Archdemon

After the jackal was taken out of the hospital, the wound was severed.

Huo Ling first used a spell to make the jackal unconscious, and then began to operate on him.

He reassembled the broken bones, and finally used a lot of light injuries and healing spells to restore the jackal to a state of recovery.

Finally, after watching the jackal escape from life-threatening danger, he put a slave collar on him.

After the jackal woke up from his coma, he looked around in panic as he saw himself lying on the operating table.

Then, he saw Huo Ling with his back to him, and he couldn't help but stretch out his claws and teeth, wanting to launch a sneak attack.

But before he could get up, he saw the dark warriors around him. He swallowed nervously and tried to circulate his fighting spirit, only to find that his body was empty and he had no fighting spirit at all.

"Awake?" Huo Ling turned and walked over, looking at the frightened jackal on the table.

"You are lucky to have survived to the end." Huo Ling ordered the dark warrior to take the jackal off the operating table and throw it on the ground.

The dark warrior was right beside him, and the jackal had no fighting spirit in his body. He could only kneel on the ground with his limbs limp and tremble.

"Do you want to live?" Huo Ling's voice seemed to be a heavenly sound coming from the abyss, falling into the ears of the jackal.

"I want to, I want to live! I want to live!" Hearing this, the jackal fell to the ground in a hurry, his head against the ground, and said hurriedly.

"Very good, Wilmot is your master, right?"

"Yes, he is my master." The jackal nodded.

"I heard him say that he is the descendant of the Duke of Tabor in the north of the Gnoll Empire. Is that right?" Huo Ling asked with his head down.

"Mister Mage, my master is indeed the descendant of the Tabor family." The Gnoll answered honestly.

"Your master is a Gnoll noble. I am also willing to abide by the rules of the nobles. As long as the Tabor family is willing to pay me 100,000 magic stones, I will release Wilmot and send him back to the Gnoll Empire. As for you, just go back and pass on a message for me." Huo Ling said to the Gnoll under his feet.

"Ah?" The Gnoll raised his head, his face full of surprise.

"What? You don't want to?" Huo Ling frowned slightly.

"No, no, no!" The jackal waved his hands quickly, and said with difficulty: "But Master Wilmot has been expelled from the Tabor family and was hunted down. We fled all the way to the south, and were finally caught by you."

"What?" Huo Ling was stunned when he heard this.

Damn, what's the situation? No wonder Wilmot didn't want someone to deliver the letter, but was willing to sign the Hell Contract.

"What's the matter? Why was he expelled?" Huo Ling asked.

"I don't know either. I'm just a small guard in the master's fiefdom. I only know that the master suddenly returned to the fiefdom half a year ago, and then took all the guards to escape. Most of the people died along the way. Finally, they hid in that mountain, but still encountered danger, and then they were caught by you."

Huo Ling looked at the jackal under his feet, thinking, no wonder there was a change in Baimu Mountain before, so the change at that time was caused by these jackals.

"What danger did you encounter there? Is it the people you blocked in the cave that day?" Huo Ling asked.

"Ah? No." The jackal shook his head quickly and continued, "The power of those humans is too weak, how can it be considered dangerous."

"The danger is a crazy and injured Sanctuary Treeman. We were hiding well, but we encountered this crazy treeman. In the end, the master spent a lot of money to kill this Sanctuary Treeman."

"As a result, before we could harvest the spoils, the humans that day took away the tree heart of the Sanctuary Treeman. We chased them all the way and finally chased them into the cave. After that, we met you and were captured by you." After saying that, the jackal lay on the ground and raised his eyes to look at Huo Ling's face carefully.

Huo Ling couldn't help but stand there when he heard the series of words from the jackal. There were really a lot of things hidden in these words. He finally connected what happened in these days.

So, the first thing that happened in Whitewood Mountain was the injured and crazy Sanctuary Treeman. Then Wilmot and his group of gnolls ran into the Treeman's gun and were beaten up.

Then the Treeman was killed by the gnolls, but the spoils were snatched by Starfire and finally fell into his hands. It turned out to be such a big circle.

But as he thought about it, he found something wrong: "You said that the sanctuary tree man was killed by your master?"

"Yes, Master." The gnoll nodded.

"Not right, not right!" Huo Ling murmured. This shouldn't be the case. Tree men are a kind of natural creatures, usually living in a huge sea of ​​trees.

Many tree men are allies of the elves. Many tree men are even druids of the elves who cast spells on the ancient trees in the sea of ​​trees to give the ancient trees wisdom and become tree men.

Tree men are very powerful in combat. Not only do they have strong vitality, but they also have very good defense and strength. They are large-sized natural creatures in the spiritual world.

An injured tree man can recover from his injuries by absorbing the essence of the earth and the natural breath of the surrounding trees.

But this gnoll said that when they met, the tree man was still seriously injured but crazy. Maybe because of his madness, he did not absorb the natural breath to recover from his injuries, or because of his injuries, even if he absorbed the natural breath, he could not recover.

Another thing is that even if the Sanctuary was injured, Wilmot, a silver-level gnoll shaman, could not kill him. There were still two major realms between them, the gold and the Sanctuary.

"How did Wilmot, a silver-level shaman, kill the Sanctuary Treeman?" Huo Ling asked with a frown.

The gnoll lay on the ground and dared not say a word, and his voice was hesitant: "This..."

"Speak! If you don't speak, you will die!" Huo Ling threatened coldly.

Swish!

A dark warrior directly stopped the sword on his neck, and the soul fire burning on the sword even began to burn his fur.

The jackal felt the cold breath of the soul fire behind him, shivered on the ground, and said in a terrified tone: "I say, I say! Don't kill me!"

"The master is a gold-level shaman and a totem master, but he was injured by being chased all the way. When fighting with this tree man, he used some unknown secret method to kill the tree man. In the end, although he killed the tree man, he also fell from the gold level."

Under the threat of his life, the jackal said everything he knew.

After hearing this, Huo Ling couldn't help but take a breath and looked back at the warehouse on the other side where Wilmot was imprisoned, as if he could see the jackal through the ground.

This is a big profit!