Chapter 5

As the number of Hornet Beasts increased, Yimia's complexion turned pale, and she issued a loud command. Although Hornet Beasts, as low-level magical beasts, do not possess formidable individual attack power, their presence in large numbers can become troublesome. Unless equipped with sturdy armor or having sufficient mages, ordinary people would generally avoid provoking these gregarious flying magical beasts

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ling commanded the griffon to land on a large rock. Just moments ago, when he was blood-taming the griffon, he felt a surge of blood and magical power erupting, leaving him utterly exhausted in an instant. It seems that these griffons are far more formidable than the horned bee beasts; had they been intent on battle, they could have torn him to shreds in an instant, leaving him no time to blood-tame them one by one.

The wizard named Kiribati reacted swiftly, but the horned bee beast suddenly split into multiple parts, launching a dispersed attack on the terrified black-clad warriors. After sending out a large number of fireballs, only a few of the horned bee beasts were burned, yet there were more than a dozen black-clad warriors lying on the ground like charred remains, which infuriated the pained Yimia, who was gritting her teeth. If it weren't for the searing pain in her backside making movement difficult, she would have loved to rush at Tushude and slap him a few times.

"Summoner? Ebilis, the forest elves are lying in ambush!" Looking at the hornet beasts that only attacked the black-clad warriors, working in perfect harmony and specifically targeting the vital points of their own warriors, and then glancing at Yang Ling, who suddenly charged out under the protection of a group of hornet beasts, Yimia was taken aback and then suddenly enlightened

Ah, my backside! In a state of panic, Yimia tightly covered her eyes and other vital areas, but her ample backside had several chunks of skin and flesh torn away. "Damn it, formation, Kiribati, fireball spell!"

In the face of dire circumstances, the black-clad warriors fled in all directions like headless flies, with many panicking and even tumbling off the low-flying beasts. Meanwhile, despite their formidable combat strength, the uncoordinated cloud eagles and griffins also scattered in a desperate attempt to escape from the densely packed horned wasp beasts. One griffin, about the size of a calf, flew straight towards the direction where Yang Ling was hiding in a state of panic.

Damn it, form the formation, even if it means dying, crawl over to me!

Seeing that Yimia had repeatedly ordered the binding of the young girls from the Elf tribe to sell them as books, Yang Ling estimated that this fellow was not just a slave owner but also a slave trader, deserving of a thousand cuts and more. After confirming that there were no ambushes nearby, he decided to test his skills with a small demonstration

After being tamed by Yang Ling, the horned bee beast not only experienced a significant increase in combat power but also became more bloodthirsty and aggressive. Sometimes, after capturing prey, it would not only swallow their bones but also leave no trace of the blood that splattered on the ground, licking it clean meticulously. At the same time, like Yang Ling, after consuming the essence blood of magical beasts, they also gained tremendous benefits. Their scales became increasingly sturdy, the black horns on their heads sharper, and their speed faster. Furthermore, like Yang Ling, after consuming the essence blood of magical beasts, they also gained tremendous benefits. Their scales became increasingly sturdy, the black horns on their heads sharper, and their speed faster.

Damn elves, cursed summoners, wait for me, I will return!

Although the black-clad warriors moved swiftly, they were overwhelmed by the sheer number of horned bee beasts. Many did not even have time to regroup before being besieged by a swarm of horned bee beasts, which attacked them furiously. In the blink of an eye, they were reduced to a pile of bones, with some even having their bones completely devoured. The horrifying screams of those who perished, filled with desperation, sent chills down the spines of the onlookers

Like a flash of lightning, Yang Ling leaped from the treetops, grabbing the right claw of the griffin, which was a combination of a lion and an eagle. He then swiftly turned and mounted its back, quickly biting his index finger to let a drop of blood fall onto its forehead. Instantly, a brilliant silver light enveloped the griffin, revealing a series of mysterious runes, and after being tamed, it obediently became Yang Ling's steed

Ah, my backside, ah...

The Horned Bee Beast is the lowest tier of magical beasts, possessing low intelligence and charging at enemies or prey in a swarm. However, the Horned Bee Beasts before us exhibit sharp attacks and strategic movements, clearly indicating that they have undergone extensive training and are undoubtedly under the control and command of the summoner Yang Ling.

Ah, help!

Listening to the rising and falling cries of anguish, and smelling the strong scent of blood, numerous horned beasts were already restless. If it were not for Yang Ling's soothing and suppression, they would have likely rushed forward in a frenzy long ago

To capture a thief, first capture the leader; to strike a snake, aim for its seven inches. Either remain still, or if you act, do so with the ferocity of a lion hunting a rabbit, putting forth your utmost effort

Ah, my thigh...

The ordinary black-clad warriors discarded their armor, while the situation for Yimia, who was targeted by the hornet beasts, was even more dire. Several elite personal guards were reduced to pools of blood in the blink of an eye. Watching the hornet beast, its fangs still dripping with the flesh of the guards, and hearing the chilling screams of the guards in their final moments, one was nearly paralyzed with fear

Caught off guard, the black-clad warriors were utterly unable to withstand the ferocious onslaught of the horned wasp beasts. Some fled in panic, only to be systematically hunted down by the elven warriors; others futilely swung their large blades, helplessly watching as the densely packed horned wasp beasts tore into their flesh, leaving nothing but a skeleton in the blink of an eye

In a moment of panic, Yimia cast a fireball spell onto her own backside. While turning the detestable Hornet Beast into ashes, she also experienced the painful sensation of her own rear being scorched, leaving her drenched in sweat and tears streaming down her face

Withdraw, quickly! After hesitating for a moment, seeing more and more warriors dying tragically, and even a few mages unable to protect themselves, Emilia understood that the situation was dire and was the first to mount her griffin to escape

"Hehe, this is great!" As he watched the griffin charging towards him, Yang Ling felt not fear but joy. With a fast-moving griffin as his mount, it would be much easier for him to traverse this vast expanse of dense forest.

Looking at the densely packed horned beasts and hearing the crunching sounds of their bites, not to mention the black-clad warriors, even the elves who were not under attack felt a chill run down their spines

Yang Ling dispatched the most ferocious two hundred horned beasts, dividing them into two teams. One team attacked the young man, Yimia, who was giving orders, while the other team targeted several mages in the sky. He did not wish to expose his whereabouts and end up like the withered wood guardian, frozen into a human-shaped ice stick by a few mysterious mages

In a state of panic, Yimia heavily straddled the griffin, the wound on her rear still oozing blood, pressed painfully against the griffin's hard bones, causing her to cry out in agony. With a large swarm of horned wasp beasts sweeping in from behind, she had no choice but to endure the pain and flee for her life on the griffin.

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Looking at the few warriors beside him, Emia was filled with rage. He had not expected that after personally leading a large number of warriors, only so few remained. Not only had he failed to capture a single forest elf, but he had also paid a heavy price.

Wherever the locust-like horned beasts passed, the previously invincible black-clad warriors cast aside their armor in droves, and even the thick-skinned griffins were no exception, turning tail and fleeing. Those fortunate enough managed to escape with their lives, while the unfortunate were reduced to mere bones in the blink of an eye, with some leaving only a few strands of hair or a pool of blood.