A green shoot shot out from the green light and grew at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, it turned into a thick vine that was five to six meters long.
Two slender tentacles emerged from the vines and turned into two long whips. They whipped toward the black Crow.
'Whoosh-'
As the sound of the vines tearing through the air rang out, the previously fearless Black Crow saw the green vines coming at it and was immediately frightened. With a hoarse 'CAW', it spread its folded wings, flapped them twice, and flew up again.
It seemed to have smelled death and refused to leave easily.
However, the newly grown vine was guided by the elf and split into several slender branches one after another. They twitched in the air and stopped the black Crow from falling again.
'Shua shua-'
It was extremely unwilling to give up. It circled around the group, bringing with it gusts of strong wind. It kept chirping, as if it was calling for its companions.
