The night breeze is slightly cool

The bright moonlight sprinkled on this barren meadow, and the breeze drove the barren grass to rise and fall.

The mountains in the distance seemed to be a series of black shadows.

Not long after He Boqiang left this barren grassland, the three evil ghosts chased after him.

When they saw the severed demon lying in a pool of purple blood, they immediately began to trace the traces around them, they didn't even pay attention to the corpse of the evil ghost, they just hurriedly checked the marks on the wound, and then quickly followed the traces left by He Boqiang, and chased them non-stop.

These three demons are more than three meters tall, and they are all covered with black devil patterns, and their hideous heads are bulging.

Although they have not yet reached the strength of the long-horned demons, they are all on the verge of advancement.

The strength of this kind of demon itself can be on par with the first-turn construction knight of about level fifteen, and even if they meet in a narrow road in the field, they will have a slight upper hand by virtue of their physical advantage.

While patrolling the mountains of Gandareur, the demons spotted the presence of a human warrior in the barren meadows.

The valley between the cols was overgrown with weeds, and it was not easy to search for a human warrior in such a large meadow, and the five demons went their separate ways.

Seeing that the weakest demon in the team was beheaded by the enemy, the blood hole in the forehead was pierced, and the demon core in the head was taken away by the human warriors, the three evil ghosts were furious, and they followed the traces left by He Boqiang, all the way to the direction where He Boqiang fled.

He Boqiang's keen intuition could also sense that danger was slowly approaching, and he ran as fast as he could up the opposite hill.

A few hundred meters above the uphill slope was a dense red pine forest, and he thought that if he got into the dense forest, it would probably be safer than this barren grassland.

Unexpectedly, he planned to take a shortcut back to the camp of the 57th Regiment, but he deviated a little from the direction in the mountains, and did not find the river valley, not to mention, he actually encountered evil spirits on the way.

Surdak also talked about the encounter between the Demon Scout Team and the Human Patrol Team in the wild, which was basically a situation of non-death.

Normally, as soon as the soldiers of the infantry regiment find the evil spirit, they will hide away from it as soon as possible.

The difference in strength between the two sides is too great, and the most important thing for the patrol team is to bring this information to the regiment, so if they can avoid the battle, they must avoid the battle as much as possible.

Once you can't avoid it, you should also set traps in advance and arrange suspicious formations to trap them.

He Boqiang looked down at the penetrating wound on his left arm, and his heart was full of bitterness.

It was as if the inside of the lungs was on fire, and with each breath, the sharp wound in the chest caused a burst of pain.

He Boqiang hid in the barren grass with his waist bent, and by the moonlight, he clearly saw the three evil ghosts chasing after him in the barren grass a few hundred meters away, and two-thirds of the tall bodies of the evil ghosts were exposed, which was particularly eye-catching in the snowy moonlight.

Watching them run in the grass in stride, He Boqiang knew that if he continued to run like this, even if his intestines were broken, he would not be able to outrun these evil ghosts.

He stopped at the edge of the barren meadow, and in front of him was a deep and dark forest, and the dense branches and foliage made the woodland dark, and he thought that as long as he got into the dense forest, like a fish returning to the sea, he could find a place to hide, and those demons might not be able to find it.

He stopped, deliberately trampled down some of the dead grass at the edge of the barren grassland, and threw the iron shield in his hand that was almost falling apart outside the grass, making an illusion that he had gotten into the dense forest, and then he walked back dozens of meters along the escape route with his waist bent, and he deliberately trampled down the barren grass on this road as much as possible to create a clear escape route.

Instead, he slipped into a field of night-struck vanilla, and he took every step carefully, trying not to trample the vanilla leaves.

The vanilla leaf wasn't too tall, and even if there were some other weeds around, he wanted to hide himself with them, almost crawling among the vanilla bushes.

I heard a small chatter in the distance, it should be some tough thorny grass vines that had been torn off, and then there was a clear sound of footsteps, and the figure of a demon was actually so tall in the moonlight.

He Boqiang lay quietly in the night attack herb bushes more than twenty meters away, and he didn't even dare to raise his head, for fear that his gaze would alert the evil ghost.

The demon stopped not too far away, and he kept glancing around.

He was about to walk towards He Boqiang's hiding place, but found that there were traces of lodging in the grass not far away, and hurriedly ran over, found that these traces were very new, and hurriedly called out in a low voice behind him.

Immediately, two evil ghosts rushed over from behind, and the three evil ghosts followed the traces laid by He Boqiang, and chased towards the dark dense forest on the side of the hillside.

At this time, He Boqiang reluctantly got up from the grass, gritted his teeth and walked along the way to the depths of the barren grassland.

When he found a tracker behind him, he knew that he didn't have enough physical strength and good condition, and even if he fled into the dense forest, he couldn't escape the pursuit of those demons.

He was able to avoid the demons because of his suspicions, not because he wanted to flee back to the indigenous village.

In that case, it is not surprising that it will bring disaster to the indigenous village hidden in the canyon.

He Boqiang ran all the way back to the place where he killed the evil ghost, and as expected, the evil ghost's body was still lying on the grass, and there was no evil ghost to collect it.

He picked up the demon's head from the ground, then found a bush in the grass and burrowed into it.

He Boqiang quickly opened up a clearing in the barren grass, and then took out four pottery bowls from his bag.

Two of these four pottery bowls were broken in the fight with the evil ghosts just now, and He Boqiang couldn't care about it so much at this moment, so he took out some gray stone powder from his backpack and put them into the four pottery bowls respectively.

Although two pottery bowls were broken, He Boqiang also loaded gray stone powder onto the two pottery bowl fragments.

He then placed the four bowls in the four corners of the open space, and set the gray stone powder in the bowls on fire, and suddenly a small pinch of blue flames came out of the bowls.

Standing in the middle of the clearing, thinking for fear that the ritual would fail, he drew some symbols at his feet, and when he had done so, he sat down cross-legged, chanting a somewhat jerky native mantra in his mouth, and raised his hands and swayed them incessantly.

As the spell ended, a faint pillar of light suddenly descended from the top of his head, and a demon god phantom appeared in front of He Boqiang, and this phantom looked almost no different from his own 'potential'.

The only difference was that the two pairs of eyes of this phantom seemed to contain a hint of majesty.

He Boqiang followed the steps given to him by the Grand Wizard of Inoartilla, and placed the demon head beside him in front of the demon god phantom, and the demon head slowly burned in the sound of He Boqiang's spell, and as the flames gradually extinguished, the evil ghost head completely disappeared in front of He Boqiang's eyes.

The Demon God Phantom stood in front of He Boqiang, turning around with a smiling face, and a blessed power was like a sweet spring water injected into He Boqiang's body......