He let out a cry and stretched out greatly...Looking at this guy's huge body, the priests' faces began to turn as green as the Scythe Beast's body.

The more critical a situation is, the more people will use their most primitive power.

When the ancestor Sickle Beast stretched and didn't see me, I had already dragged a certain part in front of its tail. Contrary to what others later said, I didn't know exactly where I put my hand on it at the time...

Anyway, my palms are so big, so it’s not too much to find a suitable place to start.

At that time, I was very nervous about the safety of the people above me. I forgot for a moment that I was blessed with magic, and I used too much strength... So, it seemed like something was broken by me... Please believe me, I am not very strong either.

Make sure of this...

This incident made me particularly regretful, because it directly caused my future enemies to be particularly careful about their waists when fighting with me in the future, making it very rare for me to have the opportunity to repeat this situation...

Anyway, I made this guy angry.

Its body twitched violently, its head swayed unsteadily, and its two sickle-shaped front paws tore the things around it into pieces. Several younger sickle beasts acted as scapegoats... The sharp screams made the altar rise and fall.

People and monsters all stopped!

Everyone looked at it and didn't know what to do. After it tore off a corner of the altar, it turned around and saw me. When it saw the burnt black piece of "evidence" on my left hand, it yelled again!

My ears are "buzzing".

"No, no, no, no... I'm sorry!" I stammered to it: "I, I, I, I... I didn't know you would care so much about it, you, you, you... you are a lot older, and

Also...it's not often used..."

It's not because of fear, I stammered under the influence of a deep apology. We all share the same life, so let's not talk about killing. But if you break someone else's... I don't know if there is a popular saying here that "people can't be killed."

"Insult"?

"Run!" someone yelled, it seemed to be this kid Fichet!

Before I could turn around, the tail of the ancestor Scythe Beast bounced off the ground, and a "swish!" sound hit me in the chest.

I moved my left hand horizontally, and although I blocked the blow, my palm wearing a knight's glove was stuck in the hard shell at its tail and I couldn't get it out! Seeing that it had begun to turn around, I didn't care to pull it out first.

Come on, run away!

I couldn't run down the steps because the steps below were crowded with people, so I had to run all the way down the steps.

The ancestor Scythe Beast was dragged and screamed wildly, but because of my fast speed, it couldn't find a chance to turn around. Its body was too long. If it didn't turn around, its claws wouldn't be able to reach me.

The altar is made of big stones, and the rest of the place is very smooth except for the steps. I used the wind technique to fly in front, and the dragged sickle beast was screaming all the way behind!

I ran across the battle line. Whether they were soldiers or monsters, they all looked at me blankly, as if they had forgotten about the war. After running for a long distance, the monsters on the battle line turned around and started to "boom!"

Chasing me...maybe not chasing me, but chasing the thing I am dragging...

I don't dare to slack off at all. I know that if I slow down just a little bit, my life will be gone!

The monsters in front of me saw me running towards me, and all screamed to avoid them. They didn't chase after me until I ran past. There were already a bunch of monsters behind me, some big and some small. I don't know why this happened, I only know

I am very tired.

Several elf magicians flew over my head and kept adding magic to me. There were also magicians who used magic to attack the thing I was dragging from a distance.

The ancestor Scythemon that I dragged in agony screamed and waved its claws, and kept slashing at various monsters that accidentally ran around. Along the way, sand and rocks flew, and the body was broken... Of course, you can't say to the monsters: "

Look, this is a hellhound, this is a two-headed wolf... They are all your brothers... You have to be polite to them..." They didn't seem to have this concept in their minds.

After running for a while, I realized something was wrong. I should run around the altar so that the magician on the altar could kill this old immortal monster.

So I began to gradually change my route, and made a circle not far from the altar. I never thought about what I would do after this old immortal was killed, and whether the large number of monsters behind him would be spared.

I... I just run anyway.

How else can we say that Warcraft is Warcraft? Just now, I thought these guys were scary, but now these idiots only know how to get along with me. They no longer think about rushing to the altar to kill people, and they all follow me wholeheartedly to practice long-distance running.

I remember watching a movie in my previous life. There was a guy named "Forrest Gump" running around like this, but I was better than him because the thing following me would eat people...

The sickle beast was dragged away by me, its weak abdomen was scraped to pieces with blood from the ground, and it was constantly being hit by magic from the altar. Especially after several magic attacks from Uncle Wilbur, its body was already on fire.

I think this scene must be very spectacular, I am like a burning man, dragging a long fire bug, followed by a large number of followers...
Chapter completed!