Chapter five hundred and forty seventh cool boy
But after a moment, the Scarecrow understood what was happening around him.
Frodo was already behind him, piercing through his body, carrying his entire body with him, and jumped in front of the Scarecrow.
"Master, is this move of mine cool?"
Frodo spoke, a little immature at heart and wanting to be cool.
But as soon as he finished speaking, his eyelids jumped violently.
Behind him, a scarecrow has appeared, ready to step on him and crush him into a meat pie!
Frodo looked up and saw a huge foot appearing in the sky.
The soles of his feet blocked the sky and the sun, and it was already too late for him to escape.
Frodo looked desperate, thinking he could not survive.
However, Flowing Fire had already killed him from the side, and the giant lava sword struck down the Scarecrow's head.
The scarecrow froze in the air, his head had been broken open, and a ball of flame burned around his neck.
The flames of the flowing fire are different from the flames of the scarecrow. They cannot withstand the flames of the flowing fire.
Suddenly, the Scarecrow's entire body fell backwards, and Frodo escaped the fatal blow.
The cold sweat on Frodo's back had already soaked his clothes, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"On the battlefield, no matter what, you must pay attention to the changes around you. Don't be complacent after killing one or two enemies. You never know what changes will happen on the battlefield."
Fang Han glanced at him lightly and said.
Frodo nodded, already frightened.
But this is a good thing, because now he has firmly remembered what he will face if he relaxes his vigilance on the battlefield.
"Go ahead and continue fighting. First use these scarecrows to improve your combat awareness. After you become familiar with the changes on the battlefield, there will be a Necromancer waiting for you in the distance."
Fang Han continued.
Frodo nodded, and after hearing only the first half of the sentence, he hurried to the battlefield, rushing back and forth with the spikes Baggins gave him.
Wherever he went, straw men died one after another.
Moreover, he is small and thin, so when he shuttles among the scarecrows, the scarecrows cannot attack him.
Fang Han looked into the distance, looking at the Necromancer in the distance.
The reason why there are so many scarecrows here is because that is the method of the spiritual mage.
All scarecrows are controlled by the Necromancer. If the Necromancer dies and the power of black magic disappears, then these scarecrows will return to their original rice fields.
Frodo's eyes gradually became sharper on the battlefield.
Moreover, his body is already covered with the smell of blood, and he can be regarded as a warrior.
Frodo returned to Fang Han's side, panting heavily, with some excitement in his pupils.
He had been fighting for a long time, and all the power in his body was almost exhausted. At this time, he returned to Fang Han's side and took a rest.
In his hand, Baggins' ring continued to condense a little light, which entered his body along his palm, and soon restored the power in his body.
Frodo looked at the ring on his hand with a look of shock.
He never thought that this ring could provide him with such great power!
Chapter completed!