There were still a lot of arrows coming his way. He knew that if all of them hit him, he would be turned into a porcupine. The twenty-second arrow had already pierced through his black armor and was very close to his skin. He could feel a slight tingling sensation on his skin.
The arrow was aimed at his heart. Abel didn't know if he would die if it hit his heart. He wouldn't even have the chance to take the potion.
In the nick of time, there was a flash of white light. He disappeared from where he was standing and reappeared in a fiery red portal. The portal flashed and he and Black Wind disappeared from Tristram.
Abel was out of Tristram, panting heavily. His psychic power had recovered and the world had returned to normal. He didn't know what it was like to be in that state, but he had never felt so close to death before.
Abel didn't know that the state he was in was a typical high-ranking Knight on the battlefield. It was a state of psychic power eruption that could greatly increase one's psychic power.
Abel grabbed the arrow in his abdomen with his hand. Normally, he would have to cut off the arrow, remove the armor, cut open the wound, and pull out the arrow.
However, he didn't do that. Instead, he grabbed the arrow with his right hand and took a deep breath. As he exhaled, he pulled the arrow out with his right hand. The pain was so intense that it almost suffocated him. Blood gushed out of his wound like a fountain. His action just now had further aggravated the wound.
However, as his power of the will swept through the snake's self-healing belt, the bottle of 'Full Recovery Potion' became empty, and the wounds on his body disappeared in an instant. Whether it was his internal organs, muscles, skin, or even the old scars on his body all disappeared.
Abel took off his broken armor and took off his clothes. His power of the Will had mutated, and the giant wound on his power of the Will had disappeared. Although he knew how powerful the full recovery potion was, this was his first time using this legendary potion. If he didn't see it with his own eyes and touch it with his own hands, he wouldn't have believed that this was real.
If Black Wind's "instantaneous movement" had been a little slower in Tristram, Abel wouldn't have had the time to use the Full Recovery Potion. He didn't want to risk his life to drink the Full Recovery Potion when he was shot in the heart.
After the danger just now, he was sure that the hell creatures in Tristram weren't the same as the ones he had encountered before. They were all stronger than his Knight level.
Only hell creatures that were much higher ranked than his knight could break through his defenses. Thinking about the strength of the Eventide Clan, each of them could shake him. Although he was in a passive state and his strength was at a disadvantage, it should be known that the Eventide Clan were all ordinary hell creatures. If he encountered a gold rank Eventide Clan, then they would completely crush him in terms of strength.
Abel finally recovered enough energy to check on Black Wind's condition. It seemed that the hell creatures were targeting him. Black Wind only had a small wound on his body. With Black Wind's healing ability, it would heal quickly even if he didn't heal it. However, he didn't want to be stingy with the Full Recovery Potion.
However, this was not an emergency. He wanted to see if he could use the snake self-healing belt to give Black Wind a potion. He focused his power of the Will on a bottle of "full recovery potion." At the same time, he pointed his power of the Will at a chain that belonged to Black Wind in the soul chain.
The 'full recovery potion' in the snake's self-healing belt instantly became empty, and the wound on Black Wind's body disappeared in a flash. Just when Black Wind was about to lick the wound with his tongue, he realized that the wound was gone. His whole body seemed to be different from before. It was like every part of his body was glowing with life.
Oh, right. The portal. Abel remembered that the portal wasn't closed. If the hell creatures rushed out of Tristram, he would be in big trouble. He turned around and saw Flying Flame standing in front of the portal. It seemed that Flying Flame knew that its owner was injured and might be pursued, so it stayed in front of the portal alone.
Where are the crows? Abel thought about the five crows that entered Tristram. He knew that crows were immortal creatures, but that didn't mean that they were immortal. Accidents could still happen.
Abel tried to communicate with the Druil's soul contract. Soon, the five crows flew out of the portal one after another. Their feathers were all messy, and they seemed to have suffered some losses. Luckily, none of them were missing. If there was a Death Protection in Tristram, he wouldn't be able to go in and save them.
After waiting for a while, Abel didn't see any hell creatures appear. He knew that it was probably the rules that prevented them from appearing in other areas, just like how the hell creatures in the Frigid Plains couldn't appear in Blood Moor.
After knowing the situation in Tristram, Abel made up his mind that he wouldn't enter Tristram again until he became stronger. He was lucky this time. If he had a gold level night creature with him, he wouldn't have been able to come back.
He went back to the Rogue encampment to rest for a while. First, he went to the blacksmith to repair his broken black armor. At that moment, he couldn't help but think about the self-repair function of the snake's self-repair belt. He didn't know if he would have the opportunity to master that technology in the future and add it to his armor.
"Black Wind, Flying Flame, let's go fight!" Although he still had more than 20 bottles of soul potions, he had been using them a lot lately. The stronger he got, the more soul potions he needed to master. Now, Flying Flame also needed soul potions. Plus, he needed a fight to vent his anger after what happened in Tristram.
When Abel teleported to Black Moor with Black Wind and Flying Flame, the atmosphere was still as oppressive as before. The wind blew through the grass, bringing with it the smell of blood.
Abel summoned five ravens, five spirit guardian Knight, five spirit wolves, poison creeper, and Oak Sage. A fight was going to break out soon.
After walking for five minutes in the grass, Abel saw a camp made up of seven hundred Carvers. The five ravens had already rushed into the camp and started to attack. The Carvers had also noticed Abel's team.
It was Flying Flame's first time participating in a fight like this. It was very excited. It gently flapped its wings and flew to the top of the Carvers. It opened its mouth and let out a dragon roar.
Something unexpected happened. The Dragon Roar that had always worked was completely useless today. These seemingly weak Blade Demons didn't react to the Dragon Roar at all. It was as if this wasn't a Dragon Roar, but a normal roar.
White light appeared in Flying Flame's mouth, and it spat out a white flame. The white flame plowed a dark grey path on the ground. Everything in its path, whether it was the grass, the wood, the tents, or the Carvers, were all turned into ashes.
Seeing their comrades die, the Carvers near the dark grey path let out a scream and ran in all directions.
Just as Flying Flame was about to unleash its dragon breath for the second time, it realized that its enemies had already scattered. This made it very depressed. It was a creature that could withstand a dragon's roar, but it was now fleeing in all directions because of the death of its companions. What was the dignity of a dragon?
Flying Flame descended and clawed a Carver that was running away in half. At that moment, a big fireball flew over. It casually clawed it and exploded it. After that, it charged towards another Carver.
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