Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

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

It has been a long time since I arrived at Sequence Three. Relying on the knowledge passed down by each generation of priests, I have also obtained certain truths, but I am still devout in my heart. This is the first time for someone who is disrespectful and does not have much faith.

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

"I'm just worried that you believe in the wrong person. It's better to surrender to our Lord. He is the great ruler of the spiritual world, existing in the past, present and future...

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

Hermione, who didn't pay too much attention, left here and walked to the top of the volcano, where she taught him a lesson. Whether it was successful or not is another matter, but at least she did it herself.

Nzingo should also have some spiritual intuition about the danger that is coming to this area. Is it a relic of the God of Death? Or something? It's a pity that I didn't take a look at it for myself.

After several passes through the mountainside, we reached the dense forest at the top of the mountain. The inside was an indented terrain, like the inside of a bowl, with a pool of water in the middle of the side.

There are many extraordinary creatures in these places, and Hermione also saw a small tree man taking root next to the pool, so she quickly came here to try her luck.

The twisted and cracked branches and trunks were a little crystal clear, with a few glowing leaves hanging here and there. They had a certain spirituality, and when they sensed Hermione's approach, they were a little scared and wanted to shrink into the soil.

"When will you grow up? If I feed you some traits, it will probably take a long time to bear fruit."

Hermione touched the slightly heated tree trunk. This was just a young tree man. It had no characteristics and would probably not grow until it died. Then a new tree man was born on the corpse.

The young tree man was only equivalent to a high-sequence one. Hermione didn't know whether it was 5 or 6. It was only easy to tell through the extraction properties.

Looking at the lonely guy, she didn't do anything. She touched it a few times and returned to the raised edge. She must have lived with the Pu'er tribe for a long time and there was no need to do this.

The fruit of tree man! Feeding it the corresponding saint characteristics should be able to bear fruit, but I don't know how long it will take for it to come, and it's hard to say whether it can survive without turning into a monster.

After almost half a turn, she saw a closed red flower on the lava stone that flowed and solidified here. It slowly opened to welcome the sunlight squeezed through the gaps between the petals, like a blazing fire.

The surrounding area was radiating a heat that would burn ordinary people, and the scattered bits of light were like stars at night.

"Maybe this is the only one in the entire Pu'er tribe. You have to do something to take things from people. This time I will help you beat up the people who come here."

The flower appeared in the small mirror and was sealed together with the lava foundation stone into a small piece of broken lens inside. The first step was finally taken.

There are many magical means to interfere with protection in this area, and there are also terrifying curses in some places, which should be left by Nzingo and her ancestors below.

She admired this behavior of protecting the remnants of nature. Although she might have been kept in captivity by them, at least she met an extinct tree man.

Returning to the lake, she left a transfer magic and some marks on the lake surface, which allowed her to escape directly from here.

"If someone comes to pay your attention in the future, remember to run away quickly. After all, you may be used in the future."

After finishing it, I picked a few wild fruits outside. They seemed to be of good color. I should be able to go back and make some elixirs to save people.

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

"Dead silence."

The ancient language rang out in the tribal shanties, and the empty shanties and the surrounding ground were quickly covered by a dark envelope.

The tribe that was lively just now became silent. The birds that flew over fell to the ground and were swallowed by the darkness. They turned into rotten shapes and emerged from inside.

The spirits of dead animals appeared in this place one after another, and then broke into pieces and disappeared here as if they had been attacked.

On the mountainside, three spiders carried Oneida and Nzinga and a group of people to the shelter above. There were also some local tamed extraordinary creatures around to help them transport items.

The fire crows all over the sky transformed into spears that filled the sky behind them and shot towards them. Those extraordinary creatures were directly suppressed by their instinctive superiority and fell to their knees on the ground.

Oneida suppressed her fear and rolled over, pulling several Pu'er tribe members to hide under the spider's belly, hoping that the creatures could withstand it.

Nzinga raised his scepter and emitted yellow-green light. He blocked the first wave of attacks and quickly ordered the tribesmen to divide into small groups and walk toward the shelter behind.

The fire spears behind him condensed again. He used his staff to support his body and spit out blood. Even with the preparations given by his mother in advance, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand this second wave.

"Oneida, hurry up and take them to find the strong man who came with you. The Pu'er tribe will remember your persistence."

"Chief Nzinga, I will take them away."

Without being too pretentious, Oneida and the rest of the tribe put a few children on the back of the somewhat recovered spider, and hurried toward the dense forest above with the somewhat trembling spider.

The spears transformed into fire crows and scattered towards the people who left, with no intention of letting go of the people who fled.

They turned into a ball of blazing fire and stabbed at high speed. Only when Oneida was about to take the people away did she find that these spiders were suppressed to the ground by the aura again.

Nzinga hurriedly waved his staff, and at the same time he became a little illusory and flew into the air to resist the incoming fire. The targeted attack directly changed him back to his original appearance.

If he ignored the tribesmen who were leaving behind, he could completely avoid all this.

Hermione, who came down, also noticed these things, and the natives who were walking in a panic on the steep mountain road quickly arrived in front of her. The young man pulled the younger one, and the old man dragged him behind. The fire crows in the sky swept down directly.

She condensed ice to block all these attacks. The person controlling them must be in their tribe. It was like a random attack.

Oneida and another tribal elder helped Nzinga, who almost fell to the ground, and the fire crows, which seemed to have eyes, gathered together and transformed into spears to strike down.

"Take the clan members quickly and leave."

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

The spear destroyed the tall tree blocking it, spreading red flames in front of several people.

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

"I thought they would bring the army, but I didn't expect that they just started regardless of the agreement."