For Sabo, as long as he retreats into Gabont's holy realm, he can watch the attack launched by the Beast Warriors become useless like watching a monkey show./www.qb5,com\\ But Sabo's choice is to swing his sword and have a face-to-face confrontation with our Beast Warriors.

Or, it should not be considered a confrontation, because it was a completely one-sided massacre. In just such a short moment, more than ten beast-sected berserkers fell under Sabo's sword, and the blood on the ground gradually gathered into a small trickle. Sabo's giant sword drooped obliquely, allowing the blood in the blood groove on the sword to fall to the ground drop by drop, and merged into the blood stream. Sabo, the murderer, completely regarded the heroic warrior of our beast-sect as the doll under his sword.

Seeing so many companions fall in front of him, my father was completely angry. He kept roaring and slowly withdrew from Gabont's holy realm. Finally, when my father got rid of the shackles of the holy realm, he roared and rushed towards Sabo.

Facing the holy magician's holy realm, my dad didn't even have the chance to fight with his life, but facing the holy swordsman, my dad could still use his life as a bet and fight to the death.

However, the huge gap in strength is doomed to my father's desperate actions and will not have any effect. I can't bear to see my father fighting like this, and I can't help but shout: "Dad, come back quickly!"

Just as I screamed, Sabo lifted his giant sword slanted and stabbed towards my father like lightning. Facing the power of the Holy Swordsman's sword, my father did not retreat at all, and waved his palms to meet him.

At that moment, I couldn't help but burst into tears because I knew my dad would rather fight for his life than give Sabo a sudden attack. Such an attack would not hurt Sabo at all, but my dad just wanted to prove that even if the other party was a Saint-level powerful man, our brave beast warriors could still leave scars on the other party's body.

My father did not fight for victory, but for the dignity of the beast warriors! Just like Carter, like thousands of beast martyrs who were not afraid of sacrifice.

Sabo's giant sword accurately hit his father's abdomen, and at this time the father's waving palms were still two meters away from Sabo. Just two meters short represents an insurmountable gap in strength.

Regardless of the giant sword piercing into his abdomen, my father roared and continued to pounce forward with all his might. Sabo's sword tip came out of his father's back. With this pounce, the distance between his father and Sabo was half a meter closer. My father gritted his teeth, endured the huge pain of the giant sword piercing the abdomen, and still tried his best to move forward, intending to approach Sabo and give him a moment.

Seeing that his father was so brave, Sabo's expression became solemn. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and roared to activate the golden fighting spirit. His father's huge body, which was desperately moving forward, suddenly stopped, and with a muffled "bang", his father flew backwards like a huge rock thrown by a catapult, and sprinkled blood all the way in the air.

I shouted: "Dad!" I shook Nancy away from my hand and ran towards my father's falling with tears in my face. In the last life, as an orphan, I only felt the warmth of my relatives from my master. In this life, my father and my mother let me know what kind of family affection is. Even if I have an adult consciousness, every bit of life in my life has been integrated into my memory over the years, and my parents have long become relatives I recognize. Now, seeing my father gets bloody and injured in front of me, how can I not be sad? Not anxious?

My father lost too much blood, and was hit by Saab, and his body was still in the air and was unable to maintain his madness due to serious injuries, and he returned to his usual appearance. Now I felt even more anxious. If a berserker was not on the verge of death, he would not have suddenly recovered from madness.

My height is only as tall as my father's chest. I may not have the strength to catch him when he fell like this. Fortunately, a soft water elemental force floated away at this time, attracting the pool water in the holy spring not far away, forming a soft water mat that caught my father's falling body.

I turned around and saw a faint light slowly disappearing from the Great Saint of Nancy. I knew that she had helped me catch my father. I couldn't help but nodded to her to show my gratitude.

I looked down at my dad who was lying in the water mat. There was a big hole in his abdomen that was completely opposite, and a large amount of blood kept pouring out from the middle. A piece of my dad's chest was also concave, and it was obvious that he was hit hard and even his bones were broken.

Seeing me running over, my dad gasped and said reluctantly: "Iron Bear... has disappointed you... Dad, I couldn't... win."

I cried and shook my head, and said repeatedly: "No, Dad, you didn't lose, you will always be the hero in my heart!"

My father wanted to speak, but a bubble of blood gushed out of his mouth and could not make a sound. At this time, Uncle Xiong had already rushed over. After observing his father's injuries, he immediately recited a spell with a heavy expression. A ball of white light gushed out from his palms and penetrated into my father's body. I felt that the magic power in Uncle Xiong's body was rapidly losing. It seemed that this was a healing technique that consumed mana very much.

After a while, the blood in my father's wound had stopped, and I could even see the flesh and blood in his wounds slowly starting to wriggle, as if it was automatically repairing and growing. I looked at Uncle Xiong with some gratitude. This treatment technique is so powerful, and only auxiliary sacrificial priests like uncle can be used.

The beast tribe is naturally fond of fighting, and most priests use attack-type spells. There are not many auxiliary priests like Uncle Xiong who specialize in auxiliary spells. But in my opinion, auxiliary priests that can save lives and help the wounded are far more useful on the battlefield than ordinary combat priests.

Under Uncle Xiong's treatment, my father finally recovered. He looked at Uncle Xiong and said, "Brother, I have performed a healing technique for me. Do you still have magic power to issue sacrifices? How can you help us fight?"

Uncle Xiong smiled indifferently and said, "The berserkers are gone. Is there any effect in offering sacrifices? Is my magic power better to save your life."

My father closed his eyes and sighed: "I lost, I lost completely!"

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