Chapter 1277: Fel Pollution

Thinking of the suspected variable problem, "Jackal" Kanus's brain began to ache again.
The work of surrendering and reorganizing the Big Horn Army went smoothly.
Once the reorganization is completed, coupled with the loss of the head of the army, the wolf clan battle group that is obedient to oneself.
The strength of his own hands surpasses the Lions, Tigers, Tauren and Boars, and sits on Turanze's largest army.
Of course, in terms of high-end combat power, he still lacks.
After all, Turanze is a land that respects the strong, and doesn't like to bully the less by more.
But this problem, I believe that after working with the guys from the Tusk Mountains, it can be greatly alleviated.
The only flaw is that the ancient dream saint temporarily escaped from her control.
Moreover, the ancient dream saint seems to be a blessing in disguise, possessing a stronger spiritual power, which in turn can invade her own brain.
But this is not irremediable.
No one knows better than "Jackal" Kanus, what a terrible price it takes to overload the brain and push the mental power to break through the limit.
The brain of the ancient dream saint had grown abnormally, and the cerebral blood vessels were messy and fragile.
If she burns her brain at all costs like this, maybe she will die soon because of her brain burst.
Even if she is lucky enough to survive, the overall situation is set now, and it is not that she, a puppet who has been supported by herself, can turn the tide.
It's just that the one who spied on himself in secret, is it really the saint of ancient dreams?
Why, there is a faint feeling that is both familiar and unfamiliar, like... an old friend you met a long time ago?
A soft "click" sound came from the front.
That was the sound of an angry lion warrior's foot, breaking on a dead branch.
This angry lion warrior is a vanguard sent by the lion king.
Specially responsible for the reconnaissance environment at the forefront of the exploratory team.
The hiding place between him and the wolf king was less than ten arms away.
Just take a few steps forward and you can step on the wolf king's head.
However, the heartbeat and breathing of "Jackal" Kanus did not change at all.
Even the eyeballs didn't move even once.
Looking at the angry lion warrior with a calm heart, he swung his knife and chopped a few times in the dense forest.
The dead branches, vines and weeds that had not been felled for three thousand years immediately bit his sword to death.
The angry lion warrior cursed lowly a few times.
Worrying about the possibility of falling asleep in the wreckage of the fel puppet in the depths of the dense forest, and dare not release too strong totem power to destroy the dead.
Besides, along the way, they traversed a lot of dangerous areas that "Jackal" Kanus had already identified in advance.
Although several good players, including the son of the lion king, were damaged, they were all swept by space storms and belonged to natural disasters rather than crimes of war.
Except for the space storm, they neither awakened half of the fel puppet remains, nor did they encounter half of the enemy.
Seeing that victory was in sight, the angry lion warriors gradually relaxed their vigilance.
The angry lion warrior drew a sword from the dead branches and vines, spit, and searched in the other direction.
Behind him, half of the Lion King’s "Horn of Destruction" exploratory team has stepped into the ambush.
"Jackal" Kanus's gaze became calm and condensed again, like a cone of ice frozen inch by inch.
After taking a deep breath ten times slower than usual, he completely left the mysterious snooper behind.
After all, it is too late to consider this issue now.
The arrow is on the string and I have to send it.
He had no choice since the mysterious night that was too long to describe with pen and ink more than ten years ago.
And everything he got on that night helped him step by step to today, helped him seize every opportunity and avoid every risk, and helped him from a homeless corpse dog to a veritable wolf. The lord of the clan helped him turn the unattainable Lion King and Tiger King into prey in the trap.
So, next, is it possible that the seemingly out of reach of the war chief's throne will go to another home?
"No, absolutely impossible!
"Except for me, no one is qualified to be a war chief!
"No one has a way to save Turanze!
"This is the mission given to me by the ancestor spirit!"
Perhaps it is the moment that has been carefully planned for more than ten years.
"Jackal" Kanus could sense his nerve endings and was trembling slightly.
But he quickly controlled every nerve, every muscle and every wolf hair in his body.
And the crazy secreted hormones are sent to the brain and turned into the necessary fuel for the brain to run at super high speed.
The last time it was deduced, there was still no problem.
One third of the Lion King’s exploratory team has stepped into the ambush.
It is inevitable to wake up the wreckage of the fel puppets that may exist nearby. Most people neither have totem armors nor the power of totems to check the surroundings.
In other words, their vision, hearing, touch, and combat effectiveness are all firmly restricted to a very low level.
Although the Lion King and his capable officers can be armed to the minions in just a blink of an eye.
