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As soon as Fu Hang's body moved, the minotaur warriors became alert. The totem in his hand, which was as wide as a thousand-year-old tree stump, scattered with the heavy earth power of the Minotaur warriors.

The power of each totem touching the earth combined to cause cracks to crack this low hillside. The power of the ravine!

The soil became restless, and they exploded from under Fuhang's feet, a powerful force that pushed Fuhang into the air.

Even so, it still didn't stop Fu Hang's footsteps, Fu Hang only felt an explosive echo in his head, and an angry voice kept lingering in his mind, and he couldn't disperse "I'll kill you minotaur druid!" ”

Fuhang, who fell from the sky, rushed towards the Minotaur team with the ash messenger, completely missing the previous rogue slippery head, and now Fuhang is more like an outlaw.

The Minotaur Druids have always been the respected elders of the Minotaur clan, and in times of war, every Minotaur warrior has made it their duty to protect the Druids. Now, it's no exception.

The impenetrable Minotaur warriors held totems in front of the druids. Fuhang doesn't care so much.

The Ember Bringer with the light of anger grew more and more violent, whistling through the air as if it were about to tear it apart.

"Bump!" A heavy, dull sound resounded all over the high slopes. Fuhang only felt a numb shoulder, and he lost his instincts. The Ember Bringer, who carries the wrath of the person, shows great power.

The Ember Messenger seemed to like Fuhang's violent aura, and after he absorbed Fuhang's anger, he became very powerful. The sixth-order minotaur warrior in front of him also looked extremely shocked after receiving a heavy blow from Fu Hang. The sound of rapid gasps and the black sword marks embedded in the totem proved that the power of the Ash Messenger was indeed not to be underestimated.

Fu Hang was only a level 10 Holy Light Mage, and it was impossible for him to have such a god-defying ability no matter what. Competing with the sixth-order minotaur warriors, the strength still prevails, and in addition to Fuhang, only the horror of the Ash Messenger erupts.

The minotaur druid chanted a spell in the rear, and he knew that the little follower of Fuhang was not very strong. The only thing special is his sword of holy light, as long as he controls Fuhang's movement, then this sword will not be effective.

Entangled Xu Gen. Druid's Absolute Control Skill. After a brief end to the chanting, an earthy yellow vine sprouted from the earth. Wrapped around Fuhang's ankle.

Fuhang subconsciously broke free. But the more he found himself struggling, the tighter the vines bound. you, I'm going to you! Fu Hang cursed in his heart, and the rising anger seemed to be poured on a barrel of high-purity alcohol, becoming raging and out of control.

The golden body of the Ash Bringer's sword absorbed the breath of anger and gradually changed. The golden yellow was gradually impregnated with a blood-red color, and it was devouring the pure power of the golden yellow.

Fu Hang only felt a roar in his head, and the Ash Messenger continued to transmit power to Fu Hang's body. "Broken!" A loud shout. The earthy yellow vines were torn and shattered, and Fu Sail took a slow step towards the druid.

The blood-red eyes replaced the black eyes before, and the emotionless Fuhang walked in front of the minotaur step by step. At this time, Fuhang can't be said to be Fuhang, he is like a slave of this legendary sword, just as the use of the ash messenger, without a little mind.

The Ember Bringer, activated by Fuhang's rage, took on a second form.

That is, the Fallen Ash Messenger who can claim to be king in the Scarlet Abbey.

At this time, it is not known who is driving whom.

The Minotaur Druid couldn't believe how this first-level mage could break free from his own shackles so easily. And, looking at his current appearance, it was as if he had gone half mad, and it was difficult to tell the difference between him and a mad beast.

The venerable druid seemed to see the crux of the matter, and the young mage must have been overwhelmed by anger. Then let the power of nature restore fù to balance your anger.

Elder Niu Druid did not think of killing the two invaders, he preferred to take them to the chief's camp and let the chief communicate with them.

Fu Hang held this ember messenger that could transform into form, and his strength increased greatly. With the ability level defined by his system, he now has the strength of an ordinary seventh order. That is, with the bonus of the Fallen Ash Emissary, his strength skyrocketed by 60 levels out of thin air.

The Minotaur seemed to be restrained by Fuhang's frenzied attack, and they tried to restrain the power of the totem in the hands of the man, so as not to kill Fuhang. Under such a premise, Fuhang is completely unconcerned, he is no longer Fuhang, but more like a mad and violent human.

The red spikes kept waving forward, and the minotaurs could only parry. Such a level, completely knocked down on the body, it seems that no Minotaur warrior can stand it.

After the Druids had been chanting for a while, the force of nature loomed over the hillside, ready to be attacked.

"Serenity", the blood-lifting skill in World of Warcraft. In this world there is another effect, calming people's hearts. The power of restoration is very useful for Fuhang. Unlike Sylvanas, who carries the breath of the undead in his body, Fuhang is a true human. The power of natural recovery made Fuhang's mind a little clear.

What's wrong with you?

Fuhang shook his head. Find yourself in the midst of tranquil greenery. The beautiful scenery like an emerald dream gradually made Fuhang intoxicated here.

I don't know if it was Fuhang, and his ash messenger, who also regained his original appearance. Fuhang looked at the Ash Messenger in surprise, and suddenly noticed a problem.

His own violence can actually degrade the Ember Bringer. Become a corrupt ember and control your own state of mind.

The minotaur druid still asked kindly, "Human mage, now we can talk properly."

Fuhang regained his calm, but still cared about Sylvanas. That is, his Queen.

"And what about my Queen?" Fu Hang's face was gloomy, and he said angrily.

The elder druid smiled slightly, and said indifferently, "This is the healing of him by the power of nature, which is much more useful than the previous magic barrier. ”

"You old man? Is it really that kind? Fuhang asked incredulously.

The druid elder did not answer, he beckoned, and said; "Take them to Chief Kane Bloodhoof Camp."