Jack felt like he was in a bad shape. His right eye was blinded by his opponent's bear claws, and his left eye was unable to fully capture his surroundings. With Wolfwalker's resilience, it won't take long for the damaged eyeball to recover, but only if he survives to that point. Jack wondered what would happen to the werewolf, who claimed not to be killed by anything other than silver, if it was eaten by some much larger creature, would it become a stone in the stomach of the giant beast, or would it die of a vital injury if it couldn't recover? Alexander's head wolf became more cautious, not giving the bear a chance to swallow himself.

Fortunately, Mona had already noticed the strangeness of her companion, and she deliberately guarded Jack's right side to make up for the lack of vision of the wolf. But it also put her in a dangerous situation. The female warrior's mind is not very clear, and more often than not, she fights completely according to her own instincts, which makes her fighting style full of variety, and it is easy to fight each other because of the blood that fills her head. The price for this was that Mona's right hind leg was slashed by the bear's claws, leaving a terrible scar.

If only the Wolfwalkers were to fight the Skinskinners, it wouldn't be long before they were overwhelmed by their injuries. Fortunately, although the other fighters in the team were unable to support them directly, they were still able to draw the attention of the Bears, especially Buckham. Whether the elf wants it or not, it is better to use his full abilities than to fight on flat ground or under the cover of trees. The tall treetops are too dangerous for humans, but they can move like flat ground for the Children of the Forest, their light bodies keep the thinner branches from breaking all at once, and their good night vision provides the elves with the ability to fight at night.

Since the beginning of the fight, Bakham's arrows have landed accurately on the skinner's eyes, ears, or even anus at regular intervals. Elven hardwood arrows are less penetrating than nomadic arrows, but Bakham is as sophisticated hunter as the most seasoned hunter in the construction of animal bodies, and the elves are always attentive to other creatures in the forest, which they use to supplement information that they may not be able to detect in the first place. And now, the bear-skinned man realized the annoying part of elven archery, and the pain from the vital places forced him to pay attention, because no one dared to guarantee that if he left the elves hiding in the shadows, the next cold arrow would still be ineffective.

"Roar!" the Skin-Mask roared, he had had enough of this difficult group of opponents, if this was a warm-up before the meal, then he didn't want to wait any longer, it was time to eat. The bear changed his tactics and began to run wildly in the direction of the nearest arrow, the trees in his way snapping in front of him with great force, and the broken trees smashed into the ground and splattered a large amount of rubble and dust. The agile elf dodged the onslaught, shifting his position just in time before the tree he was sheltering in was broken, but his hasty movements prevented him from holding his weapon properly, and his bow fell under the tree.

"Monsters. Buckham cursed under his breath, not daring to venture down to the ground to pick up a weapon, especially after witnessing his opponent's physical strength stronger than the wolfwalkers. He looked left and right, but no one else was seen, and in order to contain the enemy, except for the wolfwalkers, who were always in front, the dwarven demon spawns kept their distance from the elves to prevent each other. But as a result, when the Skinned Man was determined to break through in one direction, the loose encirclement could not restrain his movements.

In the woods, it gradually fell silent. The crowd listened with bated breath, but there was no more sound of trees being broken. Mona looked at the wolf with some blankness, looking for an answer with her eyes. Jack shook his head slightly, he didn't think the Skinkeeper would retreat because of this small setback. They killed all the nomads who followed him, and it was impossible for him not to respond.

"Be careful, something isn't quite right. He had no reason to retreat. The Demon's figure peeked out from behind the trunk of the tree, nearly knocking the elf to the ground. Of all the people, only Krus could have the ability to get to Bakham's side in time. The topless killer looked down at the obvious marks ahead, which stretched deep into the woods before being obscured by other plants.

The elf nodded, "He knew we could pinn him down with outnumber, so he hid and prepared to break us down." ”

"Or if we get together, he can catch us all. We don't actually have a way of remembering him?" the Demon's eyes scanned around, as if worried about the Skinskinner's sudden appearance from the shadows. "The only thing thankful for is that he didn't run in the direction of the camp. ”

"Rest assured, the creature's movement as he runs can be heard miles away, and Elsa and they have time to move the wizard away. The elf then moonlight spotted his bow and was considering whether to take a risk and retrieve it.

The so-called speaker has no intention of listening, and Bakham's words made the demon scold suddenly, leaving a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead, "You're right, a monster of that size can't hide its whereabouts at all. So how did he hurt the wizard? As a gray robe, even if he is not an enemy, he should still have the ability to protect himself, and he should not be so seriously injured. And the location of those scars looks like they came from a surprise attack. ”

"You mean?" the killer's words were unsettling, and a terrible premonition appeared in the elf's heart. He subconsciously pulled out the short knife at his waist, and the silver blade shone slightly in the moonlight.

"The wizard called him the Skinner, so is it possible that he has more than one skin?"

"Shhh Before raising their heads, both fighters made the most correct decision, and they jumped out in two opposite directions at the same time. "Boom!" the sound sounded like a boulder tumbling down the hillside on the ground, and Bakham, who was grasping a branch with both hands, looked back, and the scene in front of him scared him to almost let go of the branch!

What was that! The elf saw something sticking out from under the canopy of a calf, with dark green and white scales covering it like armor. He couldn't tell how long the thing was, but judging by the head that had broken a whole row of branches, the giant snake was at least nearly twenty meters long! And now, the cold snake eyes were staring coldly at the elf hanging from the branches, he swallowed the snake letter, as if thinking about how to swallow the prey.