The lightning emitted by the eight fierce mans was easily picked up by a werewolf warrior, and he didn't even use any defensive actions, but relied on his own fur to attack the lightning that the shaman was proud of, and then took it, and all the shamans who watched it were all gray.

You must know that the shaman's most powerful weapon is his own spell damage, if such spell damage, there is no way to seriously injure these werewolves, then it will be difficult for the shaman to continue to fight with them, hand-to-hand combat is not the shaman's specialty, the shaman level here is not enough, no one can turn into a giant bear, in the face of such a defensive werewolf, the shaman has no spell damage, to put it mildly, the current shaman is a plate of dishes.

Werewolves also see it this way, from their eyes, you can already see how much they cherish, these hard-won meals, the lightning attack just now did not even let the werewolves fight back, all the werewolves slowly began to surround the shaman, lest they miss one, or die one, the meal has been served on the table, don't knock it over, this may be the only thought in the head wolf's mind, so this persistent idea has taken root in the minds of all werewolves. Everyone is carefully taking care of this hard-won feast, gluttonous feast!

A group of werewolves, surrounded a group of shamans, in addition to the direct eyes, the most straightforward performance is the water in the mouth, one by one, the mouth wants to open a fountain, such an opportunity is not long, werewolves and wolves are similar, there are good things to let the head wolf eat first, but, if there are a lot of good things, other wolves can also get a piece of the pie, shaman This is a team of people, absolutely able to let everyone have meat to eat, such a situation, so that all werewolves feel excited.

The feelings of the shamans were anger and despair, before entering the Gulan Pagoda, what their division commanders confessed, and what they encountered, were completely different from the thing, as if they had entered a different Gulan Pagoda, and they had never heard of such a forest, such a creature. Outside, in the grasslands and forests, they are the shaman's home field, and every plant and animal will obey the shaman's command and become the shaman's help.

In the grassland, when shamans encounter wolves, they abound, and each shaman regards the wolves as his best assistants, so to speak, the wolves are part of the shaman.

But in this strange forest, the wolves not only did not become the help of the shaman, but instead regarded the shaman as the most delicious tonic. This is something that all the participating shamans did not think of, and it is also unacceptable to all shamans.

But that's the case, whether you accept it or not, whether you like it or not, the werewolf who comes up is a fact, the saliva dripping from the werewolf's mouth is a fact, and the current shaman has only one name, a delicious shaman. If you don't think about it, it only takes a moment for all shamans to become food.

The shaman leader is already clearly aware of this fact, his brother has been eaten, and if he doesn't think about it, then the other brothers will also be eaten. There is nothing left, no glory, no flame of the eternal lamp, and perhaps no kingdom of eternal heaven. Some are just disgusting werewolves with filthy big mouths.

But what should be done? Now that this group of werewolves has fully evolved, lightning is not a threat to them at all, and the ice pick is likely to be the same, and the flames may cause them some damage, but there is no shaman in their team who specializes in flames. Ordinary flames, fireballs, for such a werewolf who moves like the wind and has terrifying recovery abilities, may not be able to cause any substantial damage at all.

And what about the Treants, what about the magic of the plant department? The answer is also no, although the strength of the tree man is great, but in the big power, it is meaningless to hit the other party, and the power of the werewolf should not be underestimated, they also have more powerful claw armor, fangs, and the fragile body of the tree man, and they can't withstand the attack of the werewolf at all, in the attack just now, there is already such a precedent, the werewolf warrior, desperately injured, hugged the tree man, and bit him to death in a few clicks, in the end, it is still the shaman here who is too young, if you can summon the war tree man, Then the situation would not be the way it is now.

As for the vines, it is even more ridiculous, under the claws of the werewolves, there are strips of cloth that are easily torn, and the poison attached to them has no effect on the werewolves at all, not even to reduce their speed a little and make them dizzy. It can be said that the shaman's attack method has been completely defeated by these werewolves.

After thinking about the situation clearly, Bakai Mengman no longer had any illusions, looking at his brothers, Bakai Mengman nodded, and handed his staff to another shaman, "Ri Na Qi He, help me get it" Ri Na Qi He looked at his senior brother puzzled, is this going to give up?

I saw that Bakai Mengman took out a small jar from his arms, a golden metal jar, made very small, full of words of unknown meaning, and with red paint, the wavy ornamentation was rendered underneath. At the top of the jar, there was a small spire, looking at the werewolf slowly approaching on the opposite side, Bakai suddenly knelt down, "Immortal Heaven is above, bless my brother." Then, he pressed his thumb on the top of the jar, and a stream of blood flowed down the jar.

As if awakened, the golden jar flashed with a bright golden light, and the blood flowed down the grooves of the words on the jar, and every word seemed to come to life, and began to glisten. And the golden light is even more dazzling.

The wolves stopped a little puzzled, anyway, these are the meat on the board, the wolves are more concerned about not pushing them to rush and commit suicide, that is a big loss, you know, only by devouring them alive can their power be transformed into the power of the wolves, and the taste is more delicious.

But Bakai Mengman couldn't see these anymore, all his attention was focused on this small jar, and the juniors and disciples behind him were also at a loss, not knowing what he was doing.

I saw Bakai kneeling on the ground and began to chant the incantation loudly:

"I summon the Devourer with blood, I use my body to build bridges for the Devourer, I use my soul to show the way for the Devourer, ask the Devourer in the abyss to avenge my brother and destroy those who are enemies of the Shaman."