Hidden in the leafy treetops, Yang Ling stared motionlessly at a small group of horned bee beasts that came out to feed. Beside him, thirty-six domesticated horned bee beasts quietly spread their black wings, their sharp fangs shining coldly, and their tails slightly upturned, ready to attack, waiting for the order to attack.

After devouring the essence blood of the giant wolf and the python, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his magic power was greatly improved, and he could domesticate ten wild horned bee beasts with continuous blood every day, and the efficiency was incomparable. In just a few days, dozens of lone horned bee beasts have been domesticated without danger.

I don't know if it absorbed Yang Ling's essence blood or the effect of the Witch Tower, as long as the horned bee beast the size of a thumb is domesticated and stays in the Witch Tower for a period of time, it will grow to the size of a knife handle. At the same time, two sharp fangs grew on the left and right, and the black horns on the top of the head were also sharper and more hideous, and their combat power was much stronger than that of ordinary wild horned bee beasts.

Yang Ling tried several times and found that the domesticated horned bee beast was more belligerent and combative than its wild counterpart. In the face of wild kinds, let alone fighting alone, even five or six together, they are more than enough to deal with.

The horned bees came out to forage in a disorganized formation, estimated to be more than a hundred, all of them flying slowly from woodland to woodland, looking for suitable food. Some 'rattle' open dead branches to see if there are ants or other reptiles underneath, some peck at a thumb-long and short-leaved grass to swallow the sap inside, and some peck around coniferous pine trees in search of termite burrows.

Seeing that the foraging horned bee beasts were becoming more and more scattered, Yang Ling saw the opportunity and divided the thirty-six domesticated horned bee beasts into six teams, each with six in each team. In addition to leaving a team of close protection, he ordered the rest of the horned bees to attack their unprepared kind.

Under Yang Ling's command, thirty fierce horned bee beasts flew out like lightning and succeeded in one blow, causing the wild species to lose their ability to move and immediately shift their targets. At the same time, Yang Ling quickly followed, biting his index finger and dropping a drop of blood on the head of the wild horned bee beast.

In the past few days, he has inadvertently discovered that injured horned bee beasts are easier to domesticate, and the more seriously injured, the less magic power and essence blood will be consumed by domestication. With the current magic power, an uninjured horned bee beast can only domesticate ten in a row a day, but after the horned bee beast is injured, there is no problem in domesticating dozens of horned bee beasts in a row.

At the same time, he found that no matter how serious the injuries of the demonic beast were, as long as it was domesticated and received from the Witch Tower to recuperate for a few days, it could return to normal, and it seemed that the thick fog in the Witch Tower still had a healing effect. But this is limited to the newly domesticated Warcraft, and the Warcraft that has been tamed will recover much slower after being injured. It seems to be like eating a cold, the first time it works well, and the effect of eating it later is far worse.

After a powerful surprise attack, the wild horned bee beast is caught off guard and is often seriously injured before it can react. Even if they reacted, they were powerless to resist the mutated domesticated horned bee beasts, and they were either bitten in two or stabbed into a hornet's nest by their sharp black horns.

Under the command of Yang Ling, it was not long before the wild horned bee beast was wiped out. Except for more than thirty guys who were missing one wing or were stabbed into pieces, the rest were all successfully domesticated by Yang Ling and received from the Witch Tower to recuperate.

After consuming a large amount of magic power and essence blood, Yang Ling's face turned pale, and he quickly left after taking a few breaths, so as not to be discovered by a large group of wild horned bee beasts. After withdrawing from afar, he commanded the domesticated horned bee beast to hunt, which could not only taste all kinds of game, but also further trained the horned bee beast's ability to cooperate with the battle. Occasionally, after hunting a low-level demonic beast, you can also absorb their essence blood to replenish it.

In this way, when Yang Ling was tired during the day, he commanded the domesticated horned bee beast to hunt, condensed the essence and blood of the prey and swallowed it, and when he had enough energy, he went to the door to fight the idea of the wild horned bee beast, and at night he seized the time to practice the mysterious witch decision. At first, the magic power operating in the body was still non-existent, but after a while, I gradually felt a rushing airflow.

After more than a month, Yang Ling gradually adapted to the jungle of the jungle, and at the same time, he also tamed more than 2,000 horned bee beasts that eat people and do not spit out bones. Gradually, they stopped frequenting the horned bee's nest.

