Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The Tiger King gave the Wolf King a vicious look.

"Put away your totem armor, and don't release a single bit of totem power. If you encounter danger, use your flesh and blood to resist!"

The Tiger King turned his head and gave orders to the Tiger Warriors, "Also, be careful of the bones and weapons scattered in the swamp, this is the resting place of the ancestors, protected by the power of the totem, many things may not be as rotten and corrupt as the outside world , Maybe, many broken bones and spikes are still very sharp, don’t let them cut your skin and ooze blood—not even a single drop, understand?”

Many tiger warriors and jackal warriors agreed in unison.

Those who are qualified to follow Tiger King and Wolf King to explore the holy mountain are experienced masters, and they are also the main force in the upcoming battle of glory.

They have long learned how to deal with the night watchmen, mages, priests of the Holy Light, dwarven artillery, and elf poison blades from the Holy Light camp from the ancient war epics.

He also had a deep understanding of the characteristics of the Killing Angel - the fel puppet.

Knowing that the fel puppets in a dormant state will be awakened by the power of the totem or the blood of the Turan orcs, from a wreckage that looks like scrap metal to a violent and immortal war machine.

"Lead the way!"

The Tiger King nodded in satisfaction, and stared at the Wolf King again.

"Jackal" Kanus opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to refute any more. He gestured to his jackal warriors, took back the totem armor, and checked each other to see if there were any scratches from rocks and thorns on their bodies. Small wounds, so as not to ooze blood in the swamp and attract a sudden attack by fel puppets.

After making sure that all the jackal warriors were unharmed, they took a deep breath and stepped into the mud carefully.

Because I came here to explore last time.

"Jackal" Kanus knew the route between the swamp and the blisters, where the silt was relatively shallow and the ground was relatively solid.

In addition, the jackal warrior and the tiger warrior are tall and burly existences, generally taller than four arms.

The silt roughly covered their knees, and at most reached their waists, but there was no need to worry, they would be doomed.

It's just that, the further you go deep into the valley, the more the remains of fel puppets and Turan orcs are trapped in the mud.

Those limbs and weapons that tried their best to protrude from the mud, even though they were stained with rust and even covered with creep, after three thousand years of repeated infiltration with spiritual energy, they still maintained the sharpness of blowing hair and breaking hair.

The jackal warriors and the tiger warriors had to put up 120,000 points of energy, keep their eyes wide open to observe every detail, and even the hairs on their feet hidden under the mud had to stand up, to identify the danger deep in the mud, so as not to lose sight of it. Any wounds were scratched by the wreckage and bones.

In a short time, twenty or thirty hunters all fell into the mud, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and were gradually surrounded by the wreckage of the fel puppets.

And the rock walls on both sides of the valley seemed to become steeper, not only perpendicular to the ground, but even closed above their heads, with the tendency to swallow the sky.

Even the vicious wolves, tigers and leopards in the outside world were so oppressed by the strange atmosphere that they couldn't howl even in such a eerie place.

In the long and narrow valley, only their "thumping" heartbeats can be heard.

Suddenly, "Jackal" Kanus stopped in his tracks, his nose fluttered, and he made a sound of sniffing.

Afterwards, he slowly stretched out his hands and pointed nervously at the rock walls on both sides.

Because the sky above his head was already very narrow, leaving only a ray of light thinner than a hair.

At first, the Tiger Warriors didn't realize what exactly he wanted everyone to pay attention to.

It wasn't until hundreds of scarlet lights appeared on the rock walls on both sides, and there was a creepy sound of "creak creaks", that the tiger warriors realized that they were not the only ones in this long and narrow valley. Living thing.

The rock walls on both sides of the valley are criss-crossed, covered with countless wet vines, and moss growing along with the vines.

There are also a large number of monsters hanging upside down from vines, shaped like bats, but several times larger in size, with two pairs of wings and a long tail.

Their tail is twice as long as their body.

The flexibly curled and ejected posture is not only like an elephant's proboscis, but also like a frog's tongue.

And at the end of the long tail, there is also a triangular barb growing, even in such a dim environment, it still shines with a sharp light.

"Angler!"

The faces of the tiger warriors became extremely ugly.

The giant bat they call "The Angler" is a low-level totem beast.

Because the triangular bone structure at the end of the tail contains a small amount of liquid metal, which is similar to the mysterious substance condensed into the totem armor.

This allows them to unleash destructive power like a wild dance of swords when they flick their tails quickly.

Therefore, this giant bat likes to hibernate in the dark, hanging its long tail down, like a fisherman putting down his hook, waiting for the prey to throw himself into the net.

That's how they got their names.

In the outside world, "Angler" is not such a difficult totem beast.

After all, the liquid metal content in their bodies is too low, and the body structure is quite fragile except for the end of the tail. Even if the orc warriors are really entangled in the neck by the "fisherman", they can blast their internal organs with one punch.

