Nzingo's breath became tyrannical and calm, which was a blasphemy against his beliefs, but the other party was obviously not afraid and had the confidence to deal with him.

It's been a long time since I arrived in sequence three, relying on the knowledge passed down by each generation of priests, and I've also obtained some truths, but my heart is still pious, so it's the first time I've seen people who don't have much faith.

"Don't blaspheme our faith, you can leave."

"I'm just afraid that you will believe in the wrong people, but you might as well take refuge in my Lord, who is the great spiritual ruler of the past, the present, and the future...

"Say no more, don't question our loyalty."

Hermione, who didn't care too much, also left here and walked to the top of the volcano above, and preached it by hand, but whether it was successful or not was another matter, at least she did it herself.

The danger that is coming in this area, Nzingo, should also have some spiritual intuition, is it a relic of death? Or is it something? It's a pity not to show myself.

After a few strokes through the mountainside to the dense forest at the top of the mountain, the terrain was sunken in, like the inside of a bowl, and there was a pool of water in the middle of the side.

There were many extraordinary creatures in these places, and Hermione had seen a small tree man rooted next to the pool, so she hurried here to try her luck.

The twisted and cracked branches and trunks were a little shiny, with a few glowing leaves scattered around, and they had a certain spirituality, sensing that Hermione was a little frightened and wanted to shrink into the dirt.

"When will you grow up, find a few characteristics for you to feed, and it will probably take a long time to bear fruit."

Hermione touched the trunk of the tree that was a little hot, this was just a young tree man, with no characteristics, it is estimated that it will not grow much until he dies, and then a new tree man will be born on the corpse.

The juvenile treant was just the equivalent of a high sequence, and Hermione didn't know if it was 5 or 6, and only the precipitation characteristics were easy to tell.

Looking at the lonely guy, she didn't move, and after a few touches, she returned to the bulge edge above, which is estimated to have lived with these people of the Puer tribe for a long time, and there is no need to do this.

The fruit of the tree man! Feeding it a copy of the corresponding Sage trait should be able to blossom and bear fruit, but I don't know how long it will take, and it's hard to say whether it can survive and not become a monster.

After about half a turn, she saw a closed red flower on the head of the lava that flowed and solidified here, and slowly opened like a fire in the sunlight squeezing through the gap in the petals.

The surrounding area exudes a high temperature that burns ordinary people, and the scattered bits of light are like stars at night.

"Maybe the whole Puer tribe is just this one, you have to do something with people and things, this time I will help you beat up the people who come here."

The small mirror appeared, and the flower was sealed along with the lava base stone, and the first step was finally taken, and the first step was finally taken.

There are a lot of disturbing and protective magic methods in this area, and there are terrifying curses in some places, which should be left by Nzingo and her ancestors below.

She appreciates this act of protecting nature's legacy, and although she may have been kept in captivity, she at least encountered an extinct tree man.

Back at the lake, she left a transfer spell and some sigils on the surface of the lake, from which she could escape directly from the reflection.

"If someone comes to hit your attention in the future, remember to run quickly, after all, there may be a place for you to use in the future."

After finishing it, I picked a few wild fruits outside, it seems that the color is good, and it should be okay to go back and make a few life-saving elixirs.

In the southern continent, the milky white liquid from this green, emerald green fruit is one of the favorite healing drugs of the indigenous people.

"Dead silence."

The ancient language resounded among the tribal shantytowns, and the empty shanties and the surrounding ground were quickly covered in a dark package.

The tribe that had been bustling just now fell silent, and the birds that flew over fell to the ground, were swallowed up by the darkness, and then turned into rotting and came out of it.

The spirits of dead animals have appeared in this place, and they have broken and disappeared here as if they had been attacked.

On the mountainside, three spiders carried Onida and Nzinga's group to the shelter above, surrounded by some extraordinary local tamed creatures helping them carry their belongings.

The fire ravens in the sky turned into spears and shot at them all in the sky behind them, and those extraordinary creatures were oppressed by their instincts and fell directly to their knees.

Resisting fear, Oneida rolled over and pulled a few of the Puel tribesmen to hide under the spider's belly, hoping that the creatures would be able to resist.

Nzinga raised his scepter and emitted a yellow-green glow, fending off the first wave of attacks that had fallen, and quickly scattered his people into small groups towards the shelter behind.

The fire spear behind him condensed again, and he supported his body with his cane, and spat out blood from his mouth, even with the preparation given by his mother in advance, it was estimated that he could not withstand this second wave.

"Oneida, hurry up and take a few of them to find the strong man who came with you. The Puel tribe will remember you. ”

"Patriarch Nzinga, I'll leave with them."

Unpretentious, Oneida and the rest of the tribe stuffed a few children onto the back of a somewhat recovered spider, and hurried towards the dense forest above with a somewhat trembling spider.

The spear turned into a fire raven and scattered towards the departing, not intending to spare the fleeing people.

They turned into a ball of fire and stabbed at high speed, and Oneida was about to leave with the people, only to find that the spiders were suppressed to the ground by that breath.

Nzinga hurriedly waved his cane, and at the same time became a little illusory and flew into the air to resist the incoming flames, and the targeted attack directly made him change back to his original form.

If he didn't pay attention to the people who were leaving, he could have avoided it all.

Hermione, who had come down, noticed these things too, and the natives who were walking on the somewhat steep mountain road in a panic soon came to her. The young pulled the small ones, the old ones dragged back, and the flock of fire crows in the sky swept down directly.

She condensed the frost to block all these attacks, and the person who controlled it should be in their tribe, it was like a random attack.

Oneida and another old man of the tribe helped Nzinga, who was almost on the ground, and the fire crows that looked like they had eyes directly gathered and turned into spears and struck down.

"Take your people with you."

"Patriarch Nzinga, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape."

The spear destroyed the towering trees that stood in its way, scattering red flames to the group.

A translucent ice wall appeared, and the wide-eyed few people saw that Hermione, who had arrived in time, easily crushed the spear, and the ice wall fixed the scattered flames.

"I thought I would bring the army, but I didn't expect it to start directly ignoring the agreement."