"Sorcerer Ivan, do you need help up there?"
The two little ones often quarreled and disputed, but their good relationship wasn't false either. Scented Butterfly became anxious upon seeing this and looked at Ivan expectantly, Ivan gestured with a wave of his hand.
Only then did Scented Butterfly catch up.
Ivan could sense that the strength of the two undead creatures opposite wasn't strong and was within the coping range of the two little ones.
The figures in the thick fog revealed their true nature. At first glance, they were two Centaurs, but on closer inspection, they were undead creatures stitched together, their upper halves being the darkened torsos of humans, the lower halves the carcasses of deer, draped in ragged armor, holding rusty iron spears, their entire appearance was exceedingly rough and ugly.
'Vine Entanglement.'
Scented Butterfly, catching up from behind, took the initiative to act first.