"Hey... Hey... Hey, it's broken, it doesn't seem like there's anything to fight back!"

The mutant wind wolf appeared behind him, his left hand was bitten off from his wrist, and the light sword was slashed diagonally on the grass with two circles of broken hands, and the murderous aura on the light sword slowly disappeared and returned to a giant sword.

The mutant wind wolf disappeared again, opening its huge mouth and biting Mojiaer's neck, he didn't turn around, and he didn't have time to turn around, as if tears were overflowing from his eyes, and he didn't think about his short life, because he didn't want to die yet.

"I don't know how far the power can be with these five drops of primordial soul power to release this magic, hehehe... Hahahaha..."

The only five drops of primordial soul power left in his divine court had already swirled violently, and he didn't notice that an upright gray snake appeared at his feet, the snake's mouth was open, and its closed eyes trembled as if they were about to open.

'Shhhhhh

At the moment when the mutant wind wolf took Mojiaer's neck into his mouth, and at the moment when Mojiaer's five drops of primordial soul power were about to rush out of the divine court, a sharp but not loud snake hissed sounded, and a circle of invisible blog posts swept out of the little snake.

An ancient and noble terrifying coercion swept over all the creatures present, including Mojiaer, and this ancient aura from the superior instantly stunned all the living wind wolves, especially the two mutant wind wolves were under the most pressure, and they were directly shocked to death.

The mutant wind wolf behind Mogar smashed to the grass, and he only felt a powerful aura rush into his mind, hitting his soul directly, 'boom', his body began to fall slowly and uncontrollably, but he caught a glimpse of the wilting little snake at his feet.

He used the last of his strength, shifted his body, and covered the little snake under his trouser leg, and then his consciousness gradually dimmed, and the moment he fell to the ground, his vision passed through the broken grass, and he seemed to see two unusually beautiful blue rays of light floating towards him in the blur, 'boom', and his consciousness fell into darkness completely.

Where he fell, Abbre rushed over with an anxious face, sat down in the grass, helped Mogar up, and found that he still had a faint breath, so he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and his soul power surged, helping him stop the wound that was still bleeding, and suppressing the injury that was still worsening.

She looked around, through the faint light of the plants on the ground, she couldn't help but gasp, one hundred and twenty-seven wind wolves, only forty-three wind wolves were intact and breathing, with severed limbs, broken stomachs, blood stained the meadow red, and the smell of evil blood lingered.

The aura of the eighth-level mage of Abbre was permeated, and the demonic beasts in the middle area around her who were gradually approaching fled one after another, she looked down at Mogar in her arms, the wounds all over her body, the red clothes, the broken left hand, the scorched and crippled right hand, and the left leg that was close to cripple, her consciousness scanned Mogar's body, countless broken bones, except for the heart, other important organs had signs of scorching...

"Little brat, you're not going to kill these wolf cubs with this broken body, are you? Hmph, these damn low-level monsters!"

A wisp of cold breath spread from Abbre's body, and the forty-three surviving wind wolves around her were frozen into ice in an instant, and in the sound of ice cracking, she was about to pick up Mogar, but suddenly a blood mist spread from the base of his right leg, and quickly filled his body.

"It's... This is the blood-colored conclusion of a Warcraft with an ancient bloodline!"

Abrei stopped moving, and just held Mogar like this, and her consciousness swept, only to find that his right leg was wrapped around a wilting little snake, and the source of the blood mist was this little snake, because the breath was too weak, she ignored it.

"The ancient aura that swept away in an instant just now should also be from this little snake, right? What kind of monster is this, why haven't you seen it, and how did you find and make this monster activate its blood..."

As Abbre muttered to herself, the blood mist rolled and vibrate, and the wound that Mojar had just stopped bleeding opened again, and a trace of blood overflowed from the wound and merged into the blood mist, and then the blood mist contracted and turned into two extremely complex and noble text patterns.

It's a bit like the dragon language, and it's like the Feng clan's text, if old Lake or the man named Pol Sass saw it, they would know the meaning of these two patterns: contract.

The two patterns quickly approached, collided together, 'bang', and turned into two extremely dazzling blood lights, which merged into the bodies of Mojiaer and the little snake respectively, and in an instant, the breath of one person and one snake seemed to have recovered a lot.

Abbre picked up Mogar and tore his severed palm from the greatsword, quickly departing in the direction of the Kenston fourth-year team...

Twenty minutes later, Abbre caught up with the team, and the other three mentors quickly approached to help control Mojiaer's injuries, although many students noticed the abnormalities of the four mentors, but no one bothered, because some mentors warned them that this beast tide broke out from the mid-end area, and if one was not careful, even the mentor would die here, so all the students were nervous and wanted to leave the Warcraft Mountain Range as soon as possible.

The entire Demonic Beast Mountain Range is too big, and because of the night, half an hour later, even if the entire team withdraws at full speed, it is still in the middle of the low-end area, the beast tide is getting closer and closer, they can all feel a slight vibration on the ground, and the demonic beast aura around them is getting stronger and stronger, and there are already more than sixth-level demonic beasts sweeping over them.

The student's mood became more and more depressed, and his speed decreased, but Aibrey's sudden shouting shocked even the other three instructors.

"Vice President Armstrong, why are you here!"

"Vice President Armstrong!" all the cadets shouted in unison.

"Dean Goldfrie told me that there will be a riot in the Warcraft Mountains tonight, let me come and see, it's great that you're all okay!

A middle-aged man dressed in gray linen appeared beside Abbre and looked at Mogar in the arms of one of the mentors.

"The cause of the riot is supposed to have been caused by the big battle two hours earlier. Another mentor added.

"Louis was alone with a pack of Tempest Wolves and was badly wounded, but the injuries were contained. ”

"How did he get into the fourth-year team? How did you guys check it?"

"Uh... Vice President Armstrong, I brought Louis into the team, and you blame me, it has nothing to do with them. Abbre was a little nervous.

"You, you just have a good personality, no wonder you can't find a boyfriend, it's okay, let's go back to the academy first. ”

Armstrong's inconsequential words made Abbre messy for a while, and with the addition of Vice Dean Armstrong, the atmosphere of the whole team was much more relaxed, and the group quickly retreated towards the edge of the Warcraft Mountain Range.

......

Four days later, in the carriage of the convoy to Loka City, Mogar slowly opened his eyes and saw Spark's serious face in a hazy way, just like Sparker would be by his side every time he woke up from a coma.

"S... Sparke... Uncle, I made you lose again..."

The picture gradually cleared, Spark's resolute cheeks softened, and finally a very beautiful face was clearly imprinted in his eyes.

"Wake up, you're injured like this, I thought you were going to be in a coma for half a month. ”