Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Twenty or thirty hunters quickly suppressed the wreckage of the four fel puppets.

As for the wreckage of the remaining four fel puppets, they were taken care of by Tiger King.

After wearing heavy battle armor, the giant tiger-headed man who was bigger than the elephant warrior, turned into a whirlwind, smashed into the wreckage of the fel puppets, and moved more agilely than the ape.

Regardless of the wreckage of the fel puppet, no matter how frantically lasing the dead light, the criss-crossing network of light, shrouded and torn apart, is always only the afterimage dragged out by the high-speed movement of the Tiger King.

Not to mention the "Blade of Violence" in the Tiger King's hand, which sometimes stretches into a skeleton dragon with teeth and claws. With the fierce flames gushing out from the tip of the blade, the attack range is close to a hundred arms, and it can pierce the wreckage of the fel puppet from an incredible angle. Fragmented casing, destroying gears, pipes and bearings inside.

From time to time, every joint is tightly closed, and a large amount of liquid metal-like substance instantly wraps the thick spine, turning it into a handle that exceeds ten arms in length and five arms in width. It is not so much a "giant sword" as a sword. The peerless weapon of the "double-edged giant axe".

Every time this peerless weapon flies up and down, a limb can be chopped off from the wreckage of the fel puppet, a gear can be chopped off, a light track can be skewed, and a burst of gorgeous sparks can be chopped off.

Occasionally, the King Tiger will also be hit by the shining blade of a fel puppet.

But the light blade, which seems to be thousands of degrees high, can't crack the defense line composed of layers of totem armor on his body.

Even if a certain part was continuously attacked by the death light and the light blade, the armor was finally torn apart by a finger-thick gap.

The steaming hot flesh exuding a metallic luster also seemed to have a stronger hardness than a liquid metal-like substance.

Soon, under the indiscriminate bombardment of the King Tiger, cracks like spider webs appeared on the surface of the thinking crystal embedded deep in the wreckage of the four fel puppets.

The light contained in the crystal is no longer stable, flickering like fine lightning bolts.

Even the movement and shooting trajectory of the wreckage of the fel puppet turned into a drunken man staggering around, scurrying around like a headless chicken.

The King Tiger took the opportunity to jump behind the wreckage of a fel puppet.

Relying on a stronger arm than a crane, he grabbed the two light rails behind the wreckage of this fel puppet, and forcibly twisted it towards the wreckage of the other three fel puppets.

The fel golem wreckage began shooting at each other.

Countless sparks and large parts were splashed.

Until each other became riddled with holes and reduced to scrap copper and rotten iron.

Tiger King just picked up the piece of scrap copper and iron under his feet, swung it like a meteor hammer a dozen times at high speed, and slammed towards the other three pieces of scrap copper and iron, smashing them all to pieces and scattering them all over the ground.

During this period, there was only one small incident.

One of the fel puppet remains, and two limbs were not blasted by the death ray.

When the tiger king picked up its companion and slammed it hard, it used these two limbs to dodge the attack of the tiger king.

As a result, it just bounced to the side of the wolf king.

The thinking crystal that was about to shatter gave the last order to the body that was being torn apart.

Input all the remaining holy light into the only remaining light blade and light track.

It is like a combination of a flaming hedgehog and a spinning top, spinning rapidly.

Attempts to purify an evil, filthy, chaotic carbon-based creature before completely incapacitating it.

"Jackal" Kanus ran away with his head in his arms.

It ran fast like a underdog with firecrackers tied to its tail.

Several times, the wreckage of the fel golem nearly slit his throat, decapitated him, entangled and ripped off his limbs in near-killing attacks from the wreckage of the fel golem.

But he was in a hurry and dodged in a panic.

Until the Tiger King yelled violently and fell from the sky.

The tiger's claws, which contained immense power, crushed the wreckage of this high-speed spinning fel puppet.

The wolf king, who had just climbed from the mud to the shore, let out a long sigh of relief, and showed a half-embarrassed, half-flattering smile to the tiger king.

The short and intense encounter was over.

Because when Tiger King manipulated the wreckage of the fel puppet and crazily emitted death rays, he deliberately aimed at the rock walls on both sides of the valley, cut a large number of rocks from the rock walls, and blocked the valley like an avalanche.

The remains of the fel puppets in the center of the valley were not awakened by them.

The hunters finally got out of the swamp and entered the relatively dry and safe forest.

After relaxing the nerves, taking back the totem armor, and exhausting the excessively secreted adrenaline and enkephalin, the seriously injured orc warriors clearly felt the unbearable pain and the irreversible loss of life.

Counting the tiger warrior who was attacked at the beginning and had his limbs chopped off.

There are a total of three hunters, who were seriously injured beyond treatment, and were squeezed out of their final fighting power by the totem armor.

