On the glacier north of the Frozen Wasteland, a figure moved rapidly.

He was very fast, not like a human, but like a snow leopard running at full strength. What's even stranger is that his whole body seems to be set on fire, and there is a long tail flame behind him.

The figure is none other than Vane. His eyes were red, like a beast full of primal desires. The staff in his hand was as colored as blood, and flames rose from the surface. The flames engulfed his body, but it didn't hurt him in the slightest.

Soon, Vane was approaching the edge of the northern forest.

"Bang!" a fireball shot out from his raised staff. The fireball flew diagonally upward, and a vulture couldn't dodge it, and immediately turned into a pile of coke and fell straight down.

The Song of the Red Flame seemed to be even more excited by the vulture's death, flickering and flickering as if it were breathing rapidly.

Vane's eyes were like a burning flame, and his face was twisted, as excited as if in pain. He licked his lips and sped into the forest.

In the forest, a hairy monkey scurries in fear from a tree, screaming in fear, as if to alert its companions. Just as it jumped away, a fireball flew over. A few arm-thick branches instantly turned into charcoal, and were swept forward by the fireball.

The forest was in shambles, and the ground was littered with charred animal carcasses. The crimson staff of the human was like a demon, raining down on fire and magic......

After some time, the man stopped. The sky was already slightly shining, and the surrounding trees were scrooked, mostly charred and blackened, billowing smoke.

Vane's chest was heaving, the flames on his body had been extinguished, but the surface of his body was still steaming. His feverish eyes darkened a little, his face was painful, and his body trembled constantly, as if something was fighting fiercely in it.

Just then, a white owl flew over and stopped on a branch not far away. The owl is short and stocky, snow-white, with only a few black feathers on the top of its head and tail. It seemed to be oblivious to the danger in front of it, and kept making strange cries of "banbu banbu".

The song of the Red Flame in Vane's hand hummed lowly, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with this little guy who didn't know the height of the sky. The red orb suspended above the staff ignited a crimson flame, which quickly turned into a ball of fire.

The fireball screeched straight at the white owl. The owl sensed the danger at this point, screaming and flapping its wings to take off, but its ball-like body could not react quickly enough to watch the fireball fly towards it.

"Bambu Bambu!" The white owl was instantly hit by the fireball and quickly fell to the ground.

Maybe it was the white owl's luck, or maybe it was Vane's hand that shook and the fireball just grazed its left wing. The owl lying on the ground flapped its wings and tried to get up, but half of its left wing was already scorched, and its round size made it so anxious that it could only spin on the ground.

Vane approached the white owl step by step with the song of the Red Flame in his hand, like a god of death waiting to harvest life.

"Bambu, Bambu......" the white owl whispered. As if it had foreseen its impending fate, its small eyes widened, and it looked at Vane as if it were shedding tears.

Vane froze a step in front of the white owl, his heart struck like something had struck him hard.

What the hell did I do...... Vane knelt down feebly, the red of his pupils quickly faded and returned to their original blackness, and his skin became less hot. Although Vane was unconscious in his berserk state, the thirst for killing and blood was deeply imprinted in his heart, and he shuddered.

"Get out of here!" Vane roared, throwing the demonic staff far away. The Song of the Red Flame crashes into a tree trunk and falls to the ground.

"Don't move, I won't hurt you......" Vane cautiously stepped forward to check on the owl's injuries. The owl didn't dodge, blinking and quietly looking at Vane, as if believing what Vane said.

"Why are you so stupid to fly when you know you're in danger......" Vane muttered with the white owl in both hands. The feathers on the left side of the owl's wings have been burned away, revealing black bones.

Fortunately, although the bones look black, they do not appear to be charred. What Vane didn't know was that it was precisely because of the revival of his consciousness just now, the staff in his hand trembled, which caused the fireball to deviate from its intended trajectory.

Vane placed the owl on the ground and was about to chant the healing spell when he realized that the sapphire staff was long gone. Thinking of the shattered sapphire staff in the temple, Vane's heart was like a knife, it was the most important thing for his uncle. So where can I find a staff now?

At this moment, the song of the Red Flame lying under the tree not far away seemed to guess Vane's thoughts, and it glowed a dark red light, and the entire body of the staff trembled violently.

"Whoosh!" the song of the Red Flame flew straight towards Vane and landed in his hands impartially.

This made Wayne break out in a cold sweat, and his body was immediately in a state of high tension. I don't know what the reason is, this time the Song of the Red Flame only "breathed" a few times before it was extinguished, and it looked like it was just a strange-looking vine staff, except for the blood-red gem suspended at the top of the staff.

This staff...... Can it work?—Vane's hand holding the staff trembled slightly, and he began to cast a healing spell on a nearby tree with the attitude of trying it out.

As the incantation was chanted, mysterious symbols appeared on the light brown rattan of the Song of the Red Flame. A pale green glow shot from the top of the Song of the Red Flame toward the trunk, and the charred wood in the middle of the trunk began to recover at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"What a strange staff...... Vane muttered to himself, looking down at the staff in his hand. "If you don't go crazy anymore, it's a good staff. ”

Although Vane had seen the staff for the first time in the Glacier Temple, it felt extremely familiar and familiar. What pains Wayne's heart is that the "masterpiece" of the destruction of this large area of forest is indeed his own doing. Strangely, in a berserk state, hours of running wild and casting countless spells could not be supported by magic herbs alone...... But what was obviously impossible happened.

"Bambu ......" The strange call of the white owl on the ground interrupted Vane's thoughts.

"I almost forgot about you, little one. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Vane's mouth, and he crouched down and began to cast a healing spell on it.

The owl's wings gradually recovered under the pale green light, and although they had not yet grown feathers, the charred parts had regained their original color.

"Bambu, Bambu!" the owl flapped its wings and flew with great difficulty, staggering down on Vane's shoulder.

Vane slowly stood up, the corners of his mouth raised, turned his head and stroked the white owl's round head a few times with his hand, and said softly, "Just call you Bambu." ”

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