Even, as long as the orc warrior's totem armor is strong and tight enough, even if he stands still and let the "fisherman" poke it with his tail, it is impossible to pierce the armor that is also composed of liquid metal.

Outside "fishers" are also very aware of how much they have.

When encountering such a domineering powerhouse as the "Blade of Fury", there is almost no possibility of actively attacking the brigade led by wolves, tigers and leopards.

But by chance they came to the depths of the holy mountain, a killing field surrounded by fel puppets.

Not only can't wear the totem armor and exert the power of the totem, even a drop of blood can't seep out.

For careless orc warriors, the last one is extremely difficult to do.

And these "fishers" born and raised in the depths of the holy mountain above their heads are not only bigger and more ferocious than the outside world, but also, in the past three thousand years, they have rarely suffered from the Turan orcs, and have long forgotten the orc warriors terrible.

"call--"

At the same time that "Jackal" Kanus was warning, hundreds of "fishers" on both sides of the rock wall were already flapping their wings, making a "buzzing buzzing" sound similar to wild bees flying, but a hundred times noisier. Forming two black hurricanes, they rushed towards the wolves, tigers and leopards below.

"Be careful, don't get scratched by their tails!"

At the critical moment, the Tiger King yelled violently, without using the power of the totem at all, and purely relying on the unparalleled power of flesh and blood, he pulled up a rock bigger than his head from the mud under his feet.

Tiger King's eyes widened in anger, his arms swelled suddenly, the veins on the back of his hands fluctuated like an angry dragon, and there were only a few crisp "clicks, clicks", and the rock between his palms suddenly split into a hundred or so pieces debris.

Tiger King ruthlessly shot the gravel in his palm into the air.

The gravel made a screaming sound, hitting the giant bat swarm rushing towards them.

Immediately, the dozens of "fishermen" who rushed the most were beaten into blood mist and meat paste.

The sharp-edged, blood-drenched gravel, without slowing down at all, pierced the eye sockets and mouths of dozens of "fishermen" continuously, rushing between their internal organs, engulfing a large amount of flesh and blood, and passing through their excretory holes Drilled out and continued to look for the next target.

The "fisherman" was condescending, and the fierce flames that suddenly attacked were instantly knocked out in half by the Tiger King.

The jackal warriors and tiger warriors who reacted also rolled on the spot, covering their bodies with mud to reduce the possibility of their skin being exposed to the air and being bitten directly by "fishermen".

With their agility, as long as they can dodge the first stab of the "fisherman"'s strange tail, it is almost impossible to be ripped open by this low-level totem beast again.

On the contrary, it is like pinching the seven inches of a poisonous snake, with quick eyes and quick hands, tightly grasping the end of the "fisherman"'s strange tail, two to three fingers away from the triangular barb enriched with liquid metal components.

In this position, no matter how violently the angler's strange tail barb trembles, it is impossible to touch the fur of the orc warriors.

Afterwards, the orc warriors shook off their arms, swung their big arms, grabbed the "fisherman" by the tail, and slammed these beasts towards the rocks on both sides of the valley. Let the internal organs of the "fisherman" all spurt out from the mouth.

In this way, with a burst of "crackling" thumping, hundreds of "fishermen" quickly turned into shriveled and cracked skins, and were trampled into the depths of the mud by the orc warriors.

The remaining "fishermen" finally realized the horror of these wolves, tigers and leopards. After neighing in panic, they turned around and flew towards the narrow sky.

The Tiger King was not interested in killing them all, but ordered his subordinates to check each other's bodies immediately to see if there were any hidden wounds on the skin.

Fortunately, "Jackal" Kanus smelled the existence of "Fisherman" in advance.

The wolves, tigers and leopards, who had plenty of time to react, fought a clean battle, and no one was torn even a hair-like wound.

And the remains of the surrounding fel puppets are still dormant.

Except for the breathing and heartbeat of the orc warriors, and the fluttering wings of the "fishermen" flying farther and farther, the valley was dead silent.

Even the blood of the "fisherman" is constantly spreading in the mud, and even adheres to the surface of the wreckage of the fel puppet.

But these weak low-level totem beasts are not the targets of fel puppets, and they are not worth wasting the holy light that they have spent three thousand years accumulating.

Tiger King breathed a sigh of relief.

If they were in the outside world, they should cut off the "fisherman" tail at this time and send it back to the tribe for the witch doctor to carefully process and extract the liquid metal-like substance inside.

These substances, after the priest's spellcasting and the blessing of the ancestors, can become the raw materials for repairing and strengthening the totem armor.

But now, King Tiger obviously has no such interest.

"keep going."

He looked at the depths of the endless valley, and ordered to "Jackal" Kanus.