Mount and Blade

"Where is Seran...? Ahem, he should still be fighting the demon..." Green's bloodshot eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't catch his breath. His anxious speech choked the blood in his throat and lungs, and he started coughing violently.

"...I didn't see him." Akasha and her companions looked around and didn't notice anything unusual around them, but there was a sound of horse hooves.

"Silver Knights, Villian."

A small team of knights in shining silver armor came here and soon found Green and others from the battle wreckage here.

"...Did you kill these two demons?"

Villian certainly noticed the burning on the demons that could only be caused by mithril, and several knights came to Green and others.

"...Yes." Akasha replied.

The sunlight from the clouds shone on the silver knight's armor, so dazzling that it almost blinded Green's already tired eyes. His throat was blocked as if he couldn't breathe. Even if he was in a hurry to speak, he could only take a few breaths first.

"...Have you seen any other demons? I remember there were three flying over here." The leader, Villian, lifted the visor of his helmet and asked.

"Ahem, uh..."

Green wanted to move his body to show them the way, but found that his arms had completely lost sensation, and it was very difficult to make a sound. He felt dizzy and almost fainted. Seranti...

Seeing this, Akasha hurriedly helped Green sit up. Green took a long time to breathe before regaining his normal vision. The feeling of being top-heavy became more and more obvious. He raised his head to show the way for the silver knights, and then looked at Villian, the leader.

"Is it over there?"

Villian looked at the road that Green pointed to, and saw Green nodded twice. Then he led a small team of knights behind him and drove over, splashing a lot of mud. Not far away, he saw deep demon footprints and chased after them.

"Damn it, riding a horse with all that gear is not a big deal, tsk!" Osman, who was splashed with mud, cursed softly when he saw them walking away.

And Green finally fainted completely as if relieved.

..................

Deep in the jungle.

The demon chased Seranti for a long distance, and several old trees were broken into two sections or cut in half by the demon's rampage.

"Is all you can do to run away? Coward!!"

Wenger roared in the dense forest in frustration. He didn't expect that this human was as cunning as a mouse in a dark ditch! !

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Three more sharp arrows shot out from behind the boulder and pierced Wenger's arm like toothpicks.

"Ahhh! Damn little mouse!!"

The boulder was instantly knocked away by Wenger's thick right arm, but Seranti had already disappeared without a trace.

Wenger roared angrily, and his two pairs of giant wings stirred up a strong wind. From the beginning, this cunning little thing ran into the dense forest to hide, and occasionally shot it with a bow and arrow.

I don’t know if it is inherited from some racial characteristics, fighting in the jungle is as easy as returning home. The palms inherited from the elves can easily climb up the treetops, and those sharp nails will extend when needed.

Seranti was hiding behind a huge oak tree and panting very lightly. The arrows in the quiver were about to be shot out, and there were still six rounds of ammunition.

After calming down the frantic heartbeat, Seranti decided to continue to fight with the demon and consume it. He knew that for a demon in this form, as long as it was consumed until its energy was exhausted, it would have won.

Seranti held a sharp arrow in his mouth, and the other two sharp arrows were ready to be strung at any time, so that he could change his position and attack at any time. After determining Wenger’s position, he climbed up the thick treetop branches and strung the bow and pulled the string again with three sharp arrows.

Wenger also gained some experience from the constant sneak attacks. He began to calm down and listen carefully to the sounds around him. This time, he dodged two arrows, but one arrow still hit Wenger's leg.

Wenger's anger was completely ignited. He flapped his wings and rushed towards Seranti quickly. Seranti immediately rushed to the other end of the tree canopy. The huge impact instantly broke the thick branches of the oak tree, and even the big tree trembled, and almost fell down.

Seranti took off the spare grappling hook at his waist, threw it to the canopy branches of another tree while running, and disappeared in the canopy under the cover of dense branches and leaves like a swing.

Wenger saw that there was no trace of Seranti falling to the ground on the broken huge branch, so he snorted angrily, and scanned Seranti's figure around the top of the tree canopy. There was not much time left for him.

Wenger leaned over and sniffed the remaining scent in the tree trunk, following Seranti's footprints. It soon flew towards another tree crown with its teeth bared, but it missed.

Seranti panted nervously, realizing that he couldn't keep running away. He clenched the bow and arrow in his hand, and had to find an opportunity to give Wenger a fatal blow.

Just as Wenger was searching around, Seranti quietly appeared behind the tree crown, tightened the bowstring, aimed at Wenger's back, and the arrow flashed with cold light, shooting directly at Wenger's vitals.

"Roar!!"

This arrow had indeed penetrated deeper than the others, almost...almost hitting its heart and causing the old injury to relapse. Wenger frantically summoned the flaming saber into a huge flaming sickle, mowing the treetops madly at the place where Seranti had just shot the cold arrow. The originally wet leaves suddenly burned, and Seranti had no place to hide. Wenger's crazy waving even scratched his arm.

"The cat and mouse game is over~"

Wenger smiled grimly, and rushed towards Seranti with the sickle, ready to split him in two.

Seranti observed the environment and terrain at his feet, retreated while nimbly sidestepping, jumped down from the treetops, and shot the last few sharp arrows at the same time. The arrows hit Wenger's right eye and wings, causing him to temporarily lose balance.

The action of putting away the bow and arrow was like instinct. The hands and body adjusted the angle in the air. The scimitar was drawn out and nailed on the tree to reduce the speed of falling in the air. After falling to the ground, it shuttled through the forest, using trees and terrain to avoid Wenger's pursuit.

Wenger howled and pulled out the arrow in his right eye. The flames burned on his weapon. He swayed left and right in the forest to avoid the dense tree trunks, flapped his wings vigorously, and chased Seranti.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer. The skin on Wenger's chest cracked with a dazzling red hot light.

"Yak!!"

The scorching flames instantly ignited the road and moss that Seranti ran on. Even if Seranti hid behind the tree at the last moment, he was inevitably burned on his left shoulder by the flames.