I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

Flanders wanted to laugh when he heard Hawkes'words.

How could he say something like that?

He clearly had B rank strength, but why did he feel that his brain was not working properly?

He was not an idiot.

Since he dared to show himself in front of so many people, he naturally had the ability to easily deal with them... In the end, instead of running away, he actually thought of joining up with his other teammates.

Was he asking his teammates to follow him to their deaths?

Flanders had a strange expression.

To think that he had thought that the other party's mind was very flexible just now.

"Tsk tsk."

"How interesting. Hawkes, do you think that I'm afraid of you guys since I dare to show myself? If I'm not confident in dealing with you guys, then why did I remove my disguise?"

As soon as Flanders said this.

Hawkes was shocked.

He quickly looked around. Sure enough!

Almost half of his teammates frowned when they heard this. Clearly, they had lost their confidence.

This scarecrow...

The morale that he had just gathered was shattered by a single sentence from him.

However, he could not be blamed for this.

This scarecrow's reputation was too big.

Moreover, they had just discussed him, so they had a deeper impression of him. Naturally, they became even more fearful of this scarecrow.

"Hmph!"

"No matter how powerful you are, you're only at B rank. It's hard for two fists to fight four hands. Don't you understand this principle?"

"Moreover, it's not like we don't have B rank mages."

"If you want to fight, then come at me!"

Hawkes's tone was very firm.

At this time, he was very clear that he absolutely could not say anything that would disturb the morale of the army.

Moreover.

In Hawkes's opinion, their team's strength was indeed very strong.

As long as they worked together, even if they could not kill this scarecrow, it would be very easy to heavily injure this scarecrow.

Therefore, as long as their team did not cower before the battle, they did not have to be afraid of the scarecrow at all.

His teammates had been following him for a long time.

Therefore, it had to be said that their tacit understanding WAS NOT bad.

When Hawkes spoke, the others all looked at him. When they saw his expression, they immediately knew what he was thinking, so they all perked up.

"Sigh, he doesn't listen to advice."

Seeing this, Flanders immediately shook his head and sighed.

However, although it was a sigh, everyone saw a smile appear on his face. Clearly, he did not feel the slightest bit disappointed.

"Do it!"

At this moment, following Hawkes'S words, several people around him suddenly moved.

A few figures all rushed towards Flanders.

night Cut.

A huge black scythe drew a large circle in the air.

Crow Storm.

Almost at the next moment, countless crows appeared from Flanders's body and flew in different directions.

Hawkes and the others' expressions changed.

That was because countless crows flew in front of everyone.

These crows had sharp mouths and sharp teeth. If one was bitten by them, one piece of meat would be easily taken away.

And that was not all.

Countless crows flew over, cutting off everyone's line of sight and separating them from each other.

Their team instantly lost any tacit understanding and cooperation.

Even if they asked, their voices would soon be covered by the crows around them.

"Ah!!"

The first second his line of sight was blocked, he heard a team member's scream.

The scream made everyone, including Hawkes, change their expressions.

This was too fast!

[Fear Points +14,000]

[Fear Points +11,000]

[Fear Points +9,000]

Just as Hawkes was getting nervous, a green light suddenly connected to his body.

What was this?!

He had only heard of the scarecrow from others, but he had no idea about his ability.

But in the next moment, he felt his vitality and physical strength rapidly drain away, and it was transmitted through the green light.

He had seen this ability before.

So, Hawkes hurriedly made a response.

He hurriedly chanted a spell, and then his body turned into a clone with only a body, and his real body appeared next to it.

This was the spell of a golden cicada escaping its shell.

Ever since he had learned it, it had helped him avoid many dangers.

He had used this magic countless times, and he had never failed once, so he had always relied on this spell.

In his opinion, there was no danger that this spell could not avoid.

And the teacher who had taught him this spell described this spell in the same way.

One had to know that his teacher was a very powerful mage. Hawkes had always obeyed and trusted his words.

Therefore, when he had just used this spell...

He thought that he had escaped from the green light and was ready to use other spells to disperse the crows.

However, just as he was about to recite the incantation, he was suddenly stunned.

"How is this possible!"

The green light was still attached to his body!

Hawkes immediately felt ridiculous.

He could not get rid of it?!

Hawkes took a deep breath and could not care less. He could only take it one step at a time.

Since he could not get rid of the light, he had to end the battle as soon as possible.

According to the absorption speed of this light, it would take about ten minutes before his physical strength was exhausted. Therefore, he had to defeat this scarecrow in this period of time.

However, at this moment, another scream was heard.

Hawkes's expression changed slightly.

He immediately increased his speed and chanted a spell.

"Wa--"

"Wa--"

Suddenly, the crows in front of him dispersed and a very small scarecrow walked in.

This little scarecrow was holding a black scythe in its hand.

This was a Scarecrow of Fear.

As a level 10 skill, this little scarecrow was able to use the three skills from the first tier. Therefore, in summary, this little scarecrow's strength was also at B rank. Its strength was very strong.

Scarecrow?

No, this was not the scarecrow itself.

Hawkes immediately reacted and looked at this little scarecrow warily.

At the same time.

Other than Hawkes, the other members of the team were also looking at the little scarecrow in front of them with grave expressions.

As for Flanders himself.

He stood in the middle and watched quietly, a relaxed smile appearing on his face.

Outnumbered?

Although the main abilities of his little scarecrow skills were not used in battle, if he really used them in battle, it would not be in vain. Each of them had a B rank standard.

Therefore, what Flanders was least afraid of was a siege.

And if he were to fight him one-on-one... then Flanders would be even less afraid. Even if there were several B+ rank mages, as long as they were careless, they would fall into his hands, let alone a one-on-one fight?

Unless the opponent's level was much higher than his.