Chapter 725: Manggu's discovery (Part 1)

The sky was constantly stirred, it became violent and noisy.
The violent storm completely shattered the veil of fate and lies, revealing the true pain of skin-cutting to the world.
Stretching into the camp on the other side of the horizon, the captain of the Scout Motor was kneeling down in front of his superior. Although the kid and the fart had lowered their gaze, he still felt fear.
Among this group of survivors, one of them had to convey the results of this catastrophic investigation, and this unpleasant responsibility had fallen on his captain.
"They are-dead."
Captain Moto is a strong Oak, wearing a dark brown leather jacket, and staring at the fully armed guard leader, the creature still bows its head.
"Oh?"
When the guard leader Mangul spoke, his deep voice slipped out of his iron-embedded chin in a slow tone, and even so, this still reached the most remote corner of the camp.
"If Shrimp is killed, why would you do this? Such a timid and cautious, this is a... insignificant victory?"
With a mocking tone, Mangul's thoughts turned to a blood-stained skinning knife. If his subordinates messed up the fighting report, the other boys would have pleasant work to do.
Mangul governs not only the guards, but also the entire reconnaissance system attached to the guards. Truv is a scout he met very early, and he is also an old acquaintance. Although he is not a friend, he is definitely a A powerful officer.
But he did not return.
"No, head."
"what is that?"
Mangul made a boo:
"Lying is a disadvantage."
The captain of the motorcycle backed away, and after fixing his body, he replied:
"Boss, some shrimps were killed, but not all, the key is-all the special warfare boys died"
The horrible silence spread, and the guards wearing silver-rimmed armor still stood like statues, but their eyes were filled with anger and excitement.
The fart stopped the whispering among them, leaving only the ticking of the mechanical sounding readings, and even the jumping in the swinging iron cage tried to turn the roar into a kind of... "weeping".
Only the rumbling of the armor outside and the nonsense of non-brained neurons disturbed the silence.
"All-- do you?"
Mangul asked, with a trace of indescribable terror in his voice.
"Yes, boss."
The captain of the motorcycle replied that the Oak fell to the feet of the guard leader, his face already eager to stick to the ground.
"what happened?"
"These shrimps set a trap, and they have some big guys."
"big guy?"
Mangul whispered:
"You promised me that there was nothing there, so I gave the order to send Truff and his boy to look at it, and now you tell me that there are big guys in Zhimi? Did they kill them all?"
"I'm afraid this is the case, boss."
The voice of the motorcycle boss is almost sobbing.
"How many shrimps did you kill?"
"Maybe... maybe a dozen..."
Captain Moto only whispered in his throat.
"It's wonderful..."
Mangul smiled. He used his tongue to slide subtly on the edge of the jagged lips of the iron chin, and stepped forward with the buzz of the armor.
At the same time, the abnormal boy Batka also came out from the shadows and stood behind Mangul. He is currently working with the boss to prepare a "big plan"-of course, after Guk agreed.
Batka's body was wrapped in an armor with a large number of coils, but his wide cloak did not cover his face covered by tattoos.
They walked all the way to the open ground, their eyes turned to the distance, where there was a vaguely visible Grand Canyon called the Witriel.
"It's like a scar with a scab."
Batka mumbled with a slightly electric sound, because his long-term stay with high-power transmission equipment changed his voice. [Eel] Batka is his new name.
"Ugly and ugly"
Mangul stared at the Crimson Grand Canyon in front of him and agreed softly.
The formation of the Grand Canyon of Witrel has a lot to do with the River Witlea. This river, which originated in the mountainous area of ​​Bitevill, runs through the entire province of Gramatia from south to north, with a total length of 1,300. More than one hundred kilometers.
Through the long-term erosion of the Waitelier River, it ran forward day and night, sometimes opening the mountain and splitting the road, sometimes making way back, and several canyons were carved upstream of the main stream and tributaries, and finally flowed through the south of Tyre In the Babu Plateau, there are even more amazing strokes, forming this spectacle of the Grand Canyon.
The entire canyon is 146 kilometers long, with the deepest point being about 1.2 kilometers and the widest point being 8 kilometers. The rocks are mostly red. Among them, there are a lot of deep valleys cut by many tributaries. The entire terrain can be described as fragmented.
This is an excellent location and the last barrier to the south of Tyre. Even the Oaks can see that humans will definitely fight against them in this place-unless they don’t even have this mind .
Guk also has this intention.
Maybe humans think that this is their fortress, but Guk believes that it will only become their tomb, even if the price is a little bigger~EbookFREE.me~ But as long as the main force of the empire is gathered here, then it can be easily followed Advance along the way.
"Loss" is never a word he needs to consider, only victory.
But for the current Mangul, this gorge is a place to be cursed. He lost the best special kid, maybe even Guk will ask about it, compared to Truv who started from a sinister wasteland. Always followed his scouts.
It stands to reason that he should be very angry.
Oh, his knife will taste the taste of blood, of course, he will use those shrimps as sacrifices, and use these knives to cut off their flesh and blood to make up for the failure of the overlord.
However, there is still a chance.
"Prepare for teleportation!"
Suddenly, Mangul gave orders, and the champion beside him punched his chest with his fists in tribute.
"Boss, bring me!"
The arena champion with red and white horned helmets howled eagerly:
"I want--"
The guard chief shook his head slightly.
"No, Guyu, I went alone."
"you sure?"
Batka also stepped forward, the arc visible to the naked eye beating between his eyes and lips.
"Don’t put yourself up, no matter who they are, they have killed Truff and his boys. No one can say that they can run away like a special war kid... not to mention that the thing is not perfect, There is a certain risk of long-distance transmission, in case there is a problem..."
"...I know."
Mangul interrupted the opponent.
"Ready to teleport."
Batka could only shake his head and walk away, Mangul pressed his palm against the axe handle of the phase axe, and the ancient armor repaired by Okimide gently chanted.
"Make sure you are ready to send me after a while, Batka."