Hidden in the leafy treetops, Yang Ling stared motionless at a small group of horned bees that came out to feed. Around them, thirty-six domesticated horned bees quietly spread their black wings, their sharp tusks shining cold, their tails slightly cocked, ready to go, waiting for the order to attack.

After swallowing the sperm blood of giant wolves and pythons, he was surprised to find that the magic force was greatly advanced, and he could continuously drop blood every day to domesticate ten wild horned bees, and the efficiency was not the same day. In just a few days, dozens of solitary hornbees were successfully domesticated.

Whether it is the absorption of Yangling's blood or the role of the witch tower, the thumb-sized hornbee beast will grow to the size of a knife handle after being domesticated and spent a period of time in the witch tower. At the same time, one left and one right grew two sharp fangs, and the black horn on the head was also sharper and fiercer, and the fighting force was much stronger than that of ordinary wild horned bees.

Yang Ling tried several times, and found that the domesticated hornbees were more belligerent than their wild counterparts. In the wild, let alone alone, even five or six together, they are still more than enough to cope.

The troop of hornbees, estimated to number more than a hundred, is in disorganized formation, all shuffling through the woodlands in search of suitable food. Some "clattering" to pick apart the dead branches to see if there are ants and other reptiles below; Some pecked at a large leaf of grass the length of a thumb, devouring the SAP; Others peck around in conifers looking for termite burrows.

Seeing that the foraging hornbees were increasingly scattered, Yang Ling saw the opportunity to divide the 36 domesticated hornbees into six teams, six per team. In addition to leaving a team behind for close protection, the rest of the hornbees are ordered to strike immediately and surprise their unprepared counterparts.

Under the command of Yang Ling, thirty fierce horned bees flew out like lightning, one hit, so that the wild counterparts lost the ability to move immediately after the target. At the same time, Yang Ling quickly followed, biting his index finger and dropping a drop of blood on the head of the wild horned wasp.

Over the past few days, he has stumbled upon the fact that wounded hornbees are easier to tame, and the more severe the injury, the less sorcery and blood it takes to tame them. With the current power, an uninjured hornbee can only domesticate ten in a row a day, but after the hornbee is injured, it can domesticate dozens without any problem.

At the same time, he found that no matter how much the warcraft was injured, as long as it was tamed and received a few days of rest in the tower, it can be restored to normal, it seems that the thick fog in the tower has a healing effect. But this is limited to newly domesticated beasts, which are much slower to recover from injuries. It seems that just like eating cold pass, the first time the effect is very good, and the effect of eating later is far less.

Wild hornbees are caught off guard by a powerful attack, often suffering serious injuries before they even know it. The few that did respond were powerless against the mutated domesticated ceratophorus, either bitten in half or buffeted into a hornet's nest by their sharp black horns.

Under Yang Ling's command, the wild horned bees were soon wiped out. In addition to the thirty or so missing a wing or being stabbed to shreds, the rest were successfully tamed by Yang Ling and received a rest in the witch tower.

After consuming a lot of witch power and essence blood, Yang Ling turned pale, took a few breaths and quickly left, so as not to be found by a large group of wild horned bees. After far away, commanding the domesticated horned bees to hunt, you can enjoy various wild foods and further train the cooperative combat ability of horned bees. Once in a while, you can hunt down a low-level monster and feed off their vital blood.

In this way, Yang Ling tired during the day to command the domesticated horned bee beast hunting, condensation prey blood swallow, after sufficient energy to hit the wild horned bee beast idea, night seize the time to cultivate the magic. At the beginning, the magic force running in the body is still if there is no, after a period of time, you gradually feel a surging flow of air.

More than a month later, Yang Ling gradually adapted to the jungle, at the same time, but also tamed more than two thousand people do not spit bone horned bee beast. Gradually, they stopped visiting the hornbee's lair so often.

Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.

It's not that he's trying to be shady, it's that the hornbeeses are on their guard, not to mention the lone hornbeeses, even the small group of hornbeeses. The rest of the hornbees either stay in their nests all day, or when they do come out, they're so big that he can't do anything about it.

After having enough defense force, Yangling began to set out to the outside of the forest, hoping to wear out the long miles of TLass forest as soon as possible. Along the way, many horned bees and beasts were sent to explore the way, far away from the warcraft that could not be beaten, and commanded the horned bees and beasts that could be easily defeated.

That day, after walking for several hours, Yang Ling stopped near a small lake and prepared to rest for a while before setting out. According to the hornbee's memory, as long as you go all the way west, you can cut through the original forest of Tlas for thousands of miles.

Near the lake, a group of small white rabbits with long pointed ears were merrily chasing and playing, and their lychee-sized eyes were spinning round and round in Yang Ling's body, but Yang Ling had no interest in them. After all, even if rabbit meat is fresh and beautiful, it will get tired of eating too much. This is the same reason that a man will cheat even if he marries a beautiful wife for a long time.

"Kill"

Just when Yang Ling was ready to squat and wash his face, there came a sound of fighting in the distance. As a low-level warcraft, Hornbees can speak some simple continental language, after acquiring their memory, Yang Ling also quickly learned this uncomplicated language.

After arriving at the scene silently, Yang Ling hid in the leafy treetops. Not far away, in a small village with beautiful mountains and waters, a group of black-clad warriors riding on flying beasts were flying up and down, frantically attacking a group of frightened pointy-eared elves.

There are two kinds of flying beasts under the black warrior, all of which are black and white cloud sculptures except for a few calf-sized griffins.

According to the memory of hornbee beast, although the speed of cloud eagle is good, but there is no attack ability, is a low-level flying warcraft; Griffins are fearsome, not only fast, but also powerful. With a claw, the elves are often caught by them with a large piece of flesh and leather, and if they do not die, they will be seriously injured.

With a strong motor power and impact, the black warrior roared, while holding a bloody sword to the left and right. At the same time, the elves, under the command of an old man, fight to the death, arrows like a cloud. After each long dark green arrow whistled, there must be a black warrior landing, lightning speed and a hundred steps through the aim of the black warrior to defend against, the two sides are inseparable.

A racial vendetta?

Yang Ling shook his head and released all the more than two thousand bloodthirsty horned bees. With the exception of a hundred sent out to explore the surrounding situation, all the others remained on guard to avoid sudden attacks.

Suddenly, Yang Ling eyes light up. I saw a dark-haired fairy girl behind the old man, graceful, long hair fluttering, the whole person in the white skirt set off like water hibiscus beautiful.

Holding a dark green wand and whispering for a moment, the long-haired girl raised her hand and emitted a black halo. Wherever they went, the black warriors moved slowly like evil, and the Buddha stained a TU strong glue and was killed one by one by the elves carrying arrows like gods.

"Quickly, arrest the elven priestess!" After losing several warriors, a young man who looked like a leader became angry and shouted orders. Soon, a team of elite black warriors were lunging at the long-haired beauty.

Seeing the warriors in black pounced on, the long-haired beauty stepped back nervously, and then murmured with the dark green cane in her hand. Soon, there was a surging wave in the air, followed by a "crunch, crunch" like a muffled sound, the nearby towering trees shook into a dozen meters high dead wood giant.

Under the command of the long-haired beauty, the dead wood giant stepped heavily to kill the black warriors in the past, and the wooden stick of the size of the water tank in the hand was knocked hard, and the black warriors and their horses were smashed into a pool of mud.

Magic? Hallucinations?

Yang Ling rubbed his eyes and looked incredulously at the giant dead wood that had become a towering tree.