The spirit of the Bloodthirsty Lord?

When Jiang Feng saw this name, his eyelids jumped, and he had some guesses in his heart, but he couldn't believe his guesses.

Turning his head, although Zhao Changkong, who was still standing, his face was like white paper, covered in blood, and he had obviously reached the end of the strong crossbow.

Jiang Feng hurriedly came to his side and supported him to prevent him from falling.

Zhao Changkong smiled reluctantly, "I'm fine!" ”

Jiang Feng didn't care about him, and still held his shoulders hard.

Sure enough, the next moment, Zhao Changkong's eyes rolled and he fainted.

Jiang Feng was in a hurry, and couldn't help but curse the authenticity of "Hero Origin" again.

Such a bullish NPC, said that he would faint and faint?

Jiang Feng didn't have any means of treatment, and the few instantaneous potions he had stored before had already been exhausted.

Moreover, even if he had, the primary-level life regeneration would have little effect on level 35 elite NPCs.

Just when Jiang Feng was at a loss, a beautiful birdsong suddenly sounded in mid-air.

Jiang Feng looked up and saw that a huge blue-feathered lark was hovering and flying under his head, and on the back of the finch stood a middle-aged mage wearing a moon-white robe, with a breath all over his body, which was a sacred profession at a glance.

It's not a Word Master, it's a priest.

Jiang Feng didn't remember such an NPC, but he also knew that this should be what Zhao Changkong said, the support that would appear after "a quarter of an hour".

The Blue Feather Lark flew lower and lower, and finally stopped not far from Jiang Feng's side, and the mage wearing the moon-white robe also walked down from the sparrow's back slowly.

"Haha, brave young man, you're a surprise." The middle-aged mage was unexpected...... Enthusiastic.

Not to mention the demeanor of a master, even the stability of a middle-aged man can't be seen in him.

"This lord, Zhao ......" Jiang Feng hesitated to speak, but before he could say a few words, he was interrupted by the other party.

"He's fine, this kid isn't that easy to die!" The middle-aged mage waved his hand casually, and didn't even glance at Zhao Changkong, who was unconscious and covered in blood.

Instead, he looked at Jiang Feng with some excitement, "Tut-tut, it's really, it's been a long time since I've seen a young man like you, it's really happy, it's still a person who is blessed by the Sage of Light!" ”

The middle-aged mage seemed to be a little nervous, and Jiang Feng was also a black line, not knowing what to say, "My lord......"

The middle-aged mage said to himself: "What happened just now, although I didn't make it to the scene, I saw it all. You're good! ”

"Not to mention the skills and abilities of fighting, those can be exercised, the important thing is that at the critical moment, you did not abandon this kid, nor did you listen to him, just defend the city! This guy is sometimes pedantic and a headache. ”

"Otherwise, this kid won't let alone tear up the projection of that bloodthirsty prince, I'm afraid that even if I can catch up, my life will be lost!"

Jiang Feng was speechless, this middle-aged mage was really too capable of talking, croaking and croaking endlessly, and he couldn't answer what he said.

Moreover, out of politeness, Jiang Feng did not use reconnaissance on it casually.

"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense with you, give me this kid." The middle-aged mage finally had his best time and stopped chattering.

Taking over Zhao Changkong, the middle-aged mage unceremoniously threw it back, and threw the scarred Zhao Changkong directly onto the back of the Blue Feather Lark.

Then, the middle-aged mage said to Jiang Feng, "The essence you got is a good thing, very suitable for those of you who have been blessed by the Sage of Light. Take advantage of it and it will help you later! ”

The middle-aged mage turned around and walked towards the Blue Feather Lark, and said lazily again: "Come on, little guy, if you have a chance in the future, I hope to see you in the Bright Fortress!" However, those of you who have been blessed by the Sage of Light are too weak in talent to know if you can get to that point! ”

Fortress of Light?

Jiang Feng was taken aback, this guy is from the Bright Fortress?

The Fortress of Light stands outside the abyss of demons, guarding the endless evil creatures beneath the abyss, for thousands of years.

It is said that there are more than 10 legendary professionals there!

Each of them is the top existence in "Heroes Origin".

"Oh, yes." The middle-aged mage who stepped on the Blue Feather Lark suddenly thought of something again, and said to Jiang Feng: "The blessing of that guy in Kars, it's not so easy to bear, after it subsides, you will enter a period of weakness, be careful, before that, it's best to hide, don't be killed by these little undead." ”

"Still, it seems that you guys aren't afraid of death...... Whatever, let's go, little one, goodbye! The middle-aged mage grunted as he touched the neck of the Blue Feather Lark.

Then, the Blue Feather Lark took the two of them and soared into the sky, rushing towards the distant sky.

……

Jiang Feng was a little speechless, such a powerful guy, in the face of these undead, shouldn't he just throw a forbidden spell and wipe them out in seconds?

Why did you just leave?

Jiang Feng had no doubt that this guy's strength was much stronger than Zhao Changkong, how could it be simple to dare to call the Great Prophet Kars "that guy" and stationed in the Bright Fortress?

However, at the same time, Jiang Feng was a little excited.

In the past, Jiang Feng thought that he had the memories of three years of his previous life, and the knowledge reserve that he soaked in the forum every day, and he already had a good understanding of the game "Hero Origin".

However, seeing Zhao Changkong and this middle-aged mage, the vast world revealed in their words had already made Jiang Feng frightened and fascinated.

This game, perhaps with a considerable part of the plot, is only for a very small number of people, perhaps less than 0.001%!

Only when you reach that realm can you get in touch with this game world, the most authentic appearance.

At least, the height reached by Jiang Feng in the previous life was far from enough.

Jiang Feng shook his head and didn't think about it anymore.

These things, after all, are still far away, even if Jiang Feng wants to reach such heights, it will take several years.

In front of him, it is what Jiang Feng needs to grasp.

The blessing of the Great Prophet Kars, there are still about 6 minutes left, and Jiang Feng must seize the opportunity to make full use of it.

As for what the middle-aged mage said, when the buff ends, it will enter a period of weakness, and Jiang Feng is too lazy to care.

It's just a little bit of experience, it's not a big deal.

Moreover, it stands to reason that Jiang Feng's experience should only be the experience value after level 10, and after he dies once, it is only level 10, and the loss is close to zero.

What's more, the middle-aged mage didn't do anything and left, and the remaining pressure to defend the city was not weak.

Jiang Feng flicked away from the fire sword, unfolded his body, and rushed into the army of the undead.

With the blessing of Kars, Jiang Feng faced these ordinary undead, which was simply chopping melons and vegetables.

With a sword swept down, Jiang Feng didn't even feel the obstacle, it seemed that slashing on the bodies of these monsters was no different from slashing on the air.

Jiang Feng rushed all the way, brutally strangled in the army of the undead.