Roger's face changed slightly.

"This thing found me?"

There was a strange feeling in his heart, the straight line distance between the two sides was extremely far, and he had been standing there obediently, without making the slightest movement.

But thinking so in his heart, Roger didn't stop moving. The monster in front of him was obviously difficult to deal with, and there was a large group of people standing around, so Betty's strength was unclear.

But that middle-aged woman...

Roger stepped back quickly.

It's better not to get into this muddy water easily, he should tell Henrik about this kind of thing, so that this guy doesn't always focus on things he shouldn't focus on.

"Roar!"

The branches and vines rubbed against each other, and they made a low sound like a beast.

This thing was obviously not aimless, the huge body moved forward, and actually rushed towards the direction when Roger left.

Betty stretched out her hand to stop the monster, but was stopped by a middle-aged woman on the side.

"An unexpected intruder, in short, is not our clansman, let it go, its new life should be watered with blood."

"This is the power of Dryad reincarnation, the combination of a carefully nurtured soul and a vine cultivated with voodoo."

"Although it is not a living creature, it is not a simple and clumsy puppet creature either. It has a certain self-identification ability, which will make your initial manipulation much easier."

The middle-aged woman looked relaxed.

"It brings its prey right before our eyes."

At this time, Roger had already rushed to the lake and jumped down.

His water skills can only be regarded as average, but now he has abundant physical strength, and his swimming speed after entering the water can be regarded as extremely fast.

As he swiped forward, Roger glanced back distractedly.

The green monster came to the lake and twisted its body, fell into the water, and was completely floating on the water.

"This guy was originally made of wood..."

Unable to escape for a while, Roger knew that he could not stay in the water any longer.

All his skills are in close combat, and he has absolutely no chance of winning if he entangles with this monster in the water.

Instead of going down the lake, Roger swam towards the opposite side. Behind him, the spreading monsters were rapidly approaching.

"What is this?"

After searching all over the memory, Roger couldn't find anything similar to it. At this moment, a strong wind came,

Roger hurriedly dodged to the side, but his speed in the water was half a beat slower, his shoulder hurt, and blood scattered in the water.

Looking back, a vine on the monster's arm was retracting at an extremely fast speed, then it was raised high, and then fell again.

This time Roger was well prepared, dodged the attack ahead of time, and then took a deep breath with the help of the wave of the swinging water and rushed out!

The bushes in the darkness were approaching, and at the same time, the distance between the monster and Roger was getting closer and closer. In the darkness, Roger's body spun, and the moment he broke through the water, he drew out the steel sword behind him.

Bang!

A huge force struck, and he was swept out of the water and landed on the shore not far away.

After landing, Roger moved quickly without any hesitation.

Tom Tom Tom!

A shallow pit was pierced on the ground, and the monster inserted its two hands into the trees on the bank, and then exerted force to pull its huge body out of the water.

Shaking off the water droplets on his head, Roger held his sword in both hands, staring at the monster opposite.

He knew that tonight's battle had just begun!

The bushes behind him were quite open, and Roger took the opportunity to take a potion for night cats, and the dark bushes suddenly became as bright as day, and the details of the monster's body were clearly displayed in front of his eyes.

"That puppet-shaped heart shard that Betty spit out must be its weak point."

Roger carefully kept the distance between the two sides, and carefully searched for each other.

This monster has no so-called facial features, only the head, torso and limbs can be vaguely distinguished.

What's even weirder is that since its body is made entirely of vines, there is no human bone limit at all.

If you fight the opponent according to the inherent thinking, you will definitely suffer a big loss.

Just when Roger was looking for the opponent's weakness, the monster attacked first.

His arms swept across, the vines stretched out like whips, and there was a dull whine in the air.

Roger didn't make a hard catch, and his feet bounced quickly. He was like a nimble night cat, rushing forward and slashing out with the steel sword in his hand at the same time!

The power is advanced layer by layer, and finally transmitted to the wrist.

Swish!

Under the moonlight, the steel sword was as cold as water, easily cutting off the vines swept by the monster.

But after the blow was successful, there was not much surprise on Roger's face, and he was secretly shocked by the resistance transmitted from the steel sword.

If this thing is not cultivated by a special method, then it was affected by the power of witchcraft when it was formed, changing its internal structure.

The toughness and hardness are many times higher than ordinary vines.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Roger narrowed the distance between them, the vines thrown by the monster retracted, and the other hand opened, and the entangled branches and knots covered Roger like a big net.

His forward speed was too fast, and it was too late to hide at this time.

"Focus!"

"Break out!"

The monster's movements immediately slowed down in his eyes. The muscles on his body were knotted, and his strength was twisted into a rope.

The white light is like water.

A gleam of light in the night.

Roger split open the trunk in the tree net, and then swung three swords in a row, and his whole body was already approaching the side of the monster with the momentum of rushing forward.

Bending down to avoid a sweep, Roger sheathed his sword, and the high-concentration flammable liquid was evenly sprayed on the sword.

Roger found this thing in Henrik's foothold. He only has the evil spirit oil in his hand now, and it was just poured into one of the grooves.

And whoever imagined it could play a role here.

The steel sword was unsheathed.

The steel nails on the cuff rubbed against the spine of the sword, a little fire flashed, and then the whole sword burned!

The burning flame not only startled the monster, but also attracted the attention of Betty and the middle-aged woman in the distance.

In their view, killing an ordinary person is just a matter of minutes, but the fire in the distance makes them realize that something is wrong.

"Something's wrong!"

"Call it back!"

The middle-aged woman shouted sharply.

Betty condensed her mind and conveyed the information in her mind with the help of the special connection in the dark.

The monster stretched its arms, and its body turned like a top. Roger was so sharp that he could only retreat.

After repelling Roger, it stopped attacking, but turned around and rushed towards the lake not far away.

Without the driving force of its master, the fighting power of this vine monster is naturally greatly reduced. How could Roger let go of such an opportunity, his legs exerted strength, and his figure rushed away.

"Since you're here, stay here!"

As he said that, the flaming steel sword had already slashed at the back of the monster!