Chapter 2671 The Pursuit From the Swarm

After shaking off the gunk on my hands, I couldn't help but sigh: Perhaps it is better to solve the battle with my hands than with a knife. Of course, if I have a large fly swatter, I believe the efficiency will be even higher.

After complaining, I put the Odachi into its sheath. With Xilan's demon sword in one hand and a claw-shaped hand in the other, I started a fierce battle of cutting and pinching against the buzzing bees.

I am not good at chopping bugs with a knife. After all, I have never imitated the scene in the movie where martial arts warriors use swords to open the eyes of flies. But pinching bugs with my bare hands is my specialty. God knows, in my last life on the blue planet, I How many flies have I caught with my bare hands?

I first got a glimpse of this unique skill when I was four or five years old, and when I was twelve years old, I had already mastered it. Whether it was catching flies, mosquitoes, dragonflies or butterflies, as long as they flew by me Insect, no matter how fast you fly and no matter how chaotic your trajectory, you can't escape my shocking grasp!

However, there is one regret in my last life, that is, I have never tried to catch bees with my bare hands. No matter bees, wasps, Hu Feng, or any other bees, I have never tried it. It's not that I don't want to, but I don't dare. The main reason is that the sting is too painful.

However, in this life, especially now, I am not afraid at all.

It's not that I'm bolder, or that I'm not afraid of pain, but I have a pair of hand guards made of meteorite iron. Not to mention bee stings, bullets and missiles can't hurt me at all.

Such excellent hand guards are simply made for performing catching bees with bare hands!

As the saying goes, "The most talented people are bold." In fact, there are prerequisites. The prerequisite is that you must have a complete set of equipment. This is just like magic, tightrope walking, and acrobatics. You must not only have a delicate mind, extraordinary courage, and proficiency. skills, flexible limbs, and high-quality props.

Otherwise, it would not be an entertainment performance, but a life-threatening performance.

You only have one life, you have to die.

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield suddenly reversed, from being passive at the beginning to me taking the initiative to attack, while the swarm passively avoided, and I had to be careful to catch and crush them to death.

At this time, I was like a hunter who had been hungry all day, and the bee swarm was like a group of delicious and juicy pheasants. As long as I caught them, I would have a full meal and stay away from hunger.

So I ran after the bee like crazy, but the bee was even more like crazy, buzzing and running away.

But he ran away and ran away, but never left within a hundred meters of the hive.

There are two possibilities for this situation. First, due to nature, these bees have the responsibility to protect the hive and the queen bee from the moment they are born, so they will never stay away from the hive within a hundred meters.

Secondly, their thoughts are controlled by the queen bee, so they will only act within a hundred meters.

I don't know which of the two possibilities is more likely, and I don't have the heart to figure out the relationship. After all, I'm not an entomologist or a biologist, I'm just an adventurer.

As an adventurer, what I should do most is how to kill it.

Putting all other thoughts aside, I continued to hunt down the swarm.

As I chased after them, I suddenly discovered that the speed of the bee swarm became faster and the flight path became single-they were running towards the direction of the hive at the fastest speed.

Thinking of the way Mr. Taylor walked towards the hive with a gloomy expression while carrying a totem that was more than one meter long, I seemed to have thought of something.

Does the old man want to challenge the entire hive alone?

Taylor's strength is obvious to all, and he also possesses two professions: Priest and Blue Fist Holy Envoy. It can be said that he is a strong group with both offense and defense.

But as the saying goes, a good tiger cannot stop a pack of wolves!

Can the old man bear it?

If this was just an ordinary beehive, I would happily sit cross-legged and wait for the old man to return in triumph with the hive and honey.

But this is not a normal hive!

Have you ever seen worker bees the size of footballs that might fly out of a normal hive?

Perhaps this situation is not uncommon in Zephyr Continent, but judging from the old man's gloomy expression, even if they are similar in size, this swarm of bees is definitely extraordinary!

Thinking of this, I quickened my pace and came to the King of the Forest to tell him my thoughts.

Although the King of the Forest is not very willing to talk to Taylor, he has a close relationship with me after all, and the King of the Forest and I are close friends. In order not to fall apart because of this trivial matter, he hesitated for a while and finally decided to follow me. Let's go together to rescue the old man.

When we rushed to the beehive, we happened to see the old man being chased by a swarm of bees.

The dense swarm of bees was like a huge wall, overwhelmingly slapping at the old man. It seemed like it was going to turn the old man into a pie with its power!

Faced with this situation, the old man did not panic. He was heavy and calm, moved flexibly, and with his agility, he was able to avoid danger at the most critical moment every time, and then launched a pursuit and killed several worker bees.

This method of cutting flesh with a blunt knife is particularly effective when fighting against human teams, but it has little effect when used against swarms of bees.

First of all, the order of magnitude of the bee swarm cannot be compared with that of the human team. Secondly, a bee colony that loses a few worker bees will not be affected at all in terms of organizing attacks. Finally, the bee colony is not human. Since they are born, they only have one Their purpose is to serve the queen bee, and they have no regard for their own life or death.

This is an army that is not afraid of death. An army with this kind of spirit is powerful, terrifying, and invincible!

Even as strong as Taylor, he still has to use clumsy positioning and intermittent play.

The old man's movements are beautiful and his movements are crisp and pleasing to the eye. Although the bee swarm is very unfriendly to patients with trypophobia, I have to say that they are actually quite beautiful, with their rounded heads, walnut-shaped chests, and star fruit shapes. The abdomen, overall appearance, is somewhat like a horn bee.

Each of us was admiring the picture of Taylor fighting bees, without any intention of interfering.

And the swarm did not change its route or target because of our appearance.

They aim unswervingly at you, Taylor, and launch attacks again and again without stopping. The intensive attacks and orderly organization give the old man a headache.

As soon as he glanced at me and the King of the Forest, he immediately greeted: "You bastard, call the King of the Forest for help!"

Hearing this, I turned to the King of the Forest and explained a few words.

The king of the forest's attitude was the same as before. Two streams of moist hot air were sprayed out from his huge nostrils. His attitude could not be more obvious: Want to help? There are no doors!

This made Taylor so angry that he glared at the King of the Forest with angry eyes. He really wanted to kick it a few times, but because of the dense attack of the swarm, he had no time to move.

With no other choice, he had to continue to deal with the pursuit from the swarm.