The Tiger King glared at the Wolf King fiercely

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

The Tiger King turned back and gave an order to the tiger warriors, "Also, be careful of the bones and weapons scattered in the swamp. This is the resting place of the ancestors. It is protected by the power of the totem. Many things may not be as decayed and corrupted as in the outside world."

, maybe, there are many broken bones and spikes that are very sharp, don’t let them scratch the skin, not even a drop of blood will ooze out, do you understand?”

Many tiger warriors and jackal warriors agreed in unison.

Those who are qualified to follow the Tiger King and the Wolf King in exploring the Holy Mountain are all experienced masters and the main force in the upcoming Battle of Glory.

They have long learned from ancient war epics how to deal with the night watchmen, magicians, holy light priests, dwarf artillery and elven poison blades of the Holy Light camp.

He also gained a deep understanding of the characteristics of the Evil Puppet of the Killing Angel.

Knowing that the dormant Fel Puppet will be awakened by the power of the totem or the blood of the Turan Orcs, it will transform from a wreckage that looks like scrap metal to a violent and unstoppable war machine.

"Lead the way!"

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

"Jackal" Canus opened his mouth, but did not dare to argue any more. He gestured to the jackal warriors under him, took back the totem armor, and checked each other to see if there were scratches on the rocks and thorns.

A small wound to prevent blood from oozing out in the swamp and attracting a surprise attack from the evil puppet.

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

Because I came here to explore last time.

"Jackal" Canus knew the route between the swamp and the blister, where the mud was relatively shallow and the ground was relatively solid.

In addition, the wolf warriors and tiger warriors are both tall and tall, and their height is generally more than four arms.

The mud was roughly up to their knees, and at most it reached their waists, so there was no need to worry that they would be annihilated.

However, the further you advance into the valley, the more corpses of evil puppets and Turan orcs are trapped in the mire.

Those limbs and weapons that tried their best to stick out of the mud, even if they were rusty and even covered with fungi, they still maintained the sharpness of blowing hair and breaking hair after being repeatedly infiltrated by spiritual energy for three thousand years.

The wolf warriors and tiger warriors must work hard and observe every detail with wide eyes. Even the feet hidden under the mud must stand up and recognize the dangers deep in the mud in order to avoid danger.

Any wounds made by the wreckage and bones.

After a while, twenty or thirty hunters all fell into the mud. They advanced one foot deeper and one foot shallower, and were gradually surrounded by the remains of the evil puppet.

The rock walls on both sides of the valley seemed to have become steeper. Not only were they perpendicular to the ground, they even closed above their heads, tending to swallow up the sky.

Even the ferocious wolves, tigers and leopards in the outside world were unable to howl even if they arrived in such a gloomy and terrifying place.

In the long and narrow valley, one can only hear their "thumping, thumping" heartbeats.

Suddenly, "Jackal" Canus stopped, his nose twitched, and he made a sniffing sound.

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

Because the sky above our heads has become very narrow, leaving only a ray of light thinner than a hair.

At first, the tiger warriors didn't realize what he wanted everyone to pay attention to.

It wasn't until hundreds of scarlet lights appeared on the rock walls on both sides and a creepy "squeaking" sound was heard that the tiger warriors discovered 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 and covered with countless wet vines, as well as moss growing along with the vines.

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

Their tails are twice as long as their bodies.

The flexible curling and ejecting posture resembles both an elephant's proboscis and a frog's tongue.

At the end of the long tail, there is also a triangular barb, which still shines with sharp light even in such a dim environment.

"Angler!"

The faces of the tiger warriors became particularly 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 trace amount of liquid metal, which is similar to the mysterious substance condensed into the totem armor.

This allows them to unleash the destructive power of a sword dance when they flick their tails rapidly.

Therefore, this giant bat likes to lie dormant in the dark, hanging its long tail like an angler lowering a fishhook, waiting for prey to fall into the trap.

That's how their names came from.

