Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Fortunately, although the vegetation deep in the holy mountain is very dense.

But there are no large totem beasts that can threaten the strong orcs.

This is because the space inside the holy mountain is extremely unstable, and large totem beasts with a length of more than a hundred arms are often torn into pieces by the space gap.

Therefore, most of the aborigines who have lived here for thousands of years are small totem beasts such as snakes, insects, rats and ants.

Although they heard the movement in the middle of the valley, these snakes, insects, rats and ants poked their heads out from the cracks in the rocks and the ground, carefully spying on Tiger King's hunting team.

However, the strong and pungent smell of blood emanating from the orc warriors, as well as the fragmented and muddy corpses of the "fisherman" scattered on the mud and rock walls, all warned the snakes, insects, rats and ants to stay away from these vicious jackals. The farther the tigers and leopards are, the better.

Therefore, the next section of the road hidden in the mud was safe and sound.

Although the swamp gradually deepened, many times the hunters had to wade through the waist-deep mud.

But they never woke up any of the fel puppet wreckage, and they never encountered the second group of "fishers" who didn't open their eyes.

In this way, after trekking in the depths of the valley for more than half an hour.

The valley gradually opened up.

The rocks on both sides were separated again, revealing a large gray sky.

The trumpet-shaped mouth of the valley was close at hand, and the mud gradually became shallower. The remains of fel puppets embedded in the mud seemed sparse, not as dense as in the center of the valley.

"Jackal" Kanus told everyone that as long as they pass through the last swamp, they can reach a relatively dry and safe forest and take a short rest.

After hearing these words, the hunters, whose feet were gradually pulled out of the mud, finally relaxed a little from their tense nerves.

Many people couldn't help but bend over to wipe off the mud covering their feet.

By the way, massage the twitching muscles to relieve the fatigue of the legs as if they were filled with molten iron.

At this moment, someone exclaimed.

When everyone looked back, they found that the tiger warrior's calf was covered with round leeches.

These leeches were dark purple like rotting corpses, with disgusting gray stripes entwined on the surface. Using their incomparably sharp ring-shaped mouthparts, they firmly bit the tiger warrior's calf.

Probably because the mouthparts of the leech carried nerve paralyzing body fluid, and the hunters focused all their attention on the remains of the fel puppet, so they didn't even notice the existence of the leech.

Until now, everyone realized that not only this unlucky tiger warrior, but almost everyone's legs were densely covered with ugly little devils.

Judging from the bulging to crystal clear body, these greedy little devils have nailed them for a long time and sucked their blood.

"Shua!"

The first Angry Lion warrior who found that his leg was covered with leeches quickly drew out his dagger and subconsciously picked it at his leg.

Turanze's leeches absorb the power of totems and feed on the corpses of warriors and ferocious beasts. After long-term evolution and mutation, they are not only able to suck blood.

Many species of leeches can inject special anesthetics and digestive enzymes into the body of their prey, slowly dissolving the flesh and blood of the prey into pus, and then they will burrow in to eat and use the nutrients provided by the prey to breed offspring in the body of the prey ,reproduce.

In the most exaggerated situation, even a giant mammoth with a length of more than a hundred arms may be eaten by leeches into an empty skin.

When the misfortune monster fell to the ground and fell to pieces, there were often not even a few bones left in the skin, not to mention internal organs.

There are only tens of thousands of leeches wriggling crazily, pouring out like a flood breaking a bank...

Even an orc warrior who is brave enough to die and takes pride in tragic death will shudder deeply at the thought of such a dirty and dishonorable death.

Not to mention the super leeches in the depths of the holy mountain must be more ferocious and weird than the outside world - isn't the "fisherman" just now bigger and more ferocious than the outside world?

No wonder when they found that their legs were covered with leeches attracted by the blood of the "fisherman", their first reaction was to pick them with a dagger.

To prevent these little devils from overreaching and getting into their own flesh and blood.

"don't want!"

The tiger king and the wolf king were shocked by the actions of their subordinates, breaking out in a cold sweat, and shouted almost in unison.

But it was still too late for them to bark.

And for this hunting operation, the weapons carefully selected by Tiger King for his subordinates are really too sharp.

Every dagger that is mainly used as a tool is selected to be the best quality.

Even though the tip of the blade hadn't touched the leech, the sharp edge shot out from the spine of the blade had already made a slight cut on the leech's back.

These leeches had never encountered so many strong prey in the swamp and sucked such delicious blood in their lifetime.

The result of crazy sucking was that their bodies were filled with orc blood that was several times heavier than their own weight, and turned into trembling, shiny, fat bugs that burst at the touch of a balloon like water filled balloons.

