As he listened to the tooth-grinding sound that swept through the trees, Diarlando began to be convinced that his guess was correct, that the enemy who was stalking him was such a swarm. To be honest, Bran's monster types seem to be two types, one is a huge enhanced monster and the other is a tiny, dense creature.

But knowing what the enemy is and being able to kill them cleanly are two different things. If Fayle is here, he can let him blow some kind of magic whirlwind or something, find a way to gather the insects, and burn them all at once, and now he only has a sword, how can he deal with so many insects?

The only thing to be thankful for is that it seems that all the bugs have gathered in this area of more than twenty feet because of their arrival, and no other bugs are chasing the circus. After a few more stalemates, Dearlando suddenly made a move that surprised Tata, he put away his sword, and then put his hand on the trunk of a large tree.

There were probably more than 300 Tata sentinels lying on the tree, and when he saw that there was an opportunity to make close contact, Tata immediately let that part of his body rush over, tentatively gnawing at the target.

Dillando looked at the big black ants as if they had seen honey, and they swarmed, and they did not shy away from it, so that the ants crawled all over their hands. The big teeth of the black ant gnawed hard at his skin, bringing a tingling sensation to the touch. Of course, such an attack will have no effect, and Dearlando said with a smile: "You have nothing to do with me, such a ridiculous attack will have no effect on me." You know, as long as I don't die, you and your master's jihua won't succeed. ”

Tata was a little angry, no one dared to despise his liliang like this, even the owner praised himself, saying that he was the most haode work he had ever made. If it weren't for the master's order, she would very much like to prove her liliang.

"Hey, I'm just standing still, and you can't get any powerful attacks, or are you just a low-level ant who only does what you are told?" What a waste of time I'm wasting!" Diarlando shook his head helplessly, turned away, and slapped the ant crawling on the back of his hand on the trunk of the tree with his backhand. When the hard shell was crushed, there was a clattering sound, and the pale gray slime stained the tree.

The air froze suddenly, and Dearrando felt the hairs on his back stand on end, and his instinct caused him to flash to the side, and a sharp scythe foot slashed against his body, cutting into the trunk of the tree. The wind rang out one after another, and the attacks came in waves, and Deirlando lowered his head and let go of three pairs of jagged chelicera, and a ball rolled forward, allowing for a series of blade-like claw attacks.

By the time he got back to his feet, Deirlandor had already summoned the magic sword. He looked up and down at the two of them in front of him, a giant ant that was more than two people tall and silently condensed, similar in appearance to the small version he had just caught, except with more spikes and more red rings on its abdomen. Two rows of conical protrusions run from the bottom of the neck to the abdomen, looking like a lot of small rafts.

When Diarlando saw that the other party finally showed his full form, he was happy, and the bigger the better. He swung his sword at the ant's waist and slashed at it, causing the sword to pass through the monster without hindrance, and he noticed that the moment the sword touched the monster's body, the structure of that part suddenly split apart by itself, as if to make way for the sword to pass through.

With a sword slash in the air, Diarrando immediately activated the magic power on the sword, and his backhand was another sword, and a scorching white light radiated from the blade. Tata knew that it was from the dragon's magic, and immediately scattered his body. Dearlando looked at the huge body that spread out in an instant, and couldn't help but be amazed at the speed of change of this new type of monster. The power of the magic sword only burned a few of the slower-fleeing ants, and the swarm regrouped into giant ants as they moved away from the range of his weapon.

There was another grinding of teeth, as if mocking Dearrando's incompetence. Tata vibrated the nail in his throat and let out a hoarse voice that could barely be understood: "It's my turn!"

With her announcement, all the sentinels disintegrated into smaller sizes, dusty midges that shrouded Diarlando like smoke, as if intending to burrow into Dirrando's body through the cracks in his mouth and nose. Dearlando immediately opened his spiritual wall, and the invisible barrier could block the liquid, and it was reasonable to stop the insects.

Dusty insects landed on the outer wall of the spirit, gradually obscuring his vision, and the thing seemed to want to envelop Diarlando in its stomach. Through the transparent outer wall, you can see that the attached midges have combined and deformed into groups of serrated rings, which have begun to rotate back and forth, as if trying to cut through the protective wall. However, the wall itself is not made of matter, so such an attack is useless.

Tata saw that his opponent was very hard and couldn't move, so he immediately changed his offensive strategy. Her body is covered with venom glands that can produce the original sixteen kinds of poison, and when those venoms are mixed, they form more combinations. She reassembled her body, turned out the poison glands, and began to release several toxins to test each other's reactions.

