Chapter 2185

"The call of our ancestors is ahead! There is our hope to return to our hometown!"

Cried a wounded savage. The desire to return to his hometown made him very excited and forgot the pain.

Under the action of this excitement, he tore off the bat embedded in him with his sharp claws, brought up a whole piece of flesh and blood, and made him miserable at the same time.

"Those vampire bats didn't catch up. We got rid of them!"

The cannibal devil with blood all over his body looked back. Suddenly, he seemed to find something, and his eyes showed a bright color.

Before that, it turned into a black torrent and pursued in the rear. I don't know how many bats killed their companions, as well as the great demons that haunted in the fire, have disappeared at this moment. There is a clear sky in the rear, and those enemies seem to have given up hunting.

"Great, the ancestors must be protecting us! Under the protection of the ancestors, those enemies can't keep us!" this discovery can't help but make Badu roar with excitement. At the moment, he is getting closer and closer to the call of his ancestors.

"Don't be careless." on one side, hero York seemed to find something. He looked at the rear where the pursuers were no longer, and his eyebrows could not help but wrinkle slightly.

Those demons have no reason to give up hunting at this time. When they are close to the call of their ancestors, they should launch a more violent attack. Their intuition tells York what's wrong.

Giving up spells does not mean giving up the wisdom of the mage, which is also different from other barbarians. The same thing, ordinary barbarians can only see the most superficial side, but York can see the hidden meaning, which is an important reason why he can become famous in the battle of the throne.

York, who vaguely found the abnormality, couldn't help slowing down and asked the ogre king, "hero Badu, you and I both feel the call of our ancestors, right? Besides us, there are those savage creatures who feel this?"

Badu looked at him suspiciously. He didn't understand why York was still asking such questions at this time, but he didn't hesitate. He replied, "that's right. Besides us, the Cyclops also felt the call. It seems that only wild creatures with strong blood can feel the call."

After Badu said this, York just wanted to stop, when there was a burst of scarlet light in front of him. Seeing this, York couldn't help but change his face.

In the rear, the suspicious demon Carl stopped the cave vampire he was trying to chase. He looked at the deep prison passage in front, and his face showed a somewhat incredible look.

"Is that... The smell of demons? It's not left by other Legion members, but the smell of demons that existed here a long time ago, at least for hundreds of years..."

In Carl's eyes, the deep passage in front seemed to turn into a huge mouth to choose people. Even Carl showed a bit of horror at this moment.

As a great devil, he was most sensitive to the blood of the devil. What surprised him was that the breath of the ancient devil was not under him in terms of blood concentration, which also made Carl suspicious.

"It's impossible... By the way, we should report this matter to the master..."

It seems that he thought of something. Carl hurried to let the cave vampire stay and watch here, while he himself shuttled through the space in the fire.

With a flash of fire, Carl came to the core area of the prison, before a huge spell ceremony, where he saw rod who had just arrived.

"Master..."

Carl lowered his head and greeted respectfully. Unfortunately, before he finished reporting the situation, his words were interrupted by other great demons.

"Master, we came here according to your order, but we were trapped by the magic barrier. With our casting ability, we couldn't break the ceremony at all, which disappointed you." before the magic ceremony, agran quickly reported.

Rod shook his head. It's not surprising for this result. The life of hell demons is generally higher than that of other creatures, but they don't know anything about magic. Even a few demons who are good at casting magic can't be compared with blakada's mages.

"Not long ago, I asked the sage to help you. Where is he now?" rod asked, as if thinking of something.

When he found that there was nothing he wanted in the secret room behind the wisdom wall, rod immediately let the sage leave first, and he was trapped in the shackles of war. When rod got out of trouble, he came to the prison, but he didn't see the figure of the sage.

"Master, I may know this..." Carl seemed to think of something and took the initiative to report, "if the sage in your mouth is a red robed mage, now he has died in the hands of a group of savage creatures. I saw all that with my own eyes, but I couldn't stop it."

"What?" rod looked puzzled. If it weren't for the existence of the death field, let him know that everything the Legion members said was true. He couldn't believe what he heard.

For a legendary mage like the sage, no matter how many barbarians came, he was probably not his opponent. What rod didn't expect was that after he became a member of the Legion and gained the power of the corpse Witch King, his strength seemed to turn back. Instead, he died in the hands of barbarians, which was impossible.

Frowning, rod quickly ordered, "you see the sage's body? Hurry and bring his body back."

As an important member of the magic guild, the sage has a special position in bracada. In addition to being a powerful legendary mage, he also has a lot of information about the magic guild. Some of them are not even known by rod in his previous life. Rod naturally doesn't want to give it up easily.

Carl immediately took orders. He looked at agran beside rod. Although agran was reluctant, he could only accept the orders belonging to his master, which he could not violate.

After the sharp blade pierced Carl's body and reborn in the field of death, Carl refreshed the cooling time of flame evasion and disappeared with agran. After a moment, he returned to rod again with agran's flame evasion.

"Master... I knew you would give me a new life!"

The reborn sage showed full joy on his face. At this moment, he trembled involuntarily. He looked at rod as if he were the God he believed in.