And the castle's bear knights are falling one by one. Although each Bear Knight will pull at least dozens of times the enemy to the country of death, the Bear Knight is a quasi-constructed knight, and it is an irreplaceable elite. Their prowess and loyalty are unquestionable. And what did Richard's men die? Barbarians, sandmen, indigenous warriors, and knights were all resources taken from this plane, and only a few foot knights were brought from Norland. However, in Sinclair's mind, ten foot knights together were not as important as one bear knight.

She hesitated, although the cyan moonlight on her body had faded before, but the burning pain of the wound had only begun to ease at this moment, and the pale golden divine fire was also dim to the point that it was about to be gone, and as soon as her activity ability was restored, should she kill or catch Richard first, or save a few bear knights? She doesn't have the grace of the dragon of eternity and time, and she doesn't want to waste her precious life on a lowly alien plane.

At this moment, the manticore's body began to lie down, and a miserable green flame exhaled from its nose, like a terrible enemy hidden in the mist.

Just as Sinclair hesitated, giant wolves began to leap out of the fog, and like real wolves, they couldn't stop galloping around the manticore, letting out a low howl.

The torrent of wolves suddenly stopped for a moment, but instead of swarming, it was an overwhelming wind blade that struck the manticore. For the manticore, the power of these wind blades is very limited, and at most they can only cut a small wound in the body, and even the thick skin cannot be completely cut through.

However, there are too many giant wolves.

As soon as he glanced at it, he knew that at least three hundred giant wolves surrounded him. It was now clear that these soulless wolves must have been commanded by someone, and maybe it was Richard of the castle!

The blades of the wind grew denser and denser, and finally rained down on the manticore. The massive manticore roared and roared in rage, pounced on each other, and tore the wind fangs apart with their huge claws and sharp teeth. It has a considerable level of combat power, and it is completely a one-hit kill to deal with a seventh-level Wind Fang. But the manticore lion was obviously afraid of what was on guard, and he didn't dare to let go and hunt the wind fangs.

Sinclair finally decided to get out of this damn place first, she grabbed the manticore's mane and cried, "Kill them all, baby, and then we'll get out of here!"

Less than a hundred meters ahead, a thick mist spread out on both sides, and an incomparably large black shadow slowly came. Even if Sinclair saw a lot of all kinds of magical beasts, he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw a giant insect six or seven meters tall and nearly thirty meters long!

Compared to the brood, the manticore lion is like a tame kitten.

Of course, the manticore lion can't really be a cat, it got rid of the wolves, and suddenly rushed towards the brood, jumping to the back of the brood with a light leap, and digging its claws into the back of the brood!

Although the back shell of the brood is harder than steel, it has little effect on the claws of the manticore, and the sharp claws nearly half a meter long all pierce deeply into the back armor of the brood! The scorpion lion is still unsatisfied, and the tail needle is also nailed down, and the thud completely submerges into the disproportionately small head of the brood! The deadly venom is injected into the brood body in a gushing manner along the opening at the tip of the tail. In less than a second, the venom in the manticore's venom sac had been emptied, and the manticore's breath was obviously a little weaker.

It's so poisonous that it's enough to poison everyone in a large city. The brood only paused slightly, and continued to crawl towards the castle of dusk with the manticore lion as if nothing had happened. It is close to immunity to poison and acids, and is the nemesis of the Manticore. The head of the brood had been smashed by the poisonous needle, but its pair of short, but extremely sharp and powerful blades also cut into the tail needle of the manticore, cutting off most of the huge tail needle raw!

The manticore roared in pain, its body trembling, and it nearly threw Sinclair down.

Without any temptation, the manticore used all his strength in the first attack. Sinclaire also has only limited command ability over the manticore, and at this moment she has lost all her combat power, so she can only grasp the manticore so that she will not be thrown out. She grabbed the double knives with her other hand, desperately trying to accumulate strength, but the injuries caused by the cyan Yuehua were too hateful, as long as the fighting qi surged, it would impact with the residual moon force at the wound, boiling, and painful.

The manticore dug hard at the back of the brood, but never managed to pierce the dorsal armor of the brood. The dorsal armor of the brood here is up to a meter thick, and the manticore needs to be carefully planed for a while before it can dig through the dorsal armor. Unlike ordinary zergs, the head of the brood is only equipped with mouthparts and a few eyeballs, and being destroyed does not affect anything at all. That's not the point, it's a trap.

The surrounding wind fangs suddenly stopped running again, and then opened their big mouths to the scorpion lion on the back of the mother nest at the same time! The hair on the whole body of the manticore stood up, and it immediately wanted to jump up and run away, but suddenly felt an indescribable stinging pain in its consciousness, and it also carried some indescribable coercion, so it fell on the back of the mother nest with a weak limbs.

This is the spiritual impact of the brood, and its full force can only delay the manticore's action for a few seconds, but a short delay at this moment is enough to be fatal.

"Ahh The next moment, she felt as if countless swords were slashing through her back and hips, and the pain and fear made her scream hysterically. In a hurry just now, she threw her twin knives around, cutting down a piece of wind teeth where she passed, but the exchange of wound fighting qi and moon power seemed to throw her into boiling water from head to toe.

There are more than 300 wind blades, enveloping the brood like a storm. Nearly half of the wind blades landed on the brood's massive body, cutting out countless carapace fragments, or folded thick skin on the abdomen. The other half of the wind blades plowed past the manticore and Sinclair, and in the fierce wind, countless manes, black blood, broken armor, and hair flew in the wind, and then a large canopy of black blood gushed like mist!

With a loose hand, Sinclair fell off the manticore's back, slamming into the ground, motionless.

The manticore roared in agony and slipped off the brood. The damage inflicted on it by the numerous wind blades was not heavy, but it was so large that it could be described as a flesh break, and the mere bleeding could kill it. The manticore frantically frenzied and frightened, and it left Sinclair behind to escape alone.

"Stop it!" Richard and the brood ordered at the same time. So the wind fangs who had used up the ability of the wind blade surged like a tide, and they pounced on the body of the scorpion lion one after another, and they refused to let go even if they bit it. Their teeth and claws weren't enough to break through the manticore's defenses in a single bite, but they did prevent it from escaping. Dozens of scorpion lions with wind teeth hanging on their bodies in an instant, and their speed dropped significantly. The manticore lion was ferocious, returning to fight fiercely, tearing apart the wind teeth at a rate of complete slaughter in a second.

Richard of the castle watched from afar at this most critical battlefield, and when he saw that the manticore had finally stopped, he coldly gave the order: "Mother Nest, acid spit!"

The brood suddenly lifted half of its body, and the severed head fell off from its body, revealing the brand-new mouthparts underneath, and then a dark green acid spurted out, crossing a distance of tens of meters, and poured it on the body of the manticore!