Chapter 1260: Angler

Tiger King gave a vicious look at Wolf King
"Put away your totem armor, and don't release a trace of totem power. If you encounter danger, use flesh and blood to resist!"
The Tiger King turned his head and issued 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 totem. Many things may not be as rotten and corrupt as the outside world. , Maybe, many broken bones and spikes are still very sharp. Don't let them cut your skin and ooze blood-not even a drop can ooze, understand?"
Numerous tiger warriors and jackal warriors agreed in unison.
Those who are qualified to follow Tiger King and Wolf King to explore the sacred mountain are all experienced masters and the main force in the upcoming battle of glory.
They have long learned from the ancient war epic how to deal with the night watchmen, magicians, holy light priests, dwarf artillery and elven poison blades of the holy light camp.
He also deeply understood the characteristics of the Angel of Slaughter—the Fel Puppet.
Knowing that a fel puppet in a dormant state will be awakened by the power of the totem or the blood of the Turan orc, from a wreck that looks like a scrap of copper and iron to a violent, unending war machine.
"Lead the way!"
Tiger King nodded in satisfaction and stared at the Wolf King again.
"Jackal" Kanus opened his mouth, but didn't dare to argue any more, he made a gesture to the Jackal Warriors under him, retracted the totem armor, and checked each other for any rocks and thorns scratched out of his body. The small wound prevents blood from leaking in the swamp and attracting a sudden attack by the Fel Puppet.
After making sure that all the Jackal Warriors were unscathed, they took a deep breath and stepped cautiously into the mud.
Because I came to explore last time.
"Jackal" Kanus knew that the silt was relatively shallow and the ground was relatively solid between the swamp and the blisters.
In addition, the jackal warrior and the tiger warrior are both tall and mammoth, and they are generally taller than four arms.
The silt roughly flooded their knees and reached their waists at most, but don't worry, they will be destroyed.
However, the more you advance into the valley, the more fel puppet remains sunken in the mud, and the more Turan orc remains.
Those limbs and weapons that stretched out the silt, even if they were rusty and even covered with fungus blankets, under the repeated infiltration of psychic energy for three thousand years, they still maintained the sharpness of blowing and breaking hair.
Jackal warriors and tiger warriors must be attentive and watch every detail with wide-eyed eyes. Even the feet hidden under the mud must erect their hairs to recognize the danger in the depths of the mud. By the remains and bones, any wound was drawn.
In a short while, twenty or thirty hunters all plunged into the silt, stepping forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, gradually being surrounded by the remains of fel puppets.
The rock walls on both sides of the valley seem to have become steeper, not only perpendicular to the ground, but even closing above their heads, tending to swallow the sky.
Rao is a vicious jackal, tiger and leopard in the outside world. When they arrive in such a terrifying place, they are also suppressed by the weird atmosphere to make a half-howl.
In the narrow valley, only their heartbeats could be heard.
Suddenly, "Jackal" Kanus stopped, his nose flapped, making a sound of sniffing the smell.
Afterwards, he slowly stretched out his hands and pointed nervously at the rock walls on both sides.
Because the sky above my head was very narrow, only a ray of light that was thinner than a strand of hair remained.
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 the creepy sound of "squeaking" came out that the tiger warriors realized that they were not the only ones in this narrow valley. Living thing.
The rock walls on both sides of the valley are crisscrossed with countless wet vines and moss growing along with the vines.
There are also a large number of climbing vines hanging upside down, shaped like bats, but several times larger, with two pairs of wings and a long-tailed monster.
Their tails are twice as long as their bodies.
The flexibly curled and ejected posture resembles the proboscis of an elephant and the tongue of a frog.
At the end of the long tail, there is also a triangular barb growing, even in such a dim environment, it still shines with a sharp light.
"Angler!"
The faces of the tiger warriors became particularly ugly.
The giant bat, which they called the "angler", is a low-level totem beast.
Because the triangle-shaped skeletal structure at the end of the tail contains a small amount of liquid metal, which is similar to the mysterious substance condensed into a totem armor.
So that when they quickly flick their tails, they can inspire the destructive power of a sword dance.
Therefore, this giant bat likes to hibernate in the dark and hang its long tail down, just like an angler lowering a hook, waiting for its prey to be caught in the net.
That's how their names come from.
In the outside world, the "angler" is not such a difficult totem beast.
After all, the liquid metal content in their bodies is too low, and the body structure except the end of the tail is quite fragile. Even if the orc warriors are really caught in the neck by the "angler", they can explode their internal organs with one punch.
