The Earth People are so Fierce

Fortunately, the vegetation in the depths of the holy mountain is very dense.

But there is no large totem beast that can threaten the strong orc.

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

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

Although they heard the movement in the middle of the valley, these snakes, insects, mice and ants also poked their heads from the cracks and underground, carefully spying on the tiger king's hunting team.

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

Therefore, the next section of the road concealed in the mud was a thrilling ride.

Although the mud is getting deeper and deeper, in many cases, the hunters have to step on waist-deep mud to trudge.

But they never awakened any fel puppet wreckage, and never encountered the second team's eye-opening "angler".

In this way, after about half an hour of trekking deep in the valley.

The valley gradually widened.

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

The trumpet-shaped valley mouth was close at hand, and the silt gradually became shallower. The fel puppet remains embedded in the silt appeared sparse, not as dense as in the middle of the valley.

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

After hearing these words, the hunters whose feet were gradually pulling out of the mud, the nerves that had always been tight, were finally able to relax a little bit.

Many people can't help bending over to wipe off the mud that wraps their feet.

Massage the twitching muscles by the way 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 calf of the tiger warrior was covered with chubby leeches.

These leeches showed a rotting deep purple like a dead body, and the surface was also wrapped with disgusting gray markings. Using the extremely sharp circular mouthparts, they firmly bit the tiger warrior's calf.

Probably because the mouthparts of the leeches contained nerve-paralyzing body fluids, and the hunters focused all their attention on the remains of the fel puppets, they did not even notice the existence of the leeches.

Until this moment, everyone discovered that it was not just the hapless tiger warrior, but almost everyone's legs were densely packed with ugly little demons.

Judging from the bulging to the crystal clear body shape, these insatiable little demons have nailed them for a long time, sucking up their blood.

"Huh!"

The first angry lion warrior who discovered that his legs were covered with leeches, quickly drew out his dagger, and subconsciously picked it up on his leg.

Turanze’s leeches absorb the power of totems and feed on the corpses of warriors and beasts. After long-term evolution and mutation, they can not only **** blood.

Many varieties of leeches can inject special anesthetics and digestive enzymes into the prey, and slowly dissolve the flesh and blood of the prey into pus. Then, they will go in and eat, and use the nutrients provided by the prey to breed offspring in the prey. ,thrive.

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

When the unfortunate behemoth falls to the ground and falls to pieces, not to mention the internal organs in the skin, often there are not even a few bones left.

There are only tens of thousands of crazily squirming leeches, pouring out like a flood that bursts a bank...

Even if an orc warrior who is not afraid of death and is proud of his tragic death, he will shudder deeply at the thought of such a dirty and dishonorable way of death.

Not to mention the super leeches in the depths of the sacred mountain, definitely more brutal and weird than the outside world-isn't the "angler" just now bigger and more brutal than the outside world?

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

In order to prevent these little demons from getting into their own flesh and blood.

"do not want!"

The Tiger King and the Wolf King were shocked by the actions of their subordinates, and they screamed almost in unison.

But they were still too late.

For this hunting operation, the weapons that the Tiger King carefully selected for his subordinates were too sharp.

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

Even if the tip of the blade hasn't touched the leech, the sharp piercing shot from the spine of the blade has already made a light cut on the leech's back.

In their lifetime, these leeches have never encountered so many strong prey and sucked such sweet blood in the swamp.

The result of frantic sucking is that their bodies are filled with orc blood that is several times heavier than their own weight, and they become trembling, shiny, fat bugs that burst like a balloon filled with water.

The reaction of the tiger warrior was quick enough, he realized that he had done a stupid thing in an instant, and stopped moving abruptly.

But his blood still shot out like an arrow along the cracks in the hair that was torn by sharp edges behind the fat bug.

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

Almost half of the blood arrows were caught.

However, there were still a few drops of blood that could hardly be seen by the naked eye, leaking from their claws, and gently dripping into the turbulent mud, almost without making any ripples.

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

The blood of the orcs and warriors all poured into the eyeballs and ear canals, pushing their vision and hearing to the limit, searching extremely nervously for the movement of the wreckage of the surrounding fel puppets.

The sparse wreckage of the fel puppet seemed to be still asleep.

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

This made the orcs and warriors a little lucky.

I am optimistic that the droplets of blood falling into the quagmire are too small and too few, just a few tiny strands of blood.

The fel puppet remains asleep for too long, and the mysterious and complicated gears and pipes have long been rusted and blocked, which greatly weakens or even exhausts the ability of these killing angels to perceive the enemy.

However, just when their hearts started beating again.

Everyone heard weird buzzing from all directions.

No, not in all directions.

This buzzing is more like coming directly from the depths of their brains, and hitting back and forth on the inside of their skulls, hitting them with a splitting headache, almost unable to condense the fighting will, and can't remember any, it should have been integrated into the blood. Formation of conditioned reflex combat skills.

They were too shocked.

The tiger warrior who pierced through the leeches and squeezed out the blood had seven or eight shining, constantly moving light spots abruptly.

If you look closely, you can find that every spot of light comes from a faint beam of light.

The source of the light is the wreckage of fel puppets scattered around!

"Huh!"

Before everyone could make any moves, the Tiger King had already thrown out the "violent blade" that was entangled on his body and made from the hardest piece of bone of the patriarch of the tiger clan in the past.

A peerless fierce knife like a skeletal dragon, the gap between each joint has been stretched to the limit, making it from an indestructible heavy battle knife to a flexible whip, not light or heavy, and entangled with precision. The waist of this tiger warrior.

The Tiger King yanked violently.

The tiger warrior rose into the air and flew towards the forest beyond the quagmire.

Seven or eight beams of light staring at him were suddenly a hundred times brighter, forming a criss-crossing net, and came over.

Despite the Tiger King’s timely drag, the Tiger Warrior escaped the deadly attacks that locked the eyebrows, temples, heart and abdominal cavity.

But the dead light of frantic blasting still swept through the roots of the limbs of the tiger warrior without any effort.

The tiger warrior was still dancing in midair.

The arms and legs that were not protected by the totem armor were cut off by Qi Gen.

The huge wound was as smooth as a mirror, and the broken blood vessel was instantly burned and closed by the dead light, without a drop of excess blood flowing out.

Just like this tiger warrior, born with only a bald body.

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

Click!

The tiger warrior fell heavily under a big tree outside the mud.

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

But the fear of losing his hands and feet in an instant and being unable to fight anymore still made the tiger warrior yell hysterically.

It's just that no one can care about the feeling of such a tiger warrior at this time.

All the sensory organs of everyone are firmly locked in the "gurgling" bubbling, like a boiling mud, killing machines rising from the ground, surfaced.

The remains of Qibatai fel puppets surrounding the wolves, tigers and leopards are awakening.

The crystals embedded in the depths of the gears and pipes re-emerged with dazzling light.

This light was like flames flowing everywhere, quickly enveloping the whole body of the wreckage of the Fel Puppet, burning away the moss, rust and dirt that had covered thousands of years, revealing a new metallic luster, and the delicate silk-like texture of the magic circle.

The gears spin and the pipe trembles, the power from the depths of the holy crystal, through a series of mysterious and complicated transformations and amplifications, is output to the end of the tightly structured killing machine.

These fel puppet remains, like flower buds that are blooming, have expanded freely stretched limbs, swords, guns, swords and halberds rippling with the holy light, and a branch that can gather the holy light to the limit, and then blast it out in a directed direction. , Forming a hollow light track of dead light.