"Human, get out of the way!"

As the roar of the six-winged commander sounded, Fang Xingyang instinctively turned his head to look at the door.

only to find that the six-winged commander was staring at him with a panicked expression, as if something terrible existed around him.

In the next second, a dull sound of breaking wind suddenly hit him overhead.

Before Fang Xingyang realized what was going on, a dark red giant claw slapped his entire body to the ground.

"Quick! Witch doctor, go up and save people! ”

For a moment, the shouts of the six-winged commander resounded through the castle.

After the spell master's giant claw was slapped, Fang Xingyang's eyes suddenly darkened.

He felt like he had been turned into a big pie and had been slapped the scorching iron pot.

There was hot pot oil flowing from his body and under his body, and his body gradually became numb under the stimulation of the severe pain, and even the pain seemed to be reduced a lot.

But it didn't take long for the small picture in my mind that had been black for a long time to light up again.

"Baba~Baba......"

The projectile pitcher struggled out of his arms, and when he saw his master's terrible appearance, he closed his eyes in despair and rubbed his head against his face.

Beside them, a completely out-of-control enchanterer roared like a beast.

She seemed to be angry that she didn't slap the lump of wood in Fang Xingyang's arms, waving her arms and claws to come up and smash Fang Xingyang and the projectile pitcher to pieces.

But with the six-winged commander in the middle, it was difficult for her to get close to Fang Xingyang even half a step.

The six-winged commander was surrounded by surging natural elemental power, and the elemental storm of the six elements continued to erode the sorcerer's body, draining her newly recovered strength.

On Fang Xingyang's side, a dark elf in a white robe gently landed beside him, frowning at the miserable pile of meat on the ground.

He stretched out his hand to Fang Xingyang, and a magic circle like a huge cage shrouded Fang Xingyang in it.

For a moment, the roar of magic resounded through the hall, drowning out the roar of the magician on the other side.

[Ding - High Healing Magic Detected, Current Recovery Level: 18%, 19%, 20% ......]

[Ding - Complete the hidden event [Hidden Strength] to get rewards: Qing'er Opinion +2, Six Wings Commander Opinion +3, [Dark Elf Family] Reputation +10]

In the broadcast of the sound system, Fang Xingyang's body gradually regained consciousness.

The pain from all over his body rushed into his brain, and his body twitched violently as if he had been electrocuted.

"Click-click......"

Every time his body moved, a bone-like friction sound would come from his body, if it weren't for the perspective of a projectile pitcher in his head, Fang Xingyang couldn't believe what he was going through-

I saw that the witch doctor of the dark elves was actually holding a bottle of glue-like things to stick to the broken bones on his body!

And in terms of texture, the liquid in that bottle was not like the saliva of their dark elves, but a kind of glue!

Because the glue is so thick that it can pull out slender filaments after use......

The witch doctor expertly sliced through his skin with his knife, and then found every misplaced bone from his body as if he had opened a clairvoyance.

Finally, the bones are put together in the correct position, glue is poured, and the wound is healed by the healing circle......

The whole process was as smooth as having been rehearsed countless times in advance, and it was seen that Fang Xingyang's three views all collapsed.

Come on! I'm a living person! You can't stick it with glue!

He complained frantically in his heart, if this body could move, he would definitely run away with rolling and crawling, and he would never be persecuted like this again!

"Ba...... Baba ......"

It was the first time that the projectile pitcher had seen such a rude way of repair, and when he saw his master's body being mended, mended and cut, two crystal tears gradually appeared in its eyes.

All of this he experienced was seen by Fang Xingyang from the perspective of the projectile pitcher, but at this moment, as the projectile pitcher's tears flowed out, the vision in Fang Xingyang's mind also became blurred.

His body was about to be "repaired" by the witch doctor, but in the last step, Fang Xingyang saw that the witch doctor seemed to have taken something out of him and put it in his pocket.

Unfortunately, the projectile pitcher's eyes were blurred with tears, and he didn't see what the witch doctor was in his hands, but he felt that the thing was red, long, and about the size of a palm......

When he was done, the witch doctor smiled and reached out and patted the projectile pitcher's head.

"Okay little one, don't worry, your master, you'll wake up soon."

"Witch Doctor, something isn't quite right with this witch troll, come and see what's going on with her!"

On the other side, the Serapus reached out and clamped the sorcerer's arms, his sharp gaze scanning back and forth over the sorcerer, trying to find out why she was so berserk.

The moment the witch doctor's gaze fell on the witch magician, Fang Xingyang saw a bright light flash on the lens of his glasses.

"Hmm...... No curses, no bad food, extreme physical exhaustion, extreme mental confusion, and super aggressive ......"

"It should be that she was crazy after being subjected to too strong mental shock, and it cannot be ruled out that this situation may be caused by the indelible psychological shadow left by this gentleman, but ...... I'm sorry, General, but this situation can't be saved. ”

The witch doctor spread his hands helplessly.

The six-wing commander was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, he looked at the magician, who was immobilized by his own grip in front of the wall.

The sharpness in his gaze turned to a hint of pity.

"Really...... Can't help it......"

The witch doctor took a deep breath, "Yes General, the spirit has been confused to the extent that it is beyond the physical range to bear, and even treatment in this case is a waste of resources, to put it bluntly...... God can't save him anymore. ”

"Give her a good time, everything that happened to her today has been witnessed by my people, although I don't know if it was this gentleman who directly caused her to become like this, but...... To give her a happy ending is also to say that we have done all our benevolence. ”

The Serena Commander was silent for a moment before closing his eyes, and behind him, three pairs of giant wings flapped violently, and a devastating wind suddenly generated, crushing the sorcerer against the wall.

The Six-Winged Commander drew his greatsword behind him, his compassionate gaze falling on the sorcerer's hideous face.

"Wait......"

Suddenly, there seemed to be a wilting sound coming from the ground.

The eyes of the dark elves turned to Fang Xingyang together.

"Baba~Baba!" The projectile pitcher saw him get up from the ground, as if he were used to standing on his shoulder.

Jumped in his face at once.

For a moment, countless roots-like legs filled his mouth and nose at the same time, brushing back and forth on his face like a brush that could move on its own.

The fatal feeling of suffocation instantly made Fang Xingyang struggle on the ground with his hands and feet.

Such an unusual behavior made the dark elves confused.

They all frowned, and their expressions seemed to be thinking: This human is afraid that there is some serious illness, right?

The witch doctor's glasses flashed with a cold light again.

He stepped forward and lifted the projectile pitcher from Fang Xingyang's face.

Curiously, he put it in front of him and sniffed.

Then there was a low roar at the projectile pitcher like a beast baring its teeth.

Frightened, the projectile pitcher immediately (〃>_<; 〃) curled up into a small ball.

The next second, the witch doctor suddenly opened his mouth and bit down on the dense leg under the projectile pitcher.

Before the projectile pitcher could react, the witch doctor had already bitten off many of his legs and eaten them into his stomach.

At the moment when the swallowing sound came, Fang Xingyang and the projectile pitcher were horrified to find that the witch doctor, who had been kind more than ten seconds ago, seemed to be a different person at this time, and his eyes were full of chilling evil......