And Habalon did not disappoint him, showing an amazing talent - the talent to die.

Just by testing in front of the main gate, Habalon died four hundred times, and there were more than three hundred ways to die.

Being pierced, electrocuted, swept by unknown magic, turned into steam, and transported hundreds of meters into the air...

After thinking about it, Ning Feng finally decided to go into battle himself.

Because the efficiency is really too low...

Habalon has only passed through three blocks so far, and according to his visual inspection, there are hundreds or even thousands of such blocks.

He really didn't want to read the sonnets written by Habalon to himself anymore.

This guy didn't know many words in total, and the only thirteen lines he could write were heard from others, but he couldn't memorize them all every time, and had to improvise to fill up the thirteen lines...

enough.

"I go by my own……"

Although Tours and the others have not allowed Ning Feng, the "prophet", to be personally involved in danger since last year, if he really insists on taking action, no one can stop him.

"My lord? Do you have any mission for your loyal Habalon?"

"...No, no more, thank you for your hard work."

Habalon looked at the prophet who was stunned for a moment and then smiled and shook his head. He didn't know why he called him but didn't give him a task.

"My lord once again acted as a scout myself, but why didn't you take me with you?"

"Master Prophet, he must have his own ideas!"

“Praise be to the Prophet!”

With this thought in mind, Habalon took out the crumpled paper from his backpack and started his creation.

Write a sonnet!

Looking back, Ning Feng looked at the figure squatting on the ground writing excitedly, and finally just sighed and turned to leave.
Chapter completed!