Deirlandor now seemed to be in a dark cage, with only the light of the sword in his hand illuminating the surroundings. He first smelled a strange smell, as if it was overripe fruit, sweet with a hint of alcohol and a slight sourness. Immediately afterwards, I noticed that the vegetation under my feet was rapidly yellowing and withering. He hurriedly held back his breath, although he didn't know how high his resistance to all kinds of poisons was, but he was still careful.

Through the dragon's perception, Deirlando judged that most of the surrounding insect swarms had been absorbed to the protective wall, and immediately inserted the magic sword in his hand into the ground. Although the poisonous gas inhaled was not much, a soft feeling gradually emerged, like the feeling of powerlessness that suddenly entered a warm room after walking for a long time on a cold night, and soaking in a hot spring.

Knowing that he couldn't delay any longer, he immediately started his next move, undoing the wall blocking the swarm without warning, and unleashing the magic power of his sword with all his might the moment they collapsed inward. A cloud of scorching white light burst from the sword, forming an explosion in an area with a diameter of more than thirty feet. The insects within the explosion range, flickering tiny sparks, turned into green smoke. The surrounding trees were blown apart and fell, and the nearby river was also made a huge splash.

After the light passed, everything returned to calm, and only a few dark points of light danced in the distance in the dragon's vision, and Dearrando immediately ran over and pinched the bugs one by one. After carefully inspecting the area, Dearlando sensed Reseth's location and used the connection to it to teleport himself back to the young dragon.

Tata lay quietly at the bottom of the river, her consciousness interrupted in the moment of the explosion, and when she recovered from the void, she found that the entire area had been wiped out, and only the outer skin was lying safely on the riverbed. She stretched out an arm and let her empty skin float in the water like a fishing net, capturing all living creatures, devouring them, and reassembling her flesh.

There was also a sentry alive, not far ahead, and the target had captured it with his own hands and placed it in a safe place. Without muscles or bones, Tata couldn't smile, but her face twitched as the river drifted. As long as there is a little dregs left, he can return to his original state, and from birth, it has become Tata's instinct not to put all his body in the same place.

Tata filled one hand with the flesh he had just eaten from a few fish, and then used that hand to turn over the stone that held the skin down. The direction of the current coincided with the direction of the object she was tracking, and she simply went down the water, maintaining the slightest connection with the sentinels, completely hiding her breath and entering a dormant state of reproduction.

Diarlando's silent appearance caused Dino to exclaim, and Fayer was not surprised. The red-line ant that Dino had brought back had been taken out of the star box by the mage and was being placed in a test tube to examine with a magnifying glass. He scorched it with his magic as if he were dealing with voyeurism, until it swelled and was completely attached to the walls of the test tube.

"Looks like the thing that stalked us was made by Faykelen's own hands. Fayle spun the test tube and found the Blood Elf's familiar magical signature. "Did you kill them?" said Deirlando, who slammed to the carriage floor, crushing a large pile of boxes and books in Fayle.

The mage ignored the scattered things and quickly flipped Diarrando over, checking his breathing and heartbeat. After realizing that everything was normal, he vigorously knocked Diarrando on the head with a bronze drum stick, but Diarlando still fell asleep deeply, and showed no sign of waking up. While he was checking on Dierlando, the trumpet Diarlando, who was watching uneasily, also collapsed, as if the symptoms of this sleep were contagious.

"Oh...... No, no...... Don't be a sweet dream tincture!" Fayle said something in his mouth, and anxiously opened Dirlando's eyelids to inspect them, and cursed in annoyance when he saw the pupils that were completely in a state of relaxed sleep.

He relentlessly examined Dearlando's mouth again, dipped a cotton swab in some suspicious pale white spots in his mouth, and put it in a test tube to seal it for examination. Under the scorching flame of magic, the swab burst into a dreamy and beautiful pink-purple flame inside the test tube, and then vanished, further confirming Fayle's suspicions.

Considering that Sweet Dream Tincture wasn't strictly a magic or curse, but more of a mental inducer, Fayle set his sights on the Star Box, unsure if the sleeping symptoms would affect the young dragon. When Dino came running over just now, at his request, the boy locked Ryses back in the star box, and at this moment Fayl had to open it to see.

After a few deep breaths, Fayle overcame his fear of Ryses and carefully opened the white box. The young dragon lay on its stomach on all fours relaxed, sleeping quietly, without the slightest sign of waking up when the mage gently picked up its tail with his staff.