A tea finch fluttered its wings and landed in a bush of wild chestnuts, where the plump fruit was golden and attractive, falling in bunches on the branches. The babbling stream next to it churned and rolled the waves, and many crystal clear water droplets hung on the fruit.

The tea sparrow tilted its head and chirped happily, jumping along the long branches, picking the ripeest fruits to eat. At the end of the branch, a faint amount of dust covered it, but the little bird didn't care to swallow the largest and fullest fruit there.

Tata's consciousness was only regained after his final unit had devoured the teasparrow's internal organs. She patted her new upper limbs and jumped from the shallow rocky beach to the dry shore. While reviewing the situation he had just encountered, he accelerated the transformation of the flesh and blood of the tea sparrow into his own body.

In the basement dozens of miles away, Fei Karen crossed his legs, leaning back on his black velvet-covered chaise longue, his hands crossed and clasped weakly, his slender fingers facing each other, and he was subconsciously beating the beat. Zannaya's best musician was playing the score given by the Blood Elves next door to his current room. The familiar music of his hometown evokes fond memories of his old days, and he barely gets a sense of relaxation.

But a sharp poking sensation appeared in the palm of his left hand, interrupting his rare good mood.

Faelen looked down at the small dot that protruded slightly from his palm, and pulled the rattle to stop the band outside and quit. After all, Zannaya's band still has some talents, and they really killed themselves, and it is estimated that no one will be able to reproduce the Flower Forest Night Moon Quintet so much in the future.

Standing up and slowly walking to his seat and sitting down, Fikelen unfolded his connection to Tata, projecting what the other party saw on the huge magic mirror in front of him.

Unlike before, Tata's line of sight was single, and he was skimming over a woodland at high speed, apparently flying in the air. As a social creature, Tata feeds back to Fikelen from a different angle each time. Now there is only one perspective left, which means that all the other bodies of Tata are ineffective.

"What's going on?" said Fikelen's low, hoarse voice, his right hand tapping lightly on the armrest, as if a little unpleasant. This operation should have been ten out of ten, but I didn't expect Tata to be damaged to this extent, there must have been some major change.

"Master, the whole circus where the target is located is an enemy, and they have joined forces to clear all my sentinels and flesh, even the outer skin has been destroyed, and is now rebuilt by the last unit that has drifted away with the wind. I'm continuing to search for my target, all the sentries in his vicinity have been destroyed, and it's going to take time before I can rediscover where I was and follow the tracks. ”

Gradually, more and more images appeared on the mirror, which was what Tata saw before he was wiped out by the circus men. With his finger to his chin, he watched coldly as his former apprentice was dying and how the circus had fallen in the first round of insect raids.

Then a huge green circle appeared in the area, encompassing all the circus members. An unremarkable-looking old woman came out of the back of a carriage with her waist crossed and playing a strange flute.

Immediately after that, the swarm's connection began to be disturbed, apparently by a wizened old man who looked like an air-dried eggplant. Dressed in a blue robe, he wielded a long, slender cigarette stick. Plumes of smoke wafted out of the black and white pipes, and the smell of the smoke was affecting the swarm of insects that were driven by the magic to form one.

Inside the green circle, all the wounded were healing, and many of them had recovered and drawn their weapons to fight the clones of the Tata who had assembled into a giant insect form. Those people's normal attacks can't damage Tata, but Tata can't fatally damage them in the circle.

A red-haired woman suddenly jumped onto the top of the carriage, holding a white staff in her hand, and released milky white energy shields to trap the relatively concentrated sentinels. The familiar style of the staff was like a thin needle piercing into his heart—it was the mountain elf's orchid leaf staff.

I used to have a cane like that......

Red magical birds suddenly appear out of thin air, chasing the sentinels who are devouring Tata. But from a different perspective, we can see that these magical creatures are actually summoned by a stout and savage giant.

Tata's performance when confronted with unexpected enemies is remarkable, and she immediately adjusts her offensive strategy in order to kill Fayer as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, Fayer also hid a hole card, and the attack of the dragon-blooded phantom beast burned the main body of Tata, although all the individuals were immediately reconvened afterwards to eliminate Fayir, but it was already too late.

"You're doing a great job...... It's not your fault that the mission failed this time. Stop tracking targets, you'll find them as soon as you get close, eat where you are, recover as soon as possible, and come back to me. Feculon raised his hand and stroked the void, his magic transmitted through the mirror to Tata's body.

A hand gently stroked the feathers on the back of the tea sparrow, and Faykelen's voice sounded in Tata's head: "Come back, my lovely child, I will prepare you more haode skin, add more liliang to you." ”

The tea finch shook its feathers and faced a black-horned eagle that was about to hunt it. When the huge claws of the black horned eagle pierced the body of the tea sparrow, it let out a pleasant chirp: "Come on~ Come on~ Come eat me~"

Deirrando accompanied Achille for a conversation, answered a few questions, and asked Achille to look for Luna when he saw the car in front of the circus, and he turned around and jumped into the mage's carriage, pretending to be driving the two gray mules.

