Summer in the Misty Mountains always comes and goes.

Here, at least half of the year is defined by winter, and the next half of the year is divided between spring and autumn, and only at certain times does the sun spread its light and heat on the land.

As a result, the snow and ice will melt, a short flood season will come, and many temporary streams will form in the mountains.

Fang Senyan inserted his hand into the incomparably cool stream in front of him, the coldness seemed to pierce straight into the bone marrow, and he poured a few snow on his face. Next to Annell. A natural spell appeared on the alder's finger: Detect Poison, and then nodded with satisfaction as she looked at the unchanged spell light:

"The water here is unpolluted, Lord Guardian."

Fang Senyan took a few sips of the clear stream water, and the droplets of water left from his fingers flowed through his neck like ice lines into his chest, the ground shook slightly, and the huge tree man Mr. Farrell also came to the downstream of the stream, he directly stepped into the water with his heavy feet, and pulled off the spears, stone axes and other things embedded in the wooden body without care.

Mr. Farrell smiled angrily like a child's urn, and fell directly down in the middle of the stream below, allowing his body to fully absorb the water, and the hands of several elves shone with emerald green healing light, so the scars on his body were rapidly healing, and the huge tree man urn said angrily:

"There are still so many filthy orcs in the Misty Mountains."

Dises. Elder Sugen looks quite old, his beard and hair are all white, but his dress is quite avant-garde, and it can be said that he is at the forefront of mainland fashion at any time. He looked at the hateful road in the distance:

"Every time we find enough people to come out, these orc bunnies will run away without a trace, but once we run out of manpower and want to go deep into the Misty Mountains, we will provoke these large number of guys! According to our speculation, this has a lot to do with the effective command of the strong orcs scattered among them. ”

The group rested for half an hour, and then set off, when he had just crossed a hill, Fang Senyan smiled suddenly:

"I'm really hoping that these orcs will come a little bit more, and if I take out these guys a little bit more now, then there will be a lot less pressure on my next plan. Franklin, what is the use of your illusion for us now? ”

After Franklin was released from prison, he was not busy looking for Mr. Wright, who had led the team at the beginning, to find the task, but very wisely came directly to Fang Senyan and they hugged their thighs, and it happened that Fang Senyan was also aware of the sense of crisis at this time, so the two sides hit it off and took him with him.

After listening to Fang Senyan's questioning, Franklin immediately knew that this was a test similar to an interview, so he said seriously:

"It depends on what you need me to focus on, I can use illusions to confuse orcs and make it difficult for them to find the right targets, and I can use illusion rays to strike at enemies. It's just that although the elves who accompanied me are powerful, I noticed that most of them are mainly long-range attacks, so I think what is missing in the team now is the filling that can charge ahead. ”

"That's a good point." Fang Senyan looked at the bottom of the hill again at this time, and a large group of half-orcs kept coming, and began to assemble under the leadership of the strong orcs, preparing to attack: "So what is your plan?" ”

Franklin didn't reply, apparently intending to act directly, he raised the staff he had just obtained with both hands, and chanted a long, obscure incantation, which could be seen to be cast on the target of the giant tree man, Mr. Farrell. …,

At the sound of Franklin's chanting, a thick white mist began to float from the giant treant, Mr. Farrell, but the person concerned did not feel anything out of the ordinary.

The dense white mist rolled very quickly, and soon began to coalesce in the clearing next to the giant treant, Mr. Farrell, and finally formed a thick, dense cloud of mist that looked similar in size to the treant.

After about ten seconds, Franklin's spell ended, and the white mist began to drift away, and next to the giant tree man, Mr. Farrell, a giant tree man that looked exactly like him appeared again!

Franklin wiped a handful of sweat and said proudly:

"The vitality and defense of this illusion of mine are exactly the same as Mr. Farrell's, except that the normal attack power has been weakened to 33%, and it can only inherit Mr. Farrell's passive ability, and cannot obtain its active ability, and it cannot be cured."

Fang Senyan's eyes lit up and said:

"So how long can it last?"