Now, their faces are pale, their flesh and blood are dry, and their breathing and heartbeat are getting weaker and weaker.

The fire of life, like a feather falling into the River Styx, will sink into the never-ending abyss at any time.

But whether it is the three hunters themselves.

Or the wolves, tigers and leopards surrounding them.

But no one showed any expressions of sadness or fear.

On the contrary, everyone grinned and smiled, with a sharp light shining on their sharp fangs.

Especially the three dying.

Their smiles are extraordinarily bright, and they are extraordinarily proud.

For a high-level orc who admires glory and longs for sacrifice.

What kind of death could be more glorious than dying vigorously in the depths of the holy mountain, under the eyes of the ancestors?

Not to mention, they were killed in battle with the enemy's ultimate weapon, the fel golem.

This is simply undreamable, the most perfect way to die!

"Brothers, we will wait in the halls of glory of the ancestors—"

The three dying people embraced each other tightly, looked at the companions surrounding them, holding up their swords and axes, and blessed from the bottom of their hearts, "Waiting for your arrival, and we are on the eternal battlefield, Fight side by side again!"

"We will, we will follow in your footsteps, fight to the death vigorously in the most tragic way, and then be reborn in the hall of glory of the ancestral spirits, and continue to fight side by side with you!"

The wolves, tigers and leopards suddenly agreed.

Then, dozens of swords and axes fell at the same time.

The three seriously wounded who had lost their combat effectiveness and meaning of life were relieved happily.

From the three fragmented corpses, a large amount of liquid metal-like substance flowed out, like silver blood, meandering and spreading.

This is their totem armor.

Orc warriors are born, grow, train, fight, get injured, die, rot, and are absorbed by the roots of the mandala tree, giving birth to a new generation of orc warriors.

But the Totem Armor can never be completely destroyed.

Only in different ways, between orc warriors of different clans and eras, shifted, split and coalesced.

Because all the tiger warriors and jackal warriors present have their own totem armor.

The totem armor of the three deceased could not be completely transferred to the next owner.

So, under the chanting of Tiger King himself, the ancient and mysterious war epic guided the three lumps of liquid metal-like substance, turned into dozens of meandering silver snakes, and burrowed into the bodies of everyone present .

If too much liquid metal-like substance is swallowed in one breath, a "rejection reaction" will easily occur between the totem armors, which will turn the owner into a "origin warrior" who knows nothing but killing.

However, if the three totem battle armors are divided into dozens of parts, and each person only absorbs a small amount of liquid metal-like substance, these jackals, tigers and leopards can naturally be controlled steadily given the strength of their bodies.

"Fortunately, the Tiger King showed his might and only sacrificed three warriors."

"Jackal" Kanus leaned forward and said happily, "Now, we have the opportunity to get ahead of the Lion King, intercept the road, and set up an ambush!"

The tiger king tilted his head and looked at the wolf king with a half-smile. It wasn't until the guy started to look away from the left and right that he stretched out a scimitar-like claw and stabbed the wolf king's chest twice.

"You guy, did you say that you never thought of betraying the Lion King? If you really didn't think about it, why have you been hiding your strength?"

"What, what?"

"Just dodging the suicide attack of the fel puppet wreckage, those two moves were very beautiful! Judging from the reaction speed and route of those two moves, your true strength is not as ordinary as it usually appears. Actually, it's pretty strong!"

"This, this..."

"Hehe, the idiot 'Destroyer Horn' has always regarded you as a loyal dog, but he never thought that you, a bold corpse dog, would dare to temper such a tyrannical strength secretly under his nose, you This guy probably secretly stowed a lot of good things from the ruins of the lost temple, right?"

"Tiger, Lord Tiger King, please, please listen to my explanation..."

"No need to explain, as I said, I don't care whether you are a traitor or not, or whether you have ambitions or not. An ambitious traitor is more to my liking, and an ambitious traitor is more qualified to explore Holy Land with me." Mountain God Temple, if in the end, I am betrayed by you like the Horn of Destruction, then I can only blame myself for being stupid and weak!"

"I, I don't, Lord Tiger King, I can swear to the hundreds of millions of ancestors on the top of the holy mountain, I don't have the slightest ambition at all, everything I do is just to survive-to let myself, let the tribe, Let all Turan orcs survive!"

"You guy, it's really boring. Shouldn't our Turan warriors be the least afraid of death? Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, what should I do next, what's the problem?"

"Should... hiss!"

"Well, is there really a problem?"

The Tiger King frowned deeply, staring at the Wolf King whose face was pained and whose left eye was inexplicably congested and swollen.

"No, no problem."

The wolf king lowered his head, covered his left eye, gritted his teeth, and muttered to himself, "We... will definitely succeed... and survive!"