He didn't want to get back into the stuffy carriage at the moment, and Ryses sat unceremoniously on top of him, looking left and right, and from time to time uttering a lingua franca or two mixed with a coo. Since learning a little bit of human language, it has become much noisier than it used to be. And also wants to get a response from Deerlando, and if he doesn't answer, he will pull Deirlando's hair hard.

"Fayle, what are you doing?" Diarlando couldn't stand it, and deliberately turned his attention elsewhere, he noticed that the mage in the carriage was still lying on the ground and didn't know what to do, so he couldn't help but ask.

Hearing the question, Fayer lifted up, holding a large crystal bottle with half a bottle of silver liquid in his hand.

"I'm collecting your blood, do you know how much magic your blood has? How many things others can do with it? Its utility is almost the same as that of dragon blood, not a drop can be wasted!"

"......" Dearlando silently wiped his sweat, admiring the mage's persistence. "Do you know what's going on with the kind of bug that can get bigger and smaller today?" It was only now that he had the time to ask about the opponent he met in the afternoon, and to be honest, that kind of enemy was too troublesome, and he had to think of a way to deal with it.

"Oh, that's, that's called the Thousand Worms. The cultivation method is Fei Karen's private secret recipe, and I only know that to make this thing, I need to cultivate dozens of insects and countless living human flesh and blood. And what was made before will fall apart in less than a year. The way insects act is so different from that of humans that they will eventually return to their true nature. The mage continued to look down and scavenge for blood from the carpet, so the voice of the answer was a little muffled.

"Although we killed one this time, I don't know how many of Fei Karen have such men, I think it is harder to kill than the insects. ”

"Kill? Do you think we can kill it? Just leave a little bit of it alive, and soon it will devour other creatures and reshape itself. Fayl sneered disapprovingly at Diarlando, "The Thousand Worms are very troublesome, and if they are killed so easily, Fayer is so tireless to shiyan to perfect his little monster repeatedly. ”

Dearrando turned in surprise and faced the mage and asked, "You mean the one who attacked me was the same creature that attacked you......?"

"Correct, it's the same group. The Thousand Worms are good at everything, but when Zuihou gets out of control, it will cause a lot of casualties. They end up breaking away from the will of their controllers and falling into an endless process of devouring and reproducing, which then causes massive losses of people and livestock. Fifteen years ago, when I was a young mage's apprentice, I had seen a village after a Thousand Worm attacks. All the creatures were eaten, and it was a complete dead place, with plants but no flesh and blood, and a thick layer of ash from the corpses of insects everywhere. ”

“...... Then how do you control such a monster yourself, and once it gets out of control, how do you get rid of all the bugs?" The enemy's base camp next is a huge city with a population of tens of millions, and no matter whether the thousands of insects are reproducing normally or overflowing uncontrollably, it will cause incalculable casualties.

Fayer stopped what he was doing, looked up at Diarrando and explained: "There are two methods: one is to let them consume themselves, once the Thousand Worms reach the stage of getting out of control, their splitting speed will increase dramatically, so that after splitting for several generations, they will collectively die violently. ”

Diarlando shook his head, such a method to zuihou will still kill a lot of people, many, many people. "What about the second way?"

"In the isolated area, the unconscious Thousand Worm Swarm will not spread far away, as long as all the creatures in the ten-mile ring area around them are removed, they will start to devour each other without food, and Zuihou will starve to death. ”

"That's impossible, Bai Modi has a large population, and even if I really order a retreat, the speed of the migration of tens of millions of people will definitely not be as fast as the spread of insects. Diarlando scratched his hair in annoyance, and asked Fayer: "What if you kill Feckelen?

The mage tilted his head, thought for a moment, and then said, "I don't know. Because I never thought that Fellaren would die this option. Why don't you ask about the flask next time? But seriously, even with the circus or your country's army, can you deal with Feckelen? Are you ready?"

Diarlando sighed and said, "I have to be prepared enough, and the enemy won't wait for me." The best solution now is to go straight to Frakelen and have Ryses swallow him in one gulp. I should be able to deal with the rest of the minions. I'm most afraid of those troublesome magic, I hate mages!"

Fayer looked at Deirlandor with a strange face, thinking that Federen would be found by you casually. Based on his own understanding of this teacher, he is the type who never rushes to the front, hiding in the shadows, and using all kinds of dark spells and tricks is his favorite.

"So the key question is whether I can find Fikelen! Dearrando himself knew what the biggest problem was, so he took Reses off his head and asked, "Can you find him?"

"Find!Eat!quack~" The young dragon spewed a fireball proudly, and assured Dearrando: "Eat them all!" ”

End of volume III