The tiger warrior's reaction was quick enough, and he instantly realized that he had done something stupid, so he abruptly stopped.

But his blood still shot out like an arrow along the thick and thin cracks in the hair that was torn by the sharp edge on Fat Worm's back.

The tiger warriors on both sides hurriedly reached out to fish.

Almost caught most of the blood arrows.

However, there were still a few drops of blood that were barely visible to the naked eye, leaking through the cracks in their claws, and dripping lightly into the turbulent mud, almost without causing the slightest ripple.

For a moment, except for Tiger King and Wolf King, almost everyone's heart stopped beating.

The blood of the orc warriors poured into their eyeballs and ear canals, pushing their vision and hearing to the limit, and they searched nervously for the movement of the fel puppets around them.

The scattered remains of the fel puppets seemed to be still sleeping staggeringly.

And the few blood beads that fell into the mud quickly dispersed and disappeared without a trace.

This made the orc warriors a little lucky.

Optimistically, it may be that the blood droplets that fell into the mud were too small and too few, just a few insignificant blood threads.

And the remains of the fel puppets have been sleeping for too long, and those mysterious and complicated gears and pipes have long been rusted and blocked, making these killing angels' ability to perceive the enemy greatly weakened or even exhausted.

However, just when their hearts started beating again.

Everyone could hear strange beeps coming from all directions.

No, not in all directions.

It was more like the buzz came directly from the depths of their brains, and it hit them back and forth inside their skulls, causing them to have a splitting headache. They could hardly condense their will to fight, and they couldn't think of anything. It should have been integrated into their blood. Fighting skills that form conditioned reflexes.

They hadn't had time to panic.

On the tiger warrior who cut through the leech and squeezed out blood, suddenly there were seven or eight shining, constantly moving spots of light.

Careful observation reveals that each point of light comes from a faint beam of light.

And the source of the light is the remains of the fel puppets scattered around!

"Shua!"

Before everyone had time to make any moves, the Tiger King had already thrown out the "Blade of Fury" that was wrapped around his body and was refined from the hardest bone of the tiger clan chiefs in the past.

Like a skeletal dragon-like peerless knife, the gaps between each joint have been stretched to the limit, turning it from an indestructible heavy sword into a stretchable long whip, neither light nor heavy, entangled with incomparable precision The waist of this tiger warrior.

Tiger King jerked.

The Tiger Warrior soared into the air and flew towards the forest beyond the swamp.

Seven or eight beams of light staring at him suddenly became a hundred times brighter, forming a criss-crossing net, covering his head and brain.

Despite the timely dragging of the Tiger King, the Tiger Warrior escaped the fatal attack that locked the eyebrows, temples, heart and abdominal cavity.

But the dead light that frantically strafed swept across the roots of the tiger warrior's limbs effortlessly.

The Tiger Warrior was still dancing in mid-air.

The arms and legs without the protection of the totem armor were cut off by Qi Gen.

The huge wound was as smooth as a mirror, and the broken blood vessels were instantly seared and closed by the dead light, without even a single drop of excess blood flowing out.

Just like this tiger warrior, he was born with only a bare body.

And his scattered hands and feet were repeatedly cut by the death light, and turned into pieces no larger than the size of a fist.

Slap!

The tiger warrior slammed heavily under a big tree outside the swamp.

Although the pain of the wound could not be transmitted to the depths of his brain through the curled up nerves for a while.

But the fear of losing his arms and legs in an instant and being unable to fight anymore still made the tiger warrior scream hysterically.

It's just that no one cared about the feelings of such a fierce tiger warrior at this time.

All the sensory organs of the people were locked on to the "Gudu Gudu" bubbling, like boiling mud, one after another killing machines rose from the ground and surfaced.

The remains of seven or eight fel puppets surrounding the wolves, tigers and leopards are waking up.

The crystal embedded in the depths of the gears and pipes once again bloomed with dazzling light.

This ray of light was like a flame flowing everywhere, quickly covering the whole body of the fel puppet's wreckage, burning away the moss, rust and dirt that had covered it for thousands of years, revealing a brand new metallic luster, and the delicate silky texture of the magic circle.

The gears whirled, the pipes trembled, and the power originating from the depths of the holy crystal was output to the end of the tightly-structured killing machine through a series of mysterious and complicated transformations and amplifications.

The wreckage of these fel puppets, like slowly blooming flower buds, unfolded stretchable link limbs, swords, guns, swords and halberds rippling with holy light, and one after another can gather the holy light to the limit, and then directional lasing out , forming a hollow light track of dead light.