But in a blink of an eye, it was enough for Tiger King to use his "Blade of Fury" to bring them the last surprise in their lives.
In order to achieve this, the Tiger King learned more than a dozen times about the specific staffing of the Lion King Exploration Team from "Jackal" Kanus.
And for each of the Lion King’s subordinates, an attack team was arranged to conduct repeated drills to ensure that nothing went wrong.
Of course, the Tiger King would never have imagined that the Wolf King, with his proficient acting skills, has repeatedly confessed a dozen times in the intelligence, and there is a deadly trap hidden.
The so-called "thunderbolt, foolproof" will definitely become "a mistake that will hurt both sides."
However, "Jackal" Kanus didn't think the Tiger King would doubt him.
After all, he is just a puppet of the lion king.
Isn't it normal that the puppet doesn't know the master's hole cards?
not to mention…
"After this battle, among the Lion King and Tiger King, what will the one still alive look like?"
The corner of "Jackal" Kanus's mouth evoked a smile line that only he could feel.
At this time, half of the Lion King’s exploratory team had stepped into the ambush.
The Lion King "Horn of Destruction" in the middle of the queue was only half a step away from the ambush.
This chief chief of the Golden Clan, who is burning like a golden flame, also does not wear a totem armor. He has neither interest nor doubt about everything around him, but his brows are frowned, and he is still immersed in the bereavement. In pain, I was still thinking about the test that would be encountered after going deep into the Holy Mountain Temple.
"Jackal" Kanus could already smell the blood that was about to emerge.
He heard the sound of killing, tearing flesh and bones that were about to echo in his cranial cavity.
But at this moment—
The Lion King suddenly stopped.
Every hair on the whole body is erected like golden needles.
The whole person swelled suddenly, like a golden hedgehog magnified more than ten times.
"How…"
"Jackal" Kanus' eyes widened first.
Soon the pupils contracted to the limit.
He already knew why the Lion King was vigilant half a step before stepping into the ambush.
Because he heard it too.
Hearing the remains of the Fel Puppet, the rusty limbs that pierced the eardrums, the sound of hissing.
I heard the sound of towering trees burning and crashing down.
There was also a series of deafening explosions.
There were also screams of weird accents and screams in it.
Then, "Jackal" Kanus saw that after more than ten years of meticulous design, on the left side of the almost perfect encirclement circle, something that should never be here appeared in the dense forest.
The wreckage of three shaky fel puppets.
The remains of the three fel puppets are all crappy with bleak spar and magic runes that have been almost flattened by the years.
The strenuous exercise just now caused their incomplete limbs to endure more wear and tear. When they were chasing here, they crawled staggeringly while "clicking" and spraying parts out. There was nothing to talk about. How much combat power is there.
The three fel puppet remains themselves seem to be aware of this problem.
Before the last few metal links broke and fell apart, they simply sat down in the dense forest and collapsed.
However, the threat of these fel puppet remains has not diminished due to the loss of mobility.
On the contrary, because of a terrifying possibility, it has soared beyond the limit.
"Do not…"
"Jackal" Kanus just roared in his heart.
Embedded on the wreckage of the three fel puppets, the spar that was originally dim and full of cracks, is like a firework that bursts all the energy in an instant, igniting an astonishing light.
The light was like a pale flood. There were no weeds, bushes, towering trees, snakes, insects, rats, and ants, and the wolf and tiger clan who were perfectly dormant in the dense forest.
"Fel pollution!"
"Jackal" Kanus finished his roar in his heart.
This is another version of the Turan Orc's "Holy Light Blast".
Whether "Holy Light Blasts" or "Fel Energy Pollution", this tactic of burning jade and stone is always the most troublesome tactic.
Fortunately, these three low-level fel puppet remains could not store much psionic energy.
Because there are still "power angels" dormant in the same swamp, most of the psionic energy naturally generated between the heavens and the earth is absorbed by the force angels, and they have not accumulated much psionic energy in the past three thousand years.
This round of "feel pollution" is quite a bit of thunder and rain.
At least, there was no substantial damage to the heavily armed wolf and tiger tribes other than sound and light pollution.
The problem is that, centered on the wreckage of the three self-destructed Fel Puppets, the range of dozens of arms around was swept by shock waves, dozens of towering trees were cut off and even uprooted, and a large number of weeds and shrubs were burned. After all, even the thick and dense humus surging like ocean waves.
As a result, the ambushers who have just been perfectly integrated with the environment are all exposed to the lion king!