Explorers never risk it, but adventure is not reckless.

The devils are not terrible, they can be killed, and they have great weaknesses—that is, they have to rely on the red fog to survive.

The leaves had used a bow to kill the trapped devil, and the nightingale had killed the enemy under extremely unfavorable circumstances, and the lightning had secretly punched itself in the air, and she must be able to do it.

"We should first report to your Highness," said the leaf hastily, "whether it is a nightingale or ash, it is much more skilled than we are to deal with the devil!"

"When they come here, the devil may have left."The lightning checks the bullet nest of the pistol to ensure that every hole is filled with bullets, “to allow such a dangerous enemy to wander the border, but the risk is greater.”

"I... can stay and watch them."

"What if the other party comes out of your control," insisted the little girl, "if you stop each other, it will be tantamount to revealing your existence, it is better for the three of us to do it together."

The leaves fell silent, and seemed to be moved by her.

“The Gollum!”Maisie stood on the top of the lightning and flapping her wings.

"I know," she said, scratching the pigeon's neck, "and we'll be one by one."

“What did she say?”The leaves ask.

She said she wanted to scratch each other's heads with her paws, then flapping her wings into a meatflake, and finally roasted it on a bonfire to see if she could eat it."

“She only said two!”The latter questioned.

“That’s the point.”The little girl nodded her head.

Good explorers should not only be brave, but also able to drive the whole team, let them relax when they are nervous, and let them be vigilant when they are relaxed.Dad, what you said, I try to do my best.

The lightning wrist shook, closed the nest, trying not to expose their nervousness, pretending to be calm and then said, "How far are they from here?"

“About three hundred meters, right on our right,” the leaf replied.

If it were not for the shading of the woods, the distance would have been able to see the enemy, she thought, and she doubtless had a pre-emptive advantage, and the range of the pistol was not comparable to that of the magic stone.“You can trap the devil with vines, right?”It's like it's in the wilderness."

"I don't think it's okay in a short time."

“Then we attack from the top of our heads,” the lightning decided, “and the enemy will be the most difficult to find in this direction, and their attention will be temporarily focused on the vines, and the battle will be over in an instant.”

“I... I understand.”The shaking of the leaves was a little hesitant, and the encounter of the joint help meeting left too many shadows in the memory of the leaves.But at this moment the lightning can not care for these, and then delay, their own hard-boosting courage will probably disappear - after all, to face the devil is her and Maisie.And the leaves are completely hidden in the forest, no matter how the devil attacks the vines, will not hurt her body.

“Then go!”The lightning emptied.

“Cry!”The pigeons followed.

The forest instantly became a green and white color at the foot, and the little girl pulled down the windshield sent by her highness, feeling that her heart had more courage.

“They’re there,” and soon after the search, Maisie, who turned gray-tailed eagles, found the target—and under the gaze of the eagle’s eye, even the rabbits running in the snow could not escape her track.

The lightning spit out the white air, and the figure of His Royal Highness Roland flashed in turn in her mind, she threw her head, put aside the miscellaneous thoughts, and held the handle of the gun with her hands. "I left you left, right and left you, and when you swooped to the halfway, you will become a giant wing bird."

“Leave it to me!”

“Go on!”The little girl cried, and then began to swoo.The cold wind whizzed through the cheeks and stabbed the ears.She shrank her head into the scarf, recalling the shooting method taught by the nightingue, and raised the musket straight forward.The effective range of the bullet is about 100 meters, but to ensure that the target is hit, it is obvious that the closer the better.If the information of the leaves is not wrong, the iron gloves worn by the other party must be inlaid with electro-light magic stones, and the distance of the cast is similar to that of the witch, and it is between five meters, so the shooting is the best choice.

The enemy's figure became clearer and clearer, and she could already see the other side's terrifying head and scarlet mask.Suddenly, a demon stopped, raised his head, and shouted at the two of them.discovered...?The lightning heart sank, why does the other party's behavior seem to be able to sense their own existence?At the same time, countless vines suddenly rose around the devil, they wrapped around the enemy's legs, and constantly climbed up, surrounded each other tightly.

Maisie flashed a white light on her body, and instantly became a huge beast, swooping at the same time, it did not hesitate to make a high hissing sound.

No matter what, the lightning clenched its teeth and speeded up again.When approaching the enemy to 50 meters, she turned a corner, like a falling meteor, falling directly behind the enemy - vertical shooting can only attack the enemy's head, and flat shooting can greatly increase the target area, which is also the Nightingou repeatedly stressed, in the absence of grasp, should fire to the opponent's body the widest place.

The devil raised his right hand, rattan-ridden, and the dazzling electric light burst out from between the iron gloves, while the lightning almost simultaneously pulled the trigger, and the loud roar suddenly sounded over the forest.

As she had expected, the magic stone’s attack range was extremely limited, the blue-and-white arc was fleeting, and the devil’s back was a dark red mist of blood with the gunfire—the bullet not only ran through its body, but also spun to smash the tank behind it.

And Maisie's situation is much worse, the lightning of the other devil directly hit the giant bird, out of the spark, her hissing into a bad cry, her wings shrink back, and then hit the devil, raised a large snowflake.At the moment of the impact, the lightning felt that the ground trembled, probably the collision was too violent, crushed the other side's gas storage device, and the red mist overflowed from the giant bird, so that the little girl's heart suddenly raised.

The leaves reacted the first time, and dozens of vines were combined into one, lifting Maisie from the devil.The giant bird rolled over in the snow for two laps and lay motionless on the ground.

The lightning rushed to her, holding her huge head and shaking, "Mazzy, wake up!Are you all right?”

“Guck... a little bit of mah,” said Maisie, opening her eyes, as if unable to maintain her magic form again, turning back to her original appearance, “what happened?”

The lightning checked her body up and down again, and then relieved it to be unharmed. "You're okay."

It seems that under the shape of the flying behemoth, Maisie will not be hurt by the blood mist, and after the huge shape, the tolerance for the injury has also increased, and the arc has only temporarily made her faint, plus the devil is a cushion when she falls to the ground, which seems to be a shock, in fact, almost no harm, can only be said to be lucky in misfortune.

“They all look dead,” the leaves poking half-body out of the trunk and examining the two desolate devils, “what next?”

"Bring the bodies back," said the lightning, "your Highness ought to know what to do with them."

(Unfinished).