Franklin Road:

"Thirty minutes, the higher my intelligence, the longer it lasts, because the strength of Mr. Farrell, the giant treant, is very strong, so after I copy it, I can no longer use any illusion-related abilities."

"Understood." Fang Senyan said: "Then can this ability of yours be used against the contractor?" ”

"No problem. But it has to be cooperated by the illusion-maker. Franklin Road.

At this time, the orcs under the hillside had already begun to charge, and Mr. Farrell, the huge tree man, simply pulled up a tree from the side, and strode to the edge of the hillside.

The illusion created by Franklin had already blocked Mr. Farrell's face, and he simply ate the first wave of attacks from these orcs - these attacks included many lit spears, flaming axes, etc., which had additional damage to the giant treemen, but the illusion didn't care about this.

The elves also began to attack, each elf is a natural archer, their longbows even have verdant branches and leaves, seemingly primitive, but not without losing the exquisite, the front of the arrows they shoot have a foot long light green light, once shot into the body of the orc, the light will grow violently like a root, squeezing into the muscles and internal organs, making people extra painful.

Anel. Alder was wielding his staff, and he could feel that he was mobilizing the natural forces around his body, and after these originally vibrant energies converged on his staff, they became even more vigorous, forming a light cluster on the top of his staff.

Once a strong orc dared to enter his range, the light cluster at the top of the staff would shoot out a gentle white light, which seemed to be injected into the strong orc's legs, and then, you could actually see that the strong orc's legs grew and expanded strangely! It's like accelerating the secondary development! In this process, the whole body is still in an ordinary state, so in the end, it is often the legs of the strong orcs who grow beyond the limit of the body, and the flesh and blood are scattered and shattered, which is very miserable!

Anel. This ability of the alder can be said to be a strange enhancement of the ability of healing in another direction, and it turned out that the ability to save people turned into a terrifying ability to kill and hurt people! It can be seen from this that Anel. This person is indeed an outlier among the elves, his thinking is often unbelievable and unique, no wonder Fang Senyan's Sun Ladder has inspired him very strongly.

Obviously, the half-orcs and strong orcs were also subordinate to the Dark King's subordinates, so Fang Senyan and the others found that even if these allies killed these creatures, they could also get fate points, but the number was very small, ten half-orcs could only get a little fate points, and one strong orc could get a little fate points. …,

If they kill it with their own hands, then the orcs will give one fate point, and the strong orcs will give ten points.

Despite the fierce attack of the elves, the number of orcs was overwhelmingly superior after all, and they soon rushed to the top of the hill.

At this time, Mr. Farrell, the giant tree man, suddenly raised the "wooden stick" in his hand, and then swept violently!

The illusion created by Franklin absorbed most of the ranged damage instead of Mr. Farrell, so at this time, this powerful tree man was still a dragon spirit, and the trunk he waved was originally seven or eight meters long, and under a sweep, at least a dozen orcs were smashed by their hands and feet, and fell down the hillside, and the last drop point of the trunk hit the hillside, directly forming a terrifying explosion crater, and the half-orcs close to this explosion crater were all bloody and bloody, and died miserably.

At this time, Fang Senyan saw that the half-orcs surging below were still continuous, like a tide, and he suddenly spoke:

"Attention, I am about to exercise the power that the Most High God has given me."

Fang Senyan's words were addressed to the elves, among whom Mr. Farrell, the tree man, was the most curious, because he had heard those elves talk about Fang Senyan's Virus King ability before, and this time he came with him, and he didn't say that he wanted to see it.

“3,2,1。” Fang Senyan slowly counted down, and then activated the ability of the Virus King, and the illusion of the demonic plant Sun Ladder resurfaced behind him. The invisible aura of the virus is like the tide of time, and it spreads rapidly in all directions!

At this time, a loud "bang" sounded, and the ground shook slightly, and it turned out to be a huge treeman, and the branches and leaves on Mr. Farrell's body were rattling, and all of a sudden his heavy knees fell to the ground, and the trunk he was carrying also fell to the ground with a "bang", and his wooden face, the expression was shocked and distorted:

"Why, why is there such a plant!! Impossible, such a feeling......... Ahh ”

This chapter is a supplement to last night. There are three more watches today.

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