"Team leader. How did you bring the cloud beasts here? Although the purpose of these people is unknown, they are not guilty of death. "That's it, team leader, this is still the kind of cloud beast that has just woken up from its slumber, and it will never give up until it is full. "Team leader, I've really confirmed a few times, there are no elves in this group......"

On the other side of the sky, somewhere in the clouds, there were seven winged people, three of whom were the winged people who were in charge of scouting the blood of the battle last night. At this moment, these winged men are watching intently, the game of predators and predators playing out in the distant sky and land ahead. And they started to talk nonsense, but they only seemed to want to say it to one person, and that was their group leader.

Cloud gatherings seem to be a popular way for the Winged Terrans to communicate, not only to have ears on the wall, but also to fully display their talent for flying. The dark clouds only existed above the heads of the fleeing war-blooded group, and where the Winged Terrans were, there were still blue skies and clear white clouds. As a result, the appearance of the Winged Man can be more clearly recognized under the sun.

The Winged Terrans are tall, which is similar to or even slightly taller than the Strongmen compared to normal humans. If the Strongman adult male is generally between 1.9 and 2 meters, then the Winged Terran adult male is between 2 meters and 2.1 meters. Even with this length, it was not proportional to the pair of giant wings behind them. The wings of the Winged Humans are white and flawless, like angels in human mythology, and the wingspan of adult Winged Humans is often five meters, which is why they can be as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning in the sky. When flying with wings, individual winged people look very large, but once the wings are folded and stand on the ground, the wings behind them look very small, like a traveler carrying a bag. In terms of appearance, the winged people are by no means as outstanding as the elves, their appearance looks ordinary, no different from ordinary people, but it does not exclude individual excellent ones. The facial features of the Winged Terran are convex brow bones, a long nose, and yellow skin.

The group of wingmen surrounded a wingman whose wings were longer than the other six, his expression was very serious, his face was gloomy, and his brow was furrowed. Look at this tense group leader, who is about thirty years old based on his human appearance. Around his neck, he wore a necklace that could not be called a necklace—a long circle of thin silver thread hung from a thumb-sized white tooth. Due to the long flight time, their soft armor is streamlined and very well made. The soft armor worn on the body belongs to a kind of light armor, and the team leader wears a different kind of armor from other places, and the wavy patterns on the soft armor are much more than those on ordinary winged people, probably to distinguish status.

The leader of this winged group is named Shang Ling. At this moment, he ignored all the complaints and ramblings of his subordinates, and carefully analyzed the situation in front of him, although the distance was no different from the present to them. This morning, he made a decision after receiving detailed reports from the three people in charge of scouting the area. The first is to wake up a sleeping cloud beast with special means, then lure it to the area where the battle blood convoy is located, and finally gather a part of the members of the reconnaissance team to wait and see what happens. For an investigator's mission, intelligence is above all else.

Turn the space back to the ground. It had been half an hour since the outlaw fled, and more than a dozen carriages were scattering more and more on the grassland, and the more they ran, the more chaotic they became. The horses were already running in fright, and the neighing sound in the horses' mouths slowly turned into mournful screams, coupled with the faster speed of the driving instructor and the endless explosion of water bombs around them.

The chief of the water administration, who had been marching in the air, had begun to gasp for breath, the white light on the top of the wooden staff had dimmed, and his eyes were bloodshot. Worst of all, the water shield he cast didn't seem to be as strong as it had been at the beginning, and the water elemental waves that kept him floating were disappearing little by little. The situation of the convoy was even worse, with many instructors struggling to drive two frightened horses with one hand, and the other hand constantly using magic or vindictive energy to block the scattered onslaught, like Little's car, which even had its roof lifted to become a "roadster", and the students in the car helped to resist it. This is not the worst thing, the convoy of about 200 people has lost about a quarter of the carriage at this moment.

Originally, there were twenty wagons from the beginning of the escape, but now only fourteen remain. Six vehicles were wrecked along the way, meaning that at least sixty people had died. There is nothing more awakening than parting with life and death.

