"Teacher Rijkald, what's the name of this flying monster?" Ling Feng asked modestly. Facing the eighth-level monster, except for Simon, Basten and Fenicell, the rest were idle people and could not help, so he could only watch from the side.

"I don't understand this monster very well. It's probably a kind of mutated one." After looking at it for a while, Rijkaard shook his head. Not to mention in the Warcraft Forest, even in some other places, there are many high-level monsters that humans have never seen before.

Since Rijkaard didn't know, no one here would know. Ling Feng remembered that Rijkaard said that the last time he could fly was rare. And it was very cool to be used as a magical pet. After that, Ling Feng kept thinking that he wanted to find a magical pet, and he would find a flying pet. No matter how he could fly, it would be convenient to get on the way in the future.

The one in front of him was a little smaller. Ling Feng stared at the moth, thinking in his mind.

It is precisely because it is small, it is a little bigger than the fist, and it is faster, and it also has extremely strong electricity all over. Basten and Fenicele have no choice but to do it for a while.

Fortunately, in the past few days, the cooperation between Basten and Fenicele has reached a certain understanding. One of the two attracted the attention of the moth and kept fighting hard, consuming the moth's energy, while the other was waiting for an opportunity to move. After several failed calculations, Fenicele, who had learned the cleverness, actually led the moth directly to Basten's attack moves.

Basten did not disappoint everyone. The big sword with his hands tightly slashed on the moth, and suddenly knocked the moth to fly more than ten meters away. If the moth hadn't been as powerful as an eighth-level monster, it would have probably killed its life in this moment.

Just when everyone thought that this moth would retreat, it flew into the air and made some strange movements. In Ling Feng's opinion, its flight seemed to be jumping regularly at some rhythm, suddenly up and down, suddenly left and right, looking very awkward.

Fenicele and Basten both looked at the moths ten meters away strangely. They had never seen such a monster before. Under such circumstances, ordinary monsters either retreated or continued to attack madly. Fenicele was even ready to attack it frantically.

But the strange action of the moth made everyone curious. What exactly did it want to do?

"No, it's asking for help. Everyone hurry up and evacuate here." Rijkald suddenly shouted loudly.

Asking for help? Ling Feng suddenly felt that fighting with Warcraft turned out to be like playing with children, and he couldn't beat him and even asked for help.

The helper you are looking for at the eighth-level monster will be at the eighth level. Thinking of this, everyone started to feel numb. Now two monsters are enough for three Star Swordsmen to be busy. If you come another one, maybe everyone can still be stalemate with them, but if you come a few more, the nine people in this group will have to explain here.

After hearing Rijkald's reminder, Slan Katherine and Drogba began to quickly retreat to the resting place last night, and Yurijkald opened the way, and Gulit followed closely. After all, in addition to staying behind the Star Swordsman here, Rijkald's strength is the strongest.

Ling Feng really wanted to see what kind of monster the moth had helped, or whether it was its kind. In the forest of monsters, it is difficult for monsters that are not the same kind to gather together. Even those of the same kind are mostly full of competition. Unless the monsters themselves are a group species.

"Boy Feng, keep up." Gulite saw Ling Feng still staring at the moth in a daze, and immediately called him to retreat.

"Okay, I can follow." Ling Feng let go of his curiosity about the monsters in his heart and immediately followed Gulite's retreat.

And Simon's side has also made new moves.

Under Simon's conscious guidance, he gradually broke away from the battle with the Golden Horned Beast. The Golden Horned Beast is an eighth-level monster after all, and it is obviously more anxious about the moth summoning helper behavior than Simon shows. Simon may not know what it will attract, but the Golden Horned Beast is very clear. When he saw that Simon was about to retreat, he immediately turned around and ran away without looking back. This made Simon very stunned. Is the Warcraft too smart or is it too timid?

However, after a moment, Simon finally realized how wise the Golden Horned Beast’s choice was.

In the direction of the moth, Simon was already standing with the other two and began to gradually widen the distance from the moth. Behind the moth, there were more than a dozen companions coming. Their size was basically similar to the first flying moth, and they looked similar, and they should have come from the same population.

"Damn it, I actually provoked a group of people." Simon couldn't help but scolded.

The current situation is that they must leave here as soon as possible. Otherwise, they will be surrounded by these entangled guys, and they will never be able to do without them. Faced with a group of eighth-level monsters, even if it is a wheel battle, the three of them are destined to be exhausted here.

Basten and Fenice also showed an anxious expression in their eyes. Fenice looked at the direction of Jekaard and the others' escape. In terms of time, as long as the three of them did not lead the moths there now, they should be able to safely arrive at the rest last night.

So the three of them communicated with each other and finally decided to act together, and even if there was any accident, they could take care of them. If the three people separated and the moths were chasing each other, they would undoubtedly die if they met three or four eighth-level monsters alone.

The three of them suddenly fled to the side before the Moths troops arrived.

The moth who saw his companions coming was very happy, but when he saw Basten and others running away, he was naturally very upset and immediately chased after him.

I have to say that the flying monsters are really not comparable to those of two legs humans. Moreover, they have a slight advantage in strength.

After running far, the moths gradually caught up. Then, some moths and Fenicele were stuck together, and the situation immediately became extremely dangerous. In the fight, Simon was injured before a few rounds of fight.

That was when three moths attacked Simon together. No matter how fast his hands were, no matter how elegant his sword moves were, they did not have much effect. Two fists could not match four hands, let alone three monsters that were faster than him and might not be weaker than him in terms of strength?

The wound on his left chest that was torn apart by an electric arc was painful. The blood had penetrated the armor outside his body, which was eye-catching. Although Simon could continue to fight, his combat effectiveness would definitely have some impact. After seeing Basten, who was closer to him, he swung the two moths that had retreated with one sword and turned behind Simon, and the two men dealt with the moths back to back.

Although the three of them could not fight and retreat again, this was the case when Simon was injured.

On the other side, Fenechel performed better than Simon.

He is the oldest among the three, and his cultivation is slightly more profound than Simon and Basten. A few years ago, he had reached the peak of the ninth-level star swordsman, but it was not easy to make a breakthrough at this level. Among so many warriors on the mainland, how many have not even reached the ninth level?

Fenicele knew that if there was no opportunity, he would have to stay at the ninth level peak in his life.

Now, there were eighth-level monsters in front of him. After seeing the alliance between Simon and Basten, he temporarily escaped from the passive situation, and the sword in his hand began to become sharp.
Chapter completed!