Chapter 1032: A golden retriever

"What a terrible wound!"
Casaval took a breath.
The hairs on the back of the neck stand upright like steel pins.
He thought that the attack that caused this wound must have been silent at first, mixed in the stormy offensive, and did not get the attention of the crocodile head at all.
Perhaps at the moment of the attack, the crocodile's head just felt it, and it was lightly bitten by an insect under its armpit.
Then, his left chest cavity and heart were completely blasted into mud.
But wait—
Casavabi made a gesture, always feeling very awkward, "How can the attacker attack the underarm of the crocodile's head?"
The armpits are the same as the eyes, lower body, and temples.
Moreover, it is covered by both arms and is on the side, which is usually difficult to be hit.
Unless the opponent first induces the crocodile head to make a move, let the crocodile head raise his arms high, exposing the vitals under the armpit, and then end the battle and the life of the crocodile head with a lightning fast offensive.
But the crocodile head is not stupid.
Among the five clans, the Shadow Clan is known for sneaking, assassinating, and sneaking.
The father of Crocodile Head was originally a shadow warrior.
He inherited part of the shadow bloodline, even at the craziest time, he was more cunning than most tauren warriors.
If you want to be fooled by the crocodile, how did the other party do it, or how much did it cost?
"The'Night Demon' is injured."
Heifang answered Kasava’s confusion,
From our investigation of the scene and the analysis of the family’s witch doctor’s dissection of the corpse, the Daredevil first exposed the vitals of his neck, causing the crocodile’s head to fall from his neck. Tear off a large piece of flesh and blood, causing the crocodile head to mistakenly think that he has a chance to kill the legendary'Night Demon', thus exposing a fatal flaw under the excitement."
"neck…"
Casava frowned deeply.
He originally thought that he had seen too many cruel and murderous people.
Including himself, he was a cruel man with broken tendons and never frowned.
But the fierceness of the Night Demon was far beyond his expectations.
Intentional injury to lure the enemy into attack is not a smart tactic.
However, it is extremely rare to dare to take a heavy blow on the neck in exchange for the enemy's flaws, so decisive and cruel.
You know, the neck involves the cervical spine, trachea, and aorta. If you are not careful, your entire head will be torn off by the crocodile's head.
The Night Demon is so confident that he can precisely control every detail at the moment of life and death. Can he still kill the crocodile head even with blood spurting on his neck?
Having said that, this also means...
"Night Demon was badly hurt?"
Casava thought, "Are we going to capture someone with serious injuries on their neck or shoulders?"
"Not necessarily. Judging from the series of attacks carried out by the Night Demon, this is a very well-calculated person, a person who can predict our actions and even our thoughts in advance, a ghost wandering around us, he will not stay. Under such an obvious flaw."
Heifang said, "I always have a very strange feeling. Compared with his meticulous plan and sharp combat effectiveness, the most terrifying thing about this Night Demon is his recovery and growth speed.
"Yes, he is growing.
"The series of attacks in the past seven days were not just for disrupting Pointe-Noire, revenge on the Bloodhoof clan, snatching totem armor, or arousing the resistance of the tree people.
"He is undergoing a special training, targeting the clan warriors in Pointe Noire to sharpen his combat effectiveness."
"what!"
Kasavar was shocked, and an anger suddenly rushed over his head.
Take the noble bloodhoof warrior as a target?
It is unforgivable!
"Seven days ago, when the Night Demon shot for the first time, it was obvious that his totem armor