Lancelo had no time to create the paving vines, so that everyone could walk more "decent" on the muddy swamp. In fact, he was urging the true energy in his body with all his strength, summoning huge vine walls behind him, trying to create some obstacles for the demons chasing him.

In his spiritual sense, those deceptions were less than three hundred feet away from them. If the dense woods had not blocked the demon's vision, they would have been discovered.

Lancelo realized that he had made a mistake just now. When killing the Dark Weaver, he should pinch a soundproof cover first. The screams made by the spider-octopus before his death were too loud and must have been heard by those seducers.

On the other side of the jungle, the situation was exactly the same as he expected.

The demons don't like to stay with a group of similar people who are similar to their own strength. They don't like each other and will fight to prove that they are the boss at any time. The twelve mysterious demons complained before coming. As the captain of the demon legion, each mysterious demon is a pretentious and arrogant arrogant maniac.

In their opinion, the miasma swamp is just a remote corner of the demon-controlled area. It is enough to take back a prisoner and send a few toads at most. A whole dozen of devils are lured? This is simply a matter of making a big deal.

But they dared not question the decision of the Mother of the Demon, so despite the provocation, insult and vicious curses along the way, they came to Valastig's territory according to their orders, ready to face the disgusting, big spider who always looked at them with strange eyes.

But from entering this swamp forest, the surrounding environment reveals a strange feeling. For example, they failed to meet the long-awaited troll patrol. When they were the objects of venting their desire to kill, all other creatures were "one-time" and they died completely after tearing them apart. When they found the next object of venting, the demons had to endure long-term boredom, and had the ability to quickly rebirth and could grow again after cutting off their heads...

The demons really love this race.

The accumulated desires were not vented. These devils were very upset and determined to ask Valastige to make good compensation after meeting him. It would be better to summon hundreds of trolls to kill them.

But when they arrived at the nest where Valastig lived, the dark compilers were still missing, which finally made the devils realize that something was wrong.

The Demon Mother's order is very clear: go to the miasma swamp and bring back a red-haired Ai Lai child. Did the big spider lose the child by himself? It is best not to expect the Demon Mother to accept this explanation. The Abyss Lord only looks at the results, and will never miss any excuses and opportunities to punish subordinates.

The smell of flesh and blood was roasted in the air, prompting the place where the battle took place. These seducers soon found the troll camp destroyed by Lancelo and the others, and the corpse that was still emitting the seductive fragrance prompted the demons to have just ended the battle.

The situation was already obvious. The protectors from Melantonbe raided the place and probably had rescued the captives belonging to the Mother of Demons, and Valastige was probably pursuing those enemies who dared to go deeper here.

The seducers are very aware of the ability of the Dark Weaver. This jungle shrouded in the shadows is the territory of the big spider. The kind protectors may be able to successfully attack the camps of those troll fools, but they will definitely not escape the pursuit of the Dark Weaver.

Just as they thought so, a horrifying scream rang out, the sound undoubtedly belonged to Valastig, and except for the pain that could cause death, no harm could make the Lord of the Miasma Swamp let out such a level of scream.

The seducers were excited and quickly chased in the direction of making sounds. They soon saw the broken corpse of the dark weaver and the traces of the murderers' hastily left.

"Chase!"

The leading guy ordered loudly, but no one spoke out against it this time. When there is a common enemy, the demons can still unite and cooperate. At least for the less intelligent demons, they will temporarily remove their energy from the thankless question of "who is the boss" and concentrate on dealing with the enemies in front of them.

The seducers soon discovered that the route of progress was blocked by obstacles, and huge walls of vines appeared out of thin air, as if they were unwelcome guests.

If the one who chases another demon, Lancelo's method may really work, but the magic trick happens to have two huge and sharp pliers. This pair of pliers can easily pinch the flesh and blood, and it is naturally not a problem to deal with plants.

Some powerful (and full of evil taste) wizards do summon this demon to manage their botanical gardens. According to these wizards, the wizards are very efficient in their work, but they are a little stupid and can never learn to distinguish weeds from valuable plants.

Of course, the demons are not stupid. In fact, they are very smart and have learned the benefits of pretending to be stupid very early. So some wizards think that the gardening work of seducing the devils is not good, while others are careless and turn them into gardening fertilizers.

These seducers waved their pliers and cut off a large number of vines with a slight stroke, easily destroying the obstacles that Lancelo had high hopes, and only slightly delayed the speed of pursuit.

The demons didn't know what was actually going on in the team that killed Valastig, but the other party was obviously running away, which provided enough confidence for the demon. According to the devil's logic, the opponent's strength must be weaker than his own, otherwise why should he run away?

Lancelow was naturally clear about this, and what was worse was that although everyone had accelerated as quickly as possible, the enemy was still nearly one-third faster than them. Although everyone could leave this dense forest swamp in a maximum of ten minutes, they would definitely be caught up before that.

"Lanslow, isn't the situation right?" Caralin has been paying attention to Lanslow's expression. The human knight is the unquestionable backbone of this team. His endless magical abilities are the key to everyone's escape from desperate situations again and again.
Chapter completed!