Elf Dark Insect Master

Sting is a young giant sting wasp that was just over two months old, including its unicorn beetle form. Even though it was extremely talented, it could not fully master this trick at this time. This time it released four missile needles in succession. .

The color of these missile needles is purple and black, which means that they are highly poisonous. These Ladas with a strong sense of smell immediately smelled the danger and immediately jumped away to avoid them.

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Three of them missed, and one of them hit a Rattata. After its jumping body landed, it didn't take two steps. Its movements immediately stiffened, and then its body began to twitch and fell to the ground.

As the second generation of experimental subjects further consume large doses of high-quality poisonous food, as the strongest offspring of the third generation, any toxin attack launched by the thorn contains a brake that quickly takes effect and destroys the enemy's ability to move. At the same time, the hemolytic toxin allows the toxin to quickly melt into the blood of living things. The toxin will flow throughout the body in a very short time. When it infects the blood and internal tissues of the body, it also allows the neurotoxin to spread equally quickly and take effect. .

In just two breaths, a round of missile needles and a little buffer time, the little ratta fell to the ground with only slight twitching of its body, and a large amount of foul-smelling black blood foam spit out from the corner of its mouth.

This terrifying scene made the rattle and the other little rattle widen their eyes. An emotion called fear rose from the soles of their feet and went straight to their heavenly beasts, making them as mammal elves. Driven by fear instinct, he immediately turned around and ran away

As for revenge for your companions

Do not make jokes

After the enemy was scared away, the thorn raised its head proudly, opened its mouth in the direction of the enemy's escape, and made a cry that could not be heard by human ears.

"Sting, chase them immediately and kill them"

Just as it turned around to get Wutong's approval, it was met with his ruthless new order.

The giant needle bee looked a little aggrieved, and its movements when turning around were a little slow, but it still vibrated its membrane wings at a high frequency obediently, and flew towards the grass like a sharp arrow from the string. Its compound eyes could clearly see the bodies that were being pulled. The traces of trampled grass are the hunting instinct inherited from its genes as a predator.

Wutong stayed in place quietly. He knew that the sting would not go away for long, but for the sting, he was basically satisfied with its current combat effectiveness, but in the future he would train it to be like Sakaki's giant needle wasp and use it as his trump card. As a guard, it also needs special training, that is, it must learn the technique of controlling the silent flapping of its wings, and by cleverly controlling the airflow to minimize the air vibrations emitted when flapping its wings.

Perhaps for swarms of giant needle wasps, just the buzzing resonance of their membrane wings when flying collectively is a natural and excellent weapon to display strength and intimidate enemies, just like the whine on the roof of a police car The whistle.

But as his giant sting wasp, Wutong does not need to sting to scare the enemy, because he hopes that when the sting is needed, the enemy will only know its existence when it dies.

In just ten seconds, the stab came back.

However, the Needle Bee didn't look very happy. It just lowered its head slightly. It seemed that it was unhappy because it had just defeated a strange enemy but was not praised by its father and was taught a lesson.

For the elf, or for the thorn that has been with Wutong since he was a child, although Wutong always seems to be speechless and faceless, it can always detect the almost invisible things with its love for him. Subtle emotional changes, for example, just now it was very clear that it did not take the initiative to pursue the enemy because it was running away, and it relaxed its spirit, which made Wutong feel unhappy.

Children are all innocent. To say that it was angry with Wutong, it would be better to say that Thorn was sulking at itself because it did not satisfy Wutong.

Wutong's adult soul had at least read several psychology books thoroughly, so at this time, he knew what to do.

"thorn, come here."

Wutong's voice didn't sound fluctuating or changing, but to the ears of the assassin, it was obvious that the tone was getting softer.

It immediately and obediently lowered its flying height, lowered its head to Wutong's eyes, and then raised its head, using the habit of looking up that it had developed in the one-horned insect to look at its trainer.

"You didn't do a good job in letting the enemies run away just now, but you easily defeated these Ladas and scared them away. This is your reward."

Wutong gently stroked the small helmet-like head of the Needle Bee with his white-gloved right hand. At the same time, he took out the energy cube from the portable pocket inside the gray robe with his left hand and handed it to it.

Thorn raised his head, stretched out the plier-like mouthparts hidden under his jaw, carefully and accurately clamped the energy cube, and then swallowed it happily, and then his red compound eyes were briefly blurred. , obviously enjoying the delicious food prepared specially for its taste by Wutong.

As a simple elf and a child that Wutong raised since childhood, Sting's mood has improved again now, because it knows that there was still a part of itself that satisfied Wutong just now, so in the future it only needs to work hard to get rid of the bad parts, then it will You will be happy to know Wutong.

Wutong looked at it with such a simple and innocent appearance. Although its appearance was actually ferocious and terrifying, in his heart, he felt that it was as cute as his own child.

But since he made the cruel sacrifice of hundreds of living elves in the breeding experiment, Wutong knew that he had to suppress and give up something.

"Come on, let's continue on our way."

His voice regained its composure and he continued walking off the road, deeper into the forest.