Chapter 795

Hellhounds fed on Magic. Back during the War of the Ancients on Azeroth, countless Moon Guard who had grown up bathed in the radiance of the Well of Eternity had died beneath the tentacles of these demons.

Although Hubbs was not as powerful as the Hellhounds personally trained by Hakkar, absorbing Magic residue on the level of the Berserker Staff was still effortless for him.

Before long, Hubbs's tentacles shook, and the philosophical glow instantly became utterly dull. He reverted to his Husky form, plopped down on the floor, and wore an expression of complete satisfaction on his doggy face. He even raised a paw and lit himself a cigarette. After exhaling a puff of smoke, he said contentedly, "Done!"

Ward staggered to his feet without a word, walked to the corner of the room, and rustled into his clothes. His face looked on the verge of tears. Although the Magic residue in his body had been completely removed, his mental state had suffered... an even heavier blow!

He sincerely felt that he would have been better off letting that berserk Magic keep contaminating his mind! Just imagine it: being pinned face-down by a red monster the size of a calf, while two tentacles like man-eating flower petals were stuck into his back, sucking things out of him. Anyone would feel ice-cold inside!

What did that earlier mental contamination even count for compared to this?! Could there possibly be a darker memory than this in his entire life?!

Everyone else wore equally strange expressions. Asking Ward how he was doing did not seem like the right time. They wanted to comfort him, but that seemed even more inappropriate, and they had no idea what they could possibly say!

Smack! Just then, a dull impact sounded through the air. Everyone turned