Versatile Mage

Behind this scene, Movan was also more certain that the two brothers of Holy Bear were absolutely no good, and that these animals from the Holy Fire Forest could not even describe them as dead spirits.

They are more like living specimens, tortured by fire, surrounded by pain, and released completely when they are needed to avenge this nature!

“Burning the mountains and sitting on top of them, your country really has no basic restraint on scum, and this cruel thing can be done.” Movan retreated a distance.

These sacrificed animals are indeed much scarier than dead spirits. The resentment of dead spirits is not as great as they are. To the eyes of these animals, they will burn to ashes at any moment!

“Your country has many things to do with live roasted animals to taste, and what qualifies me to teach them, not to mention the fact that those forests are my property, and I have given them the right to live and, naturally, to sacrifice them.” Kunoy said in disdain.

Witchfire Hundred Beasts.

Originally a very ordinary group of animals, these are not even demons, but after this horrible and cruel sacrifice of fire, they are turned into the most horrible army of evil witches, the so-called Sacrificial Hundred Beast Warrior under the throne of the Holy Bear.

They stared at Movan, and by order of Kunoy, they rushed collectively towards Movan.

Half the wolves were burned down, and the power of one claw was staggering. Movan was surrounded by a circle of star dust and gravel guarded, but could not stand the claw of this evil wolf beast.

Back a little bit, the red oil-poured ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked open, and one of the ugly, disgusting rat-faced monsters drilled out and bit it directly towards Movan's knee bone position.

Mofan quickly summoned the crushed stone rings, armed his legs into black heavy armored legs, and lifted them up and stepped on the meat sauce of the rat-faced monster who could drill under the rolling earth.

“Huh!!!! ”

There was also a flaming buffalo, roaring from the other side of Movan, and vicious resentment became the stare of death that could crucify a person in one place.

Like a madman who tries to belong together, his body is full of fire, but he's going to die embracing others!

The fire buffalo rushed up not so far as to crush Movan with barbaric force, but to spread the tormented fire on Movan and let him feel the pain of this forest witch fire together.

This fire of pain is absolutely unbearable to ordinary people, and it even burns the spirit and burns the soul.

It is clear to Movan that such an attack no longer cares how intense and hot the flames are, it is an ancient Nordic witchcraft that uses the deterrent power of hundreds of beasts throughout nature to convey resentment and fear.

The gaze of a buffalo set Movan apart.

A fox's demon fire can also burn Movan, the heavenly species.

In this forest of fire, Movan is like the most ordinary human being.

Instead, these hundreds of beasts buried in the fires are like cow ghost snake gods, with very strange and bizarre skills.

“No one can escape from the Spirit of the Beast safely and taste the pain. It's definitely longer than you think!” Kunoy grinned brutally, looking more like a morbid maniac.

Mofan is trapped in the siege of a hundred beasts, which, if not surprisingly, should be Kunoy's absolute ban, no matter how powerful he is and how far he falls between the two, and once the absolute ban has been fully implemented, the opponent must abide by the rules in this ban.

But absolute forbidden boundaries are not invincible boundaries, it is a way of breaking them. At this time, we cannot simply compare our efforts with those of our opponents to repair them. Instead, we need to find more calm and calm to find the breaking of this absolute forbidden boundaries.

“Heart painting, quiet! ”

Just as Movan was about to turn his head, an empty voice echoed in his mind.

This voice is so familiar that it comes from Summer Heart.

There was a smoky fire surrounding it, all surrounded by the faint-faced fire witches, but with the sound of summer and hearts gently echoing, Movan felt suddenly wrapped in a clear, cool winter breeze.

Soon, the horrible scene was changing rapidly, just as Xuxu, full of death, had been transformed into something magical by a magical brush that turned everything into an early winter scene, calm and peaceful.

There are no buoyant and fierce beasts, no smoky fires, even less fierce screams.

Movan's heart has completely calmed down, and the beast in front of him has completely disappeared, and the pain has been eliminated.

“Looks like your trick was easily discovered.” Movan smiled and stared at Kunoy.

Kunoy jumped like Ray at the moment.

What kind of spell is it? It can turn its forest of witchcraft into a shadow all at once. This is not pure illusion and attacking mind, but real existence, more like a witchcraft summons, powerful enough to torture any top superior magician all over the body scales.

Kunoy glanced at another place and discovered that a beautiful woman riding a unicorn sometime appeared on this battlefield. Her long black brown hair was softly combed on her waist limbs and her hair was tied behind her ears, revealing a beautiful look.

“Old Santa, get rid of her!” Kunoy points to the summer position, some angry.

The other party is a psychic magician and seems to know some ancient magic. It is not a common character to be able to easily break down one's absolute prohibition.

“Don't worry, just a little girl.” Old Santer walked forward.

He measured the bright unicorn he was riding in the summer, with a few surprises on his face.

This European sacred beast is not available to ordinary people, and most importantly, this bright unicorn is not her covenant beast, but a mount.

“You must be from a big family. We Nordic bears don't like offenders. Just because people like you are allowed to play wild on our heads, let me see what your little girl has to say!” Old Santer laughed confidently with a few lessons.

The bright unicorn took a light step and made a very regular and elegant tone, walking one step at a time towards Old Santa.

Nor did Summer's eyes move away from Old Santer, who felt a pounding mountain of snow peaks, pushing herself a little bit.

The closer you get, the bigger and more oppressive the snow peaks are.

Finally, just when Heart Summer appeared in front of him, Old Santer sweated directly on his knees and could not climb up no matter how supportive his hands were!!