Elf Dark Insect Master

In fact, it took less than ten minutes, probably about seven minutes, before Wutong saw the traces of those people from a distance.

"Hey, it's flying in the wrong direction."

"Yes."

In response to the yelling of the female Plasma Team member, Wutong quickly corrected him. He would not go up to deliver food like this right now.

He let the big-billed bird land in a relatively hidden place, and then took out another gadget from his pocket.

"Get a good night's sleep."

Wutong quietly pricked her neck with a syringe. The thick liquid inside was a small thing mixed with mushroom spores, which he had produced by himself in the Viridian Forest.

I used some mushroom spores from Paras that I met during night training, then simply crushed them and mixed them into pure water.

Wutong didn't know if there were any side effects. He had experimented with Ratada, and the effect was still there, but he had not tested it on humans.

The effect of the medicine took effect very quickly. After more than ten seconds, the female member of the plasma group fainted after just walking a few steps.

Wutong asked the big-mouthed bird to help him lift the sleeping woman and hide her behind a big rock in the wilderness. Then he took off her clothes. In fact, it was just the silver robe outside.

Now that time was so tight, he took a look at this member of the Plasma Corps who was only wearing a tight-fitting uniform. Now he could finally see the exquisite curves unique to women.

"I'm sorry, I have to do this."

Wutong did not leave immediately. He took out one of the gadgets he brought with him, another syringe containing a large needle of melittin, and injected it into her.

"Let's go."

After Wutong took up the last safety net, he immediately jumped on the back of the toucan. It flapped its wings vigorously to lift off the sand and rocks beneath it, and rose into the air again.

Because he was wearing the coats of members of the plasma group, Wutong successfully approached the members of the plasma group.

However, when he jumped off the big-billed bird, the bodies of one person and one elf were already locked by the black gaze of a death coffin.

This Death's Coffin is a coffin-like ghost-type elf made of blue and yellow. To Wutong, it looks like those ancient Egyptian coffins. It is a ghost-type elf with strong defensive capabilities. It also has It has decent special attack power, but its shortcoming is its slow movement speed.

It didn't need movement speed at this time, because after it used its black gaze, both Wutong and Toucan had a feeling in their hearts that they couldn't escape at all.

Unless you have a stronger spiritual power or use special skills, you can escape from the locked state of the black gaze.

Wutong took off his hood, revealing his unique short black hair and the gray mask underneath. He faced several people alone, without showing any fear or panic on his face.

"You should be one of the Seven Sages, right." Wutong looked at the old man among the people and immediately determined who was in charge.

"That's right, I'm Asura, you know us." Asura was quite surprised. He didn't think Plasma Group's reputation had reached the point where everyone knew about it.

"Thanks to your dream, Meng Eclipse, you got it in the Relic of Dreams, didn't you?" Wutong kept a dozen steps away from them and continued: "I'm just here to talk to you about the principles of life. The chip here is the owner of this dress, and now she has been poisoned. If she doesn’t get treatment within a few hours, I think she probably won’t be able to be saved.”

"You bastard, what did you do to Mara?"

Hearing the masked boy's threat, a young man next to Asura immediately widened his eyes and rushed over with an angry face. The clenched fist was obviously ready to swing hard at his face.

Wutong watched closely as he rushed over, and when he rushed in front of him, he suddenly lowered his head and stooped down to avoid the opponent's fist hitting his face. At the same time, he hit him with a hard and fast fist. His stomach, and by the way, he was kicked hard on his calf bone.

When the young man howled in pain, Wutong had already circled around him, and then looked at the old man with enough energy to look at him, and said in a bad tone: "Mr. Azula, it seems that you are not a qualified boss. Do your men always ignore you like this?"

"That's enough." When Azula saw that the young man was still trying to attack Wutong, he immediately let his Death Coffin take action and shouted: "Death Coffin, bring him back to me."

Hearing this, one of the four big shadow hands under the lid of the Death's coffin suddenly flew out and caught the young man back to his side almost instantly.

Azula's face was also gloomy, but he was an old man after all. At this time, he just looked at the masked boy, thinking that maybe he was not a boy under the mask. He asked in a deep voice: "What do you want?"

"My elf." Wutong said succinctly.

"Humans and elves are equal, why don't you change your perspective?" Azula tried to persuade the masked boy.

"So if you don't return them to me, then you can use the lives of your companions to pay off the debt." Wutong didn't want to talk nonsense, his eyes and tone were as cold as ice, directed at Azula.

The other people all looked at the old man. It was obvious that his decision was very important at this time. No matter how powerful the religious brainwashing was, when it really came to life and death, at this critical moment where there was a possibility of death, Azula knew I don't have many choices.

"What is your elf?" Asura asked in a deep voice. At the same time, she turned to her companion and said, "Give him his elf."

"Two almost-dolls, an Eevee, and a giant-jawed ant." After Wutong finished speaking, he took off his mask, revealing a horrifyingly burned face. He said in a more unkind tone: "Don't play any tricks. I am not afraid of death, so either return my elf to me, and then I will release your companion, or you will let her slowly die screaming in the pain of poison erosion."

At this time, Wutong was also helpless. If it weren't for his lack of strength, he would not have to package himself like a terrorist with a bomb strapped to his body. He would be overbearing if he directly beats the opponent until they surrender and robs them all.

One of them quickly selected the elf balls of the four elves. Wutong only took one look and confirmed that they were indeed his elves.

"Just to be on the safe side, do you mind if one of us goes with you?" Azula still didn't let the Death Coffin remove its black gaze, and only said this after the other party got his elf ball.

"Just him." Wutong pointed at the young man who tried to attack him just now.

Not to mention the level of anger that appeared in the veins on the young man's neck, Azula was still able to restrain herself and remain calm, and said to him: "Go, we must bring your sister back safely."