It's not that he wants to accumulate some yin virtue, but the horned bee beast has increased his vigilance, not to mention the lonely horned bee beast, even the horned bee beast in the squad is few. The rest of the horned bees either cowered in their nests all day long and did not come out, or when they came out, they were in large groups, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.

After having enough defense force, Yang Ling began to set off towards the outskirts of the forest, hoping to penetrate the Trus Forest, which stretched for thousands of miles, as soon as possible. Along the way, many horned bee beasts were sent to explore the way, and when they saw the monsters that could not be defeated, they avoided them far away, and when they encountered beasts that could be easily defeated, they commanded the horned bee beasts to attack in turn, and there was no danger along the way.

On this day, after walking for a few hours, Yang Ling stopped near a small lake, ready to rest for a while before setting off. According to the memory of the horned bee beast, as long as you go all the way to the west, you can pass through the primeval forest of Truss, which stretches for thousands of miles.

Near the lake, a group of small white rabbits with pointed ears were happily chasing and frolicking, and their lychee-sized eyes were spinning around Yang Ling's body, but Yang Ling had no interest in them. After all, no matter how fresh and beautiful the rabbit meat is, you will get tired of eating too much. This is the same reason that even if a man marries a wife who is like a flower, he will cheat after a long time.

"Kill"

Just as Yang Ling was about to squat down and wash his face, there was a sound of fighting in the distance. As a low-level demonic beast, the horned bee beast knew some simple continental lingua franca, and after gaining their memory, Yang Ling also quickly learned this uncomplicated language.

After arriving at the scene silently, Yang Ling hid in the leafy treetops. Not far away is a small mountain village with beautiful mountains and rivers, and a group of black-clothed warriors riding on flying beasts are flying up and down, frantically attacking a group of panicked pointy-eared elves.

There are two kinds of flying beasts under the black-clothed warrior, except for a few griffins the size of calves, the rest are all black and white cloud eagles.

According to the memory of the horned bee beast, although the cloud eagle has good speed, it has no attack ability, and is a low-level flying monster, while the griffin is extremely terrifying, not only fast, but also infinitely powerful. With one claw, the elves are often scratched off a large piece of their belt flesh, and they have to be seriously injured if they don't die.

With great mobility and impact, the black-clothed warrior roared while holding his bloody sword and rushed left and right. At the same time, the elves resisted desperately under the command of an old man, and the arrows flowed like clouds. After each dark green arrow roared, a black-clothed warrior would fall to the ground, and the lightning-fast speed and the accuracy of a hundred steps piercing Yang made the black-clothed warrior unable to defend himself, and the two sides were inseparable.

Racial vendetta?

Yang Ling shook his head and released all the more than two thousand bloodthirsty horned bee beasts. Except for a hundred of them, they all stayed on guard to avoid a surprise attack.

Suddenly, Yang Ling's eyes lit up. I saw a black-haired elf girl come out behind the old man, graceful and graceful, with long hair fluttering, and the whole person was as glamorous as a hibiscus out of the water against the backdrop of a white skirt.

After holding a dark green staff and muttering for a moment, the long-haired girl raised her hand and emitted a black aura. Everywhere they went, the black-clothed warriors were slow to move, and they were dipped in a body of tu super glue, and they were killed one by one by the elves who carried arrows like gods.

"Quick, get that elven priestess into custody!" After losing a few samurai, a young man with the appearance of a leader was furious and ordered loudly. Soon, a team of elite black-clad samurai frantically pounced on the long-haired beauty.

Seeing the black-clothed warriors rushing towards her, the long-haired beauty took a few steps back nervously, and then held the dark green staff in her hand and muttered. Soon, there was a surging wave in the air, and then, with a 'crunch, crunch'-like sound, the nearby towering trees turned into deadwood giants more than ten meters high.

Under the command of the long-haired beauty, the Deadwood Giant slashed at the black-clothed warriors with heavy steps, and with a powerful blow of a wooden stick the size of a water tank, the black-clothed warrior and his mount were smashed into a puddle of flesh.

Sorcery, hallucinations?

Yang Ling rubbed his eyes and looked at the dead wood giants that had turned from towering trees in disbelief.