Bug Master In Doomsday

This group of barbarians as scouts are the most elite individuals in the entire tribe. Each of them has a combat power of Tier 5 or higher, and has a high degree of teamwork and strong mobility.

Ah Er, who was lying in the grass nest, lowered his head, squinted his eyes, and stared at the dozen or so scouts fast approaching, swinging with trees and vines, holding his breath.

There is a saying called ‘throwing grass to startle the snake’. Now their dormant snake does not want to bite the enemy’s throat, but at least it has to break the stick of grass!

"Hula~ ooh!!!" The red-faced scout with arms thicker than the legs of a normal person took the lead and gave a sudden halt while swinging the body of the tree and vines. A pair of staring-eyed boss, he slapped his chest and made a roar like a roar. His neighing, the surrounding companions stopped their movements one after another, looking at him in shock.

The red-faced scout pointed his stubby finger forward, and yelled again anxiously. When everyone followed his gaze carefully, he really found several humans who rely on weeds to hide and avoid! !

"Retreat!" The scout captain, who was as strong as a chimpanzee, immediately roared and ordered with a pair of bronze bells and big eyes.

"Kill!" Ah Er, who was lying in the grass nest, stood up abruptly, with a heavy composite bow in his hand, a pure steel feather arrow, and a sharp arrow with a barbed groove suddenly flashed a cold light. !

'call out--! The whistle of the cold iron cutting through the air was extremely harsh, and the pure steel feather arrow that was more than one meter long shot towards the forest at a shocking speed.

"Puff!" The red-faced scout closest to the plain shot an arrow sharply in his left chest and heart. The body holding the vine swayed backwards for a long time, and then slammed into the ground like a parabola. On the back of the blood, the steel arrow coming out of the body is bloody...

The colleagues of the red-faced scouts just kept their faces cold, their rapid retreat did not slow down, and they simply glanced back. It seemed that it was not their teammate who died, but an insignificant passerby, but the captain of the scout had some expressions. Ugly, this time it was in an ambush!

"Shoo-shoo-shoo~!" Hundreds of vigorous and powerful feather arrows pierced the air, shaking whistles and shooting towards the rapidly retreating scout troops. The pouring rain of arrows hit almost instantly. Seven or eight scouts, none of them continued to run away with a slight injury, one by one banged to the ground.

"Second team!" Almost when Ah Er yelled these words, thirty people in black who were relying on abilities to hide their figures in the periphery of the forest flashed away, holding their short blades and threw them out.

"Damn it!" The muscular right arm of the scout captain slammed a tree vine, and his strong body turned and landed firmly on the tree trunk, ‘Wow! "A long and narrow scimitar that was extremely inconsistent with his figure was suddenly taken off from behind by him. Pedal! Pedal! The remaining four or five scouts neatly and solemnly fell behind him.

He squatted, his legs slightly bent, and looked at the situation in front of him like a tiger. In almost an instant, he made a decision: "Youngest, we will save you back!"

"Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "...Yes!!!" There is no nasty scene of brothers leaving. All five scouts present with a cold face and firmly agreed to what the captain had done. In this decision, the only hesitation was the youngest scout who was also known as the youngest.