a soft "whoosh" sound, the arrows disappeared from Dions' field of vision at a rapid speed.

Call.

He breathed a sigh of relief, not paying attention to the result of the arrow, and continued with his bow and arrow, in the direction of the arrow bursting into a green mist.

Well?

The tree shook beneath his feet, warning Diones to be careful.

He watched a dark red spear cut through the obstacles of the branches in front of him, the long, sharp tip reflecting his own face, frightened, bewildered, and helpless.

"Ah!!!" he roared, not knowing why the spear had been able to lock his position, but he did everything he could, spurred on by impending death.

He began to retreat rapidly, moving from side to side, as the emerald branches of the longbow arm in his hand spread rapidly, clinging to Dions and extending in front of him, forming a wooden shield with a faint green glow, trying to hold the spear at bay.

Dions raised his right hand, which had been completely wooden, towards the spear, hoping to break one hand in exchange for the threat of death.

The surrounding trees and rattans also did their best to block the spear's advance.

Now the little tree man also rushed towards him, trying to use himself as a meat shield to protect Dions' safety.

Click.

The spear pierced through the wooden shield in front of Dions, pierced through Dions's right hand, and flew towards his set goal, Dions's heart, in an unstoppable attitude, as if he had encountered no obstacles along the way, like the most ordinary throwing spear, flying smoothly, without any magical light flickering, only sharpness and speed, and then left a hole in the heart of this unfortunate man.

The spear turned into a dark blue star, and the various incantation effects and blessings around Dions vanished, and all the light around him dissipated, and he planted the branches, which were slowed down by the soft branches, and finally fell gently on the soft, leafy ground.

He still has a breath, but he is not far from death.

He couldn't dodge the shot.

......

"Ripening?" Lynch repeated the word with some confusion, "What do you mean?"

"It's to take this body that I don't have complete control over by force," Perisius explained in a whisper, "but that would cause irreversible damage to this perfect body, and would also make it impossible for others to use it anymore—he was completely mine." ”

"That's not a good thing. Lynch said, "Why didn't you just do it earlier?" ”

Perisius lowered his eyelids and did not respond.

First of all, this behavior meant that there was no room for further exchange between Perlicus and the Sunstrider, and he didn't know how it would make the guys react - it wasn't the most important thing, the consequences of taking over the body were in fact beyond Perisius's expectations, he had forgotten many things, and had almost become a new personality, though he was reluctant to admit it.

The side effects will definitely get worse after ripening, and he will definitely not be the same Perisius again.

"What do we need to do?" Lynch asked Perisius as he used lightning to coke a few nearby treemen.

"I need a day-seeker, a living day-seeker. ”