Chapter 184: Encounter in the Jungle

"You guys, you still dare to take a chance on me?!" The ghostly ghost's strange laughter echoed in the jungle. When a warg almost swallowed her whole, huge energy suddenly burst out from her seemingly thin and dry body.

Vaguely, Ron seemed to hear the sound of something breaking on the hag's body.

"Although I am far from being in my prime now, old lady, I can still deal with you easily!" The hag revealed her original form, and a pair of iron claws forcefully opened the upper and lower jaws of the warg, and violently tore them apart on both sides.

"Come on! Don't you wolf cubs like to eat old and poor meat? Then come and try it!"

"She is so powerful!" Constance's eyes widened, and she looked at Sera who was fighting fiercely with the three wargs over there, "I'm afraid she has caught up with Sister Sera..."

"Thinking too much," Ivy sneered, "Before Sera got the blessing of giant transformation, she couldn't compare with the hag - no matter how strong she is, she is still a human."

"That's not certain. Polly also used props just now." Ron took out the ice sapphire and activated the water body after Shenghuan performed a water-making operation, drowning all three wargs around Sera in the water. , "Okay, where's the leader? The ones on the ground don't look alike."

"It ran away," Drayford lit an arrow with the help of a torch, stretched his bow and shot in a direction, "Hurry up and chase it!"

"This thing is extremely vindictive. If we don't want it to follow us in the next few months, we'll kill it!"

"I'll stop it!" Sylvia was instantly shrouded in silvery mist. When she reappeared the next second, she was already ten meters away. "Hounds, it's time to hunt!"

The huge warg leader seemed to have foreseen the crisis in advance and made evasive movements in advance, but even so, a night-neighing hound that emerged from the etheric plane out of thin air still came to find it.

The panicked warg leader was immediately bitten by the hound on the waist and abdomen. Unlike the desperate vicious dog, the bite of the night barking hound will not be accompanied by a biochemical attack, but will directly chew through those with even more incredible characteristics. The spiritual defense of prey in fear!

"Ouch -" The warg who had a chance to escape with injuries only felt a sharp pain in his head. He only had time to let out a scream before he collapsed and died on the ground as if all his bones had been shed.

"It seems that they are quite useful against creatures in the wild." Yelena put away the spike chain. She had first-hand experience of the strength of these hounds.

"I'm surprised that you didn't feel scared when you first saw them." Sylvia leaned on her cane, turned to look at the shadow spirits, and then looked at Ron with a hint of reproach.

"You shouldn't have let her out, let alone let her get a weapon."

"Hey, hey, hey, are you trying to kill the donkey? I just put in a lot of effort." Yelena protested, showing the new injury on her arm.

"That's true," Constance handed the broken sword to Victoria. "If it weren't for her, I would have been in danger just now."

"You just refuse to change the weapon," Ivy pouted, "I don't understand. What's the point of repairing the weapon after the battle is over?"

"If you have anything to say, it's best to leave here." The ghost woman, who was disguised as an old woman again, snorted. "If we wait until daytime, we won't just have to face the wolves."

Only one of the two red hats left under her was taking off the iron boots from her companion's feet and putting it on herself.

The red hat will "emerge" from the victim's blood, but judging from the fact that the hag has no intention of replenishing his manpower, things may not be that easy.

"I thought you were so strong," Sera grinned, "It seems like it's nothing more than that!"

Although the surviving red hat still maintains its violent and bloodthirsty ferocity, it is now unable to stand alone and only dares to bar its teeth at Sera, unable to say a single harsh word.

Thanks to a magical container like the alchemy backpack, Ron and the others did a very clean job in cleaning the battlefield: fur, meat, bones, and even blood were collected as much as possible. If it hadn't been difficult to preserve, they might have taken away all the internal organs.

The result of this was that when they moved away from the place where they were attacked during the day, an angry roar that shook the earth and shook the mountains sounded from behind.

"The sound of the owlbear," Polly gloated, chewing on a piece of the wolf's heart, "it must be very angry - who would eat all the bones?"

"It's probably the Bogmaw," the vampire held the newly filled "water" bag in his hand, "We didn't keep any bones, we gave them all to you."

Rather than making soup, the hag can obviously make better use of it and make it into a variety of magical and grotesque props.

"Don't think I plan to steal it for myself!" Polly glared at her, "At our speed, we will be close to the destination in a few days. I have to make enough amulets - even if the energy of the abyss is not good for me It’s not that safe!”

In the second half of the journey, perhaps because the blood smell of the team was too strong, there were almost no beasts and monsters targeting them for hunting. There were some miniature dragons following them curiously in the dark, but there was no hostility. Not too close either.

"Those little guys are pseudo-dragons. I would be happy if they were willing to be my magic pets." The hag moved her eyes away and handed Ron a talisman made of wolf bones. "But unfortunately, I will talk to them." Not coming."

"They won't tolerate being treated maliciously, and you'll probably never understand them." Sylvia was the complete opposite. She could easily summon two or three little guys like miniature red dragons with a small piece of bread and feed them like pigeons.

"It's a pity that they are not interested in being my pets - I like their kind personalities, telepathic abilities, and resistance to magic."

"That's a pity." Ron also tried to bribe the pseudo-dragons with food, but these creatures raised the sting behind their tails to him, which made him very frustrated.

Why is this happening?

"If you really want to bribe one, just let me, the witch, and Yelena leave," Driver made a face at the two pseudo-dragons not far away, "They must be because of this, so they don't think you are good people."

As soon as these words came out, the pseudo-dragons in the forest suddenly exploded. They made animal-like noises, as if they were exchanging opinions with each other.

"They can understand Common and Dragon Language, but they can't speak them," Sylvia explained, "so in addition to telepathy, they communicate with the sounds of other animals: a rough purr represents pleasure, a hissing sound means an unpleasant surprise. Bird-like chirping represents desire, and roars often mean dissatisfaction and anger."

Ivy looked strange: "Uh, if my ears are correct, they are making a 'hissing' sound now, right?"