"It's amazing. Ike exclaimed, and in his sight, the magic array that hid the camp was very mysterious.

"Wait, there's a powerful force coming towards us. Fernandez raised his hand and looked warily ahead.

"Hmmm... It could be that my arcane perception has touched some kind of guard ban. Ike thought for a moment before concluding.

"It's also possible that the monsters are hovering around the camp, so be careful. Fernandez said.

Roar!

Before long, a roar like a bear fell from the sky, and at the same time, a huge figure came from the mountain and the tree, and the momentum was terrifying.

"It's coming!, it's you!" Fernandez's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of banter, but more of a nostalgia.

"What kind of blind guy is coming to the Sympathy Tree Camp!" Hoffman roared, the huge leaves of the ancient trees swayed, and there were still some monsters running around!

"Haha! Dead bear face! Come out to see an old friend!" Fernández immediately released his own realm, and the familiar aura rushed away.

"This is..." Hoffman hesitated slightly after hearing Fernandez's shout, how could he not hear this voice, but in his memory, wasn't that guy sealed?

Could it be some kind of fantasy deliberately created by a creature who is good at the spirit system?

Thinking of this, Hoffman returned to his murderous appearance.

"Dead bear face! I can see clearly! Who am I! It's the same as before, my brain is tendoned!" Fernández couldn't guess Hoffman's mind when he looked at him.

"Fernandez, you're really an old immortal!"

Closer, Hoffman's eyes lit up, although illusion can create illusions, it cannot replicate the products of rules such as legendary seals and epic emblems.

The Fernandez in front of him is a real epic powerhouse! The epic emblem he has is also the pattern in his memory!

"I'm out!Haha, I didn't expect it!"

Goodbye old friend, Fernandez is like a world away, but the heroism of the battlefield in his heart has not changed at all.

"Unexpected, really unexpected!"

Hoffman hugged Fernandez and slammed his giant fists into his back, his eyes moist.

"Ahem!Stop fighting, you bastard!I'm going to be beaten to death by you!" Fernandez's face turned red, no matter how powerful he was, he was also a mage, how did his physique compare to that of a warrior?

Not to mention that Hoffman is also an epic powerhouse, even if he is a legend or a seventh-order warrior, he can easily be injured.

"Hehe, don't get excited, forget your little bamboo pole-like body. Hoffman laughed heartily.

"Go, go, where is the bamboo pole?" said Fernandez, unpleasantly.

"The Grand Duke is very happy. Dante said later.

Fernandez gave everyone the impression that he was calm, kind, and like a gentleman. But now a mouthful of Lao Tzu, like a rough man, is really shocking.

"This is the nature of the Grand Duke, when the Grand Duke entered the army alone, he also climbed up step by step from the bottom, if he was completely angry, he would have been swallowed by the battlefield long ago. Amiro smiled and rubbed his nose with his index finger.

"Old Immortal, how did you escape?"

After a long pause, Hoffman calmed down and then curious.

You must know that the primordial magic array can't even deal with the prophet, he had planned to wait until he rescued the great prophet before going to the fiefdom to save this old friend, who would have thought that Fernandez would come out earlier than the great prophet.

"I met a bunch of great lads who rescued me. Fernandez turned his head and looked at Ike and the others with a soft gaze.

"They?" Hoffman noticed a few people on the side, "is this true?"

"Yes!" Fernandez nodded heavily at Hoffman's stunned countenance.

It was nothing more than Hoffman being so surprised, after all, the realm of Ike and the others was still too weak for the creatures living in the Abyss Demon Domain.

What's more, how could something that not even a prophet could solve by this group of imps?

"It's mainly him. Fernandez pointed at the void and pointed out Ike, and then he didn't sell it, and directly told the whole process.

"Divine Scholar, Hellsovereign!" Hoffman's whole body trembled, and after a breath, he suddenly appeared beside Ike, and grabbed Ike's arm with his big rough hand, "It's you! It must be you! Go! Follow me! Go to the Prophet!"

"What?" Ike was confused, and before he could react, he was pulled away by Hoffman.

"What's the situation, where are you taking Ike?" Nafi said, surprised.

Not only him, but also the people of Aragorn were at a loss.

"Dead bear face, what are you doing? Why is the teacher so impatient? I really don't know how a guy like you broke through the epic!" Fernandez had already adapted to Hoffman's fiery personality, and watched him leave with Ike before saying, "Let's go, let's go together!"

"Uncle, uncle, don't worry, I can't run, I can go. Ike couldn't stop laughing and crying right now.

The wind was speeding all the way, and all he could hear was the wind in his ears.

"You're walking too slowly! And I'm right to be in a hurry! Who made us wait for so many years! Hehe!" Hoffman's face bloomed with joy, and his speed couldn't help but increase.

It took dozens of breaths for Hoffman to lead Ike through the outer area of the Tree of Sympathy Camp and into the plaza.

His madness also attracted everyone's attention, and they all gathered around the square, knowing that something big was happening.

At this time, in the square, the old man had only heard the news obtained by Daniel on the front foot, and Hoffman had arrived on the back foot.

"Hoffman, you're so unruly. Daniel said lightly, and the somewhat disgruntled and frizzy Hoffman ran into the prophet.

"Daniel, you go first, come on, prophet, is it the prophesied one?" Hoffman didn't bother to talk to Daniel, and directly brought Akra over.

"Whew-whew-" Ike stood still, gasping and rubbing his shoulders, his body strengthened several times by the Hellsovereign, but he still couldn't stand Hoffman's brutal treatment.

It is worthy of the bear people, this power is really terrifying.

"Huh?" Daniel frowned, not because of Hoffman's insulting words, but because of Ike's appearance!

"Him!" the old man raised his head slightly, and his dark eyes turned a terrible white!

It turns out that this prophet was born blind!

"Prophet Gullayil?"

Just a face, before the old man could speak, Ike was the first to recognize his identity.

Gullayl Pava, one of the only two prophets of the barbarians, is a true master of totemic magic and occult apothecary.

The people of the Great Northwest are fierce, and the barbarians, orcs and other wild races thrive there, and also create a prosperous system that is different from other places.

But because of the harsh environment, there are very few great prophets born in the Great Northwest Region, but once they are born, they are far stronger than ordinary Great Prophets!

In the same way, don't look at Gurayil as just a prophet, but after using some of the power of the inheritance, he is enough to rival the Great Prophet!

There are no great prophets in the barbarian generation, only two prophets, but in the Scholars Association, the status of the two is equal to the great prophet!

Gullayl may not have been prominent in technologically powerful places such as the Gama Empire, but in the Great Northwest, he was a highly respected priest of earth witches.