Every time a carriage was destroyed, the clouds in the sky would quickly split into a small cloud-like creature with a terrible face, and then swoop mercilessly down towards the wreckage of the carriage, a huge ghostly face in the distance. Some cars were not directly blown up into a pile of garbage by a water balloon bomb, but lost power in the shock wave and dumped on the side of the road. In the kind of car that hits directly and blows up into a pile, the trainee instructor is either dead or injured. The giant face slowly floated to the front, only to see it open its bloody mouth, swallowing the entire pile of wreckage in one gulp, and as soon as the front mouth was swallowed into the back of the head, sawdust debris continued to filter out, and then those who escaped alive could clearly see the blood-stained cloud-like part of the mouth. If it was another kind of carriage that lost power, then most of the people in the carriage were only slightly injured, and after falling, they could still stagger to their feet and realize the crisis. But when they saw the huge maw of the huge cloud beast biting towards them, the most primitive fear of being preyed upon in their hearts was instantly revealed. Some people are stunned, some are desperately trying to escape, and some are fighting back. No matter who it is, there is only the ending of being swallowed by that cloud-like giant face one after another.

Those who have died are lucky, because they have not seen themselves eaten alive, but those who are alive are still in nightmares. There was a strongman student who shouted for help while running. The cloud beast pounced and snatched Gatha off the ground in one bite, biting him from the waist down, but his upper body was still outside. The young student burst into tears of fright for a moment, shouting and stabbing at the cloud beast with the long sword in his hand. The struggle was futile, and Giant Face made only one movement - he opened his mouth face up, and the student slashed into Giant Face's mouth. Then the upper and lower jaws of the cloud beast began to chew, and the blood even soaked the nose of the giant face red.

"Ahh The cloud beast may not have appeared in the predetermined plan of survival training, even if it was not reminded by the chief of water treatment, the other students had already realized the fact that this time! It was not a game! Among those who still had the energy to flee for their lives, although there were no female students, at least half of them were on the verge of a mental breakdown due to extreme nervousness. The mentor is quite sensible and knows how to constantly dodge and resist. The fifth-level veterans were also quite calm, but many of the newcomers were already screaming and crying.

The chief water treatment officer, who has always regarded students as his own, has completely forgotten the fatigue on his body, and desperately uses his last strength to protect every student. In his eyes, there was only anger and sadness now, but he still didn't give up. Shui Zhi couldn't help but reprimand: "The above must have made a big mistake!" For the patriarch of the War Blood School, this may be one of the most tragic events in the history of Cheng Hui's War Blood School. If you want to talk about the consequences, there is such a serious student safety accident in a normal survival training, then Shui Zhi, as the first person in charge, is naturally to blame, and the dismissal or something is light.

The sound of the explosion echoed intermittently. The crisis is imminent, and Li Te's group of six people face the challenge of life and death, and they begin to show their powers.

The level 4 Raging Bull used his Beast Blood Black Bull ability, and after transforming in a roar, he saw that he had a pair of sharp horns on his head, and the muscles of his upper body swelled rapidly. But his abilities are clearly in their infancy, and the beast transformation is not complete, with no animal hair and a majority of humans. But even in the initial stage, the physical strength of the mad bull is still very strong, and he single-handedly blocks the water arrows after the explosion of the large water ball. The water arrows that could easily shoot through the planks only hurt him a little when they hit him in the back.

Li Te, Carl and Da Bang, three powerful warriors who cultivated martial arts, used weapons and the fighting energy in their bodies to help Mu Su smash the water bombs that came over. Those sporadic water arrows shot at the scale armor of Litt and Carl's mad crocodile, but they couldn't feel the slightest impact, which showed how high the defense of this leather armor was against magic. Equilibrium is not the best, but it is the most practical. The Great Avalanche was a little weaker, and although the iron armor he wore could protect his flesh from damage, the impact of the water arrows made him uncomfortable.

As for the two magicians, the Water Monster and the Weeping God, one built half of the wall with the water elemental, and the other protected the other side with a barrier of holy light. Because the two magicians were not as strong as the four friends in front of them, they could only stand at the innermost side of the team. The water monster kept whining, cursing the phantom beast jungle, a soaring place, but it was the crying god, not only did not cry but encouraged everyone to cheer up.

In the center of the dark clouds in the dim sky, the huge face that "grows" out of the dark clouds, the "mouth" is wide open at the moment, and after countless small faces that have eaten people fly back to the clouds, it seems to show a satisfied expression, but it still refuses to stop.

The huge chase and escape staged on the ground, in the eyes of Shang Ling, the serious leader of the Winged People, was nothing more than a normal natural selection in nature. He finally spoke, his voice loud and strong, and said, "It seems that the plan has failed, and I have not found the elves. Retreat! By the way, a moment of silence for those hapless people. ”

Just as Shang Ling flapped his wings and was about to leave, one of his subordinates suddenly grabbed Shang Ling's hand and exclaimed, "Report team leader, I saw it, it must be the elven clan, your judgment is correct, they have finally appeared!"

"What did you say?" Shang Ling turned his head again, but he couldn't believe his sharp eyes.