The moment Raz Raphael opened his eyes, he couldn't help but frown. The smell that came from the window holes in the tree house was absolutely not good. Without the fruit and flower scent he was familiar with, it had a charred and burning smell.

If there is no elves, it will be like this. Perhaps the dwarfs will like it. He is not very familiar with that creature and does not understand it.

"Raz! Get ready for patrol!"

The captain's shout came from below. Raz responded in a hurry, then put on his outer robe and ran out of the small tree house. He jumped and grabbed the vines, passed through the gap between several thick branches, and fell all the way to the grass. The grass under his feet almost grew to his waist, making his legs itchy.

More than a dozen elves wearing light armor had already been waiting below, and behind them were carrying dark brown wooden longbows - they were all weapons made by the best craftsmen in this tribe, and well-trained elves shooters could exert their power.

In contrast, Raz's outfit is much shabby. He is wearing only a robe and does not have his own bow. In this tour team, he is like a mascot.

"Captain Calvin, are we patrolling the coking area today, or..."

"We patrol the outside." The captain of the squad named Calvin replied with a gloomy face, and the smiles on the faces of the other elves suddenly disappeared. They looked at Raz, couldn't help but snorted, and then walked towards the outside of the forest.

Raz followed up embarrassedly, and he would not be angry about the attitude of several elves at him - because since the "Jiaoyu" incident, this forest team can only patrol the outside of the forest, and there is no chance to patrol the "Jiaoyu" area once, which is thanks to his identity.

He is a half-elves. Although humans have accounted for very little in terms of blood purity, it is obvious that the status of half-elves is low in a Kareri elves clan.

It would be better to say that he had to thank Captain Calvin. If Calvin had not been, no tourer would have been willing to accept him-

"Raz, are you singing? Stop, you know no one likes to listen to you singing. If you want to play the piano, you can go back and play it again."

Calvin's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Raz's trance. The patrol outside the forest has always been very comfortable, without the burning smell of charred and burning. Walking in it, you may even fall asleep accidentally.

"Sing? No, I don't." Raz shook his head, and then he frowned-

Because a buzzing sound was constantly coming. He recognized that the source of the sound was the dense forest not far away, and the buzzing sound was still being amplified.

Something is approaching.

Several elves realized something was wrong. They took the bow from their shoulders, drew out long arrows and placed them on the arrow, aiming in that direction. Raz opened his mouth slightly, thinking quickly in his mind about what kind of creature would make such a sound.

The buzzing sound was the sound of wings? What kind of bee-type monster is it? But the vibration of such a scale - he even felt the leaves around him trembling. If this scale was a bee-type monster whose size was not larger than that of the arms, how many would it be flying towards them?

When Raz estimated the size of this monster community, he immediately made a decision, his hands were drawing in the air, and a vertical bow-shaped phantom gradually emerged in the air. But the spell he wanted to build had not yet taken shape, and suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder in front of him, interrupting his spell.

He raised his head in surprise, but he saw Calvin's resolute elf's face:

"Raz, go back to the Tree of Life immediately and call for reinforcements, immediately!"

Calvin commanded in an unquestionable tone, then pushed hard on his shoulder, and a strong wind swelled up. Raz reached out to block the strong wind, but was blown up by the wind and landed ten meters away before he could stand firm.

When he put down his arm and looked forward, he saw a net of vines intertwined among the trees, partitioned in mid-air. Calvin was commanding the rest of the elves to sow vines that could grow rapidly and form a line of defense.

Raz wanted to take a few more glances, but he heard a muffled "bang" sound from the vine net. It was obvious that the kind of monster hit the temporarily intertwined vine net.

Several elves shouted. They were about to fight against the scattered enemies that broke through the vine net. The banging sounded like a heavy rain. The entire vine net was trembling violently. In just a few seconds, a torn hole appeared on the vine net.

"Captain, I can't stop it!" An elf shouted loudly. He was standing on the tree beside him. He saw a hole in the vine net beside him. He was about to jump down from the tree. Suddenly, a phantom poked out from the hole and bit his waist accurately.

"Feich!"

As the elves shouted, the phantom let go of his mouth, and the elves' body fell from a high place, fell softly to the ground, and did not move at all.

Calvin's pupils contracted, and he saw the moment clearly - it was a head with compound eyes, but had the long jaws and sharp teeth of amphibians.

He has never seen or even heard of this creature, but there is no doubt that it has extremely aggressiveness, amazing speed and strong power—

And the more important point is that they live in groups! I don’t know how many heads are behind the vine net. If they are allowed to break through here, they will undoubtedly cause a severe blow to the Tree of Life!

"Hurry, we need more vine nets - damn, Raz, what are you still watching? Why don't you go and report the message!" Calvin shouted loudly, and when he glanced back, he found that Raz Raphael was still standing there not far away, and couldn't help but curse.

But as soon as his scolding came out, a loud noise came from the vine net beside him, and then a ferocious head poked out of the vine net and bit him. Calvin was caught off guard and was bitten by his left hand. He cursed angrily, drew out the sword with his right hand, and slashed heavily on the compound eye of the head.

The monster let out a cry of pain, let go of his mouth, Calvin pulled back his left arm, but felt his arm sore and soft. Obviously, the biting of the monster also included some toxin.

He was not the only one who was attacked. The vine net that was still quite complete just now became riddled with holes in an instant. Two more elves were bitten and fell from the tree.

A few seconds later, a monster finally bit out a hole that was as big as a dragonfly but several times larger than its wings. The slender body suddenly penetrated the first vine net and rushed towards the elves who were still weaving the second vine net...

