In the chaotic centaur camp, a centaur guard who was about to follow Orem out caught a glimpse of the iron cage holding the three bears.

With them, there may be an unexpected joy, strange thoughts flashed through his heart.

The sudden thought made him hesitate for a moment, and he raised his horse's hooves and ran towards the rusty iron cage.

The centaur guard's unintentional move gave Ovore a good opportunity to obtain the demiartifact.

The Whitefishman's beard kept locking on the breath of the three bears, and the Centaur Guard's approach to the iron cage undoubtedly angered the Whitefishman's Scales.

As soon as the centaur guard made a gesture close to the iron cage, he was locked by the Whitefishmen.

The unexpected joy of the centaur guard came so quickly, his hand had just touched the iron cage, and the afterimage flashed, a distance of tens of meters, with the agility of the white fish man now, it only took an instant to cross.

"Sting!"

The Centaur Guard's reaction speed was no match for the Centaur Khan, and he didn't even notice that the Whitefishmen were coming at him.

The sharp claws of the fishman cut off the centaur guards neatly!

The centaur guards didn't even have time to exhale screams, and they were killed instantly!

The blood that spurted out stained the white face of the white fish-man, and even dripped into the mouth teeth of the fish-man with a huge arc.

Behind the Whitefishman, a centaur saber shield bearer saw the Whitefishman stop in front of him with his back to him, thought he had a chance, roared angrily, lifted his axe and slashed at the Whitefishman's broad back that had not yet grown bone arrows!

"Annoying ants. The white fishman scolded in a cold tone. 、

These centaurs are nothing more than an unrelated alien race in the eyes of the Whitefish People.

In this dense forest where the weak eat the strong and the fittest survive, there is no need to have mercy for strangers.

What's more, they still have the hatred of the bear monster for the whitefish people.

In the sight of the centaur sword and shield hand, the figure of the white fish man in front of him suddenly faded strangely, and suddenly disappeared out of thin air in half a breath.

The axe of the centaur shield man fell, but only slashed into the air.

This is the illusion brought by the afterimage brought by the excessive agility and perverted speed.

The centaur sword and shield man's senses were not sharp enough, and he thought that the Whitefishman was still in place, but in fact the Whitefishman had already come to him.

It's not a contest between creatures of the same level at all.

Lord-level creatures can occupy a territory, and higher-level overlord-level creatures can reach a level where the world can reach a level where they can be reached with caution.

In the next moment, the centaur sword and shield hand only felt a sharp pain in his waist, and the connection between the horse's back and waist had been broken by the sharp claws of the white fish man.

The whirling head rolled around, and finally let him see the white-skinned monster in front of him before he died.

The Centaur Shield Bearer followed in the footsteps of the Centaur Guard, and flew up in the air to spray a large amount of hot red blood on his upper body, pouring the white fishman into his body.

Bloody, the white fish-man's jade-white armor was stained with eye-catching red blood columns.

At this moment, the White Fishman showed the brutal side of the Fishman to the fullest.

The centaur warriors watching around did not dare to attack the terrible white-skinned monster on their own without the Khan's orders.

What are you kidding, you can't even catch the movement trajectory of this white-skinned monster, how can you fight this?

The headless body of the centaur guard in front of him fell to the ground, limbs and legs twitching unconsciously, and the whitefishman stepped forward to the iron cage.

"Uncle Bai!" Unlike the two bears who were still whimpering, Xiong Daqiang shouted at the White Fish Man with fear and sorrow.

The hideous appearance of the white fish people that originally frightened them seemed to be so safe and reliable at this moment.

"Bear with me, stay inside first. The Whitefishman reached out and nodded at the bear's big head, and lifted the iron cage in his hand.

From the large iron pot on one side and the discarded white bones around it, the Whitefish Man could already smell the Lady Bear Monster.

Of course, I have already guessed what will happen to her.

The white fish-man had a keen senses, and already knew that the ursa monster on the shelf that had been drained of life force was no different from death.

The Bear Monster couple died at the hands of the Centaur Clan, and the three cubs are afraid that they will have to integrate into the life of the Nightkin tribe in the future.

After comforting the three little bears, the killing intent in the hearts of the white fish people began to boil.

During this time, Owori had been protected by a group of centaur sabers and shieldmen, and had reached the bottom of the dark fingers.

He ignored the ursa monster, whose breath of life was almost impossible to die at any moment.

Bending down and reaching out, Ovori picked up the Caron scepter, which had turned black.

As soon as the Caron Scepter was in his hands, it brought a chill that penetrated Owori's body, and Ovoli couldn't help but shudder.

"Was the forging successful?"

"And how do you use it?" Owori asked.

"The artifact you want hasn't taken shape yet. A familiar voice came straight out of Owori's head as he gripped the Caron scepter.

"It's you!" Oldory was startled by the sudden voice in his head, and his hand trembled and nearly threw the Caron Scepter to the ground.

Immediately Oldrey recognized the familiar voice, wasn't it the voice of the gray figure who had told him how to sacrifice in his dream.

This sound, which only appears in sleep, appeared at this moment when Owori was in his clearest mind.

Owori subconsciously looked at the pitch-black magic finger that was still stuck in mid-air, is it the owner of this voice?

"Don't waste time, if you continue to consume it, the portal you have consumed to summon your life force will soon dissipate. The voice owner spoke.

Sure enough, Owori noticed that the Blood River Gate began to vibrate incessantly, the color began to fade with the shock, and the power of teleportation was rapidly collapsing.

"Why did you break the promise to stop forging artifacts?" Owori asked angrily as he faced the Dark Finger.

"Don't be angry, I spent a lot of energy to resist the corpse that fell from the sky and almost smashed the sacrifice. The vitality of the current sacrifice is no longer enough for me to continue forging the artifact. ”

"Don't worry, I've given a spell to this skull, you just need to lure that white fish-man over and injure it, and offer a second sacrifice, and I can continue to forge a powerful artifact for you......"

"Of course, time is running out, and the portal will dissipate into ......invisibility at any time."

Time was pressing, and in the face of the murderous white fish man, under the temptation of the mysterious demon, Owori gritted his teeth and had no choice but to agree.

He could only hope that the spell given by this mysterious demon was strong enough to really kill the Whitefish Man.

Closing his eyes, the eerie voice in Owori's head began to silently recite a simple spell language.

The spell was quickly imprinted into Owori's mind.