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

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

In fact, as long as the orc warrior's totem armor is strong and tight enough, even if he stands still and lets the "angler" poke it with his tail, it is impossible to pierce the armor, which is also made of liquid metal.

Outside “fishermen” also know very well how many pounds they have.

When encountering a powerful man like "Blade of Fury" who displays his domineering power and leads a large group of jackals, tigers and leopards, there is almost no possibility of taking the initiative to attack.

But they arrived at the killing battlefield deep in the Holy Mountain, surrounded by evil puppets.

Not only can it not wear the totem armor and exert the power of the totem, not even a drop of blood can penetrate it.

For careless orc warriors, this last step is particularly difficult to achieve.

The "anglers" born and raised in the depths of the Holy Mountain above them are not only larger and more ferocious than the outside world, but also, in the past three thousand years, they have rarely suffered from the Tulan orcs, and have long forgotten the orc warriors.

terrible.

"call"

At the same time as "Jackal" Canus warned, hundreds of "anglers" on both sides of the rock wall were already flapping their wings, making a "buzzing" sound that was similar to the flying of wild bees, but a hundred times noisier.

It made two black hurricanes and rushed towards the jackals, tigers and leopards below.

"Be careful not to get scratched by their tails!"

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

Tiger King's eyes widened in anger, his arms suddenly swelled, and the veins on the back of his hands undulated like angry dragons. He only heard a few crisp sounds of "click, click, click", and the rock between his palms suddenly cracked into hundreds of pieces.

fragments.

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

The gravel emitted a shrill scream, and a swarm of giant bats rushed towards it.

The dozens of "anglers" who charged the hardest were immediately beaten into blood mist and pulp.

The sharp-edged, bloody gravel, without slowing down at all, penetrated the eye sockets and mouths of dozens of "anglers", rushed through their internal organs, and carried a large amount of flesh and blood, from their excretion holes.

I got out of the hole and continued to look for the next target.

The "angler" was condescending, and the fierce flames that suddenly attacked were immediately knocked out by half of the tiger king.

The jackal warriors and tiger warriors who reacted also rolled over 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 the "anglers".

With their agility, as long as they can dodge the first stab from the "angler's" tail, it is almost impossible for them to get bloody wounds from such low-level totem beasts.

Instead, he can grasp the end of the "angler's" strange tail like a seven-inch pinch of a poisonous snake, with quick eyes and quick hands, two to three fingers away from the triangular barb that is rich in liquid metal.

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.

Then, the orc warriors threw away their arms, raised their big arms, grabbed the "anglers" by their tails, and violently threw these beasts towards the rocks on both sides of the valley. Often they only needed one or two blows to finish the job.

Let all the internal organs of the "angler" spurt out from his mouth.

Just like that, with a "crackling" sound, hundreds of "anglers" quickly turned into shriveled and cracked skins, and were stepped into the depths of the mire by the orc warriors.

The remaining "anglers" finally realized the terror of these jackals, tigers and leopards, and after neighing in panic, they turned around and flew hard towards the narrow sky.

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

Fortunately, "Jackal" Canus smelled the presence of "Angler" in advance.

The jackals, tigers and leopards, who had enough reaction time, fought a clean and tidy battle, and no one suffered a wound as small as a hair.

The remains of the evil puppets all around are still dormant.

Except for the breathing and heartbeat of the orc warriors, and the flapping wings of the "anglers" flying farther and farther away, the valley was completely silent.

Even the blood of the "angler" is spreading in the mire, even adhering to the surface of the evil puppet's remains.

But these weak low-level totem beasts are not the targets of evil puppets, and they are not worth wasting the holy light they spent three thousand years to accumulate.

Tiger King breathed a sigh of relief.

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

These substances, after being cast by priests and blessed by ancestral spirits, can be turned into raw materials for repairing and strengthening the totem armor.

But now, King Tiger obviously has no such interest.

"keep going."
Chapter completed!