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"Lord, I think we should be lost."

Alina looked at the towering trees around her, and I don’t know how many times she said this. And her Lord, Cyril Adrien, looked firm and pointed her hand forward:

"Lost? No, it's impossible to get lost. I bet with you that we will see the elves in less than five minutes."

"But this is the third time you have said this. I guess it's almost dark now..." Alina was unable to complain about Cyril's confusion and firmness. She looked at Miss Misha pitifully, hoping that the people of the forest could say something at this moment, but Miss Elf just blinked at her, without any intention of expressing her.

She was about to turn her eyes to the team for help, saying that she was going to go into the forest to find ingredients and show her unique skills in making soup. However, she heard a tiny sound from the bushes on one side, and then a figure stumbled out of the bushes.

She stared at the pair of pointed ears of the figure that fell out in a daze, turned to Cyril, but saw that there was no slight pride on the half-elf boy's face. He ran forward in two steps, pulled up the figure, glanced at the torn robes on the other party's body, and immediately shouted:

"You are the elves here? What happened? The woodland was attacked?"

The man seemed to be weak all over, unable to stand straight, and was in a daze. He looked up at the boy pulling him, and suddenly became energetic: "Which tour team are you from? Come on, go with me, a monster attacked us, the way back to the Tree of Life was cut off-"

Cyril was stunned. This was outside the Elgin Jungle and belonged to the Gao'an area. The elves' elves' 15-person forest tour team should not be able to hurt their monsters in such an environment.

But the elf he pulled up tilted his head and seemed to faint.

"Iver, he has injuries." Leonardo quickly walked forward, lifted up the outer robe on the elf and pointed at his back. The elf's inner shirt was bitten, and the back was bloody and bloody, and the wound could not be seen clearly, but the blood kept pouring out of the viscous yellow pus.

"The wound is poisonous." Leonardo immediately judged. He drew out the sword and quickly cleared the grass and shrubs around him, and then took the elf from Cyril and made him lie on the flat ground.

Leonardo first used a whole bag of water to rinse the wound on the elf's back, then took out a small bag from the cloth bag hanging around his waist and sprinkled the brown powder in the bag on the wound.

The elf's body immediately twitched. Even in a coma, the pain still made his body react violently. But Leonardo pressed him tightly, and at the same time wrapped his entire back with a white cloth, finally tied a tight knot, and nodded to Misha:

"You can treat him now."

The elf lady glanced at Cyril and saw the latter nodding. Then she raised the long staff in her hand. A series of gentle natural forces spread from the surrounding plants toward the elf. Soon his breathing became stable, obviously his injuries were stable and his vitality was restored.

Before the elf could sleep peacefully for a while, Cyril poured a bag of water on his face. He coughed twice, sat up suddenly, and before he could speak, he took a breath of cold air due to the pain in his back.

But he immediately realized that his body had been healed, and the feeling of weakness that penetrated deep into his bone marrow completely disappeared. He was stunned for a moment and looked at the young boy squatting in front of him. Before he could speak, the other party raised his hand and a sharp and cold thing hit his neck:

"I ask, you answer."

Cyril said quickly, the problem fell like a storm, without giving the elf any time to react:

"What creatures attacked you? Scale, direction, location? How many of you have?"

The long sword hit the elf's neck, making him dare not hesitate at all, and immediately replied:

"Bio...I've never seen that kind of monster. They are big, with long jaws and compound eyes, and they fly very quickly. They look like dragonflies, but not as big as dragonflies... They have a large group, right where I come, we-"

Before he could finish his words, the young man in front of him suddenly put away his sword, pulled him up, and threw two words off: "Lead the way."

"Ah, oh, yes."

The elf responded in a hurry, and his mind was still in a daze. Only then did he realize that he seemed to be completely being led by this young man-

This elf is naturally Raz Raphael who escaped from reporting the news.

He had already started running before the vine net was torn apart by monsters, but the monsters seemed to have quickly broken through the defense line and chased him. And the figures of those monsters appeared on the road back to the Tree of Life. He fled in a hurry until only one monster was chasing him and turned around to fight back.

But his attack method requires too long to prepare, which allowed him to successfully kill the monster, but he was still bitten by the monster.

Fortunately, Raz encountered such a tour team before he fell into a coma.

Wait, the tour team?

Raz suddenly realized that the scale of the so-called "country team" behind him was something wrong, why were there only four people?

He turned around and saw that the elf boy wearing a cloak and a hood was walking in front of him. He was too young and had gray-brown hair - gray-brown? It seems that this is not the hair color of a pure-blooded elf, right?

Following behind is a blond female elves with long robes, with a flavor that only the upper elves have in their every move. Why do such elves appear in the tour team?

Then there is a person dressed in weird clothes. What kind of thing is this? A piece of onion that can walk? Is this armor? How can an elf wear such things?

The last petite blond girl - hey, where is her long ears? This is not an elf at all!

Raz was furious in his heart, but he didn't have the courage to ask questions. First, at this time, the only one he could count on was this group of "country teams" who were willing to sell help. Second, the boy was obviously not a good character to talk about, and he drew his sword without saying a word... scary.

"stop."

The young man's voice suddenly rang out, and Raz quickly stopped. He turned around and saw that the young man squatted down and was picking up a long monster's torso from the grass.

Raz realized that he had walked to the place where he had killed the monster just now. He was about to explain, but the boy suddenly raised his head, looked at him with green eyes, and asked in a low voice:

"Is this what you killed?"

"Ah, yes..." Raz nodded, but the boy's next words made him tremble all over:

"I can't tell it, it's actually ancient string magic."
Chapter completed!