Moreover, as long as the totem armor of the orc warrior is strong and tight enough, even if it stands still and lets the "angler" poke with its tail, it is impossible to pierce the armor that is also made of liquid metal.
Outside "anglers" are also very aware of how many catties they have.
When encountering such a domineering strong man like "Blade of Fury", the brigade of Jackal and Tiger Leopard led by him, there is almost no possibility of taking the initiative to attack.
But they came to the depths of the sacred mountain, a killing battlefield surrounded by fel puppets.
Not only can't wear the totem armor, use the power of the totem, even a drop of blood can't penetrate.
For the careless orc warrior, this last one is extremely difficult to achieve.
And these "anglers" who were born and raised in the depths of the holy mountain above their heads are not only larger and more ferocious than the outside world, but also, in the past three thousand years, they have rarely experienced the sufferings of the Turan orcs, and they have long forgotten the orc warriors. Terrible.
"call-"
Just as "Jackal" Kanus warned, hundreds of "anglers" on both sides of the rock face had flapped their wings, making a "buzzing" sound that resembled the flying of wild bees, but was a hundred times more noisy. Make two black hurricanes, rushing towards the jackals, tigers and leopards underneath.
"Be careful, don't be scratched by their tails!"
At the critical moment, the Tiger King yelled violently. He didn't use the power of the totem at all. He pulled up a rock larger than his head from the silt under his feet, without using the power of the totem at all.
The tiger king's eyes widened, his arms suddenly swelled for a round, the blue veins on the back of his hand were undulating like an angry dragon. He heard a few crisp sounds, and the rock between his palms suddenly broke into hundreds of pieces. Fragments.
The Tiger King fiercely shot the gravel in his palm into the air.
The gravel made a screaming sound, and the giant bat group was in the middle.
Suddenly, dozens of "anglers" who rushed the most violently were beaten into blood fog and mud.
The sharp, gravel, at an unabated speed, continuously penetrated the eye sockets and mouths of dozens of "anglers", ramming between their internal organs, engulfing a large amount of flesh and blood, and passing through their excretion holes. I got out and continued to look for the next target.
The "Angler" was condescending, and the fierce flames that suddenly attacked were immediately knocked out by the Tiger King in half.
The jackal warriors and tiger warriors who reacted also rolled on the spot, covering their bodies with silt, reducing the possibility of the skin being exposed to the air and being directly bitten by the "anglers".
With their agility, as long as they can dodge the "Angler"'s first monster tail stab, it is almost impossible to be torn apart the wounds by this low-level totem beast.
On the contrary, it can hold the seven inches of a poisonous snake, with quick eyes and quick hands, grasping the end of the "angler"'s monster tail, 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 monster tail barb trembles, it is impossible to touch the fur of the orc warriors.
Afterwards, the orc warriors shook their arms, raised their arms, grabbed the "angler" by the tail, and slammed these beasts to the rocks on both sides of the valley, often only requiring one or two strikes. Let the internal organs of the "angler" spray out from the mouth.
In this way, with a "crackling" thumping sound, hundreds of "anglers" quickly turned into shriveled and cracked skins, and were stepped into the depths of the quagmire by the orc warriors.
The remaining "anglers" finally realized the horror of these wolves, tigers and leopards. After making a panicked neigh, they turned around and flew towards the narrow sky.
The Tiger King didn't have any interest in killing him. Instead, he ordered his subordinates to check each other's bodies immediately to see if there were any hidden wounds on their skin.
Fortunately, "Jackal" Kanus smelled the existence of "Angler" in advance.
The jackals, tigers and leopards, who had enough reaction time, fought a clean battle, and no one was torn even a hair-like wound.
The wreckage of the surrounding Fel Puppets is still dormant.
Except for the breath and heartbeat of the orc warriors, and the flapping wings of the "angler" flying farther and farther, there was a dead silence in the valley.
Even the blood of the "Angler" is constantly spreading in the quagmire, and even attached to the surface of the wreckage of the Fel Puppet.
But these weak and low-level totem beasts were not the targets of Fel Puppets, and it was not worth the light that they had spent three thousand years to accumulate.
The Tiger King breathed a sigh of relief.
If they are outside, at this time they should cut off the tails of the "anglers" and send them back to the tribe to be meticulously concocted by witch doctors to extract the liquid metal-like substances inside.
These substances, after the priest's spellcasting and the blessing of the ancestor spirit, can become the raw materials for repairing and strengthening the totem armor.
But now, Tiger King obviously has no such interest.
"keep going."
He looked at the depths of the valley where he couldn't see the end, and ordered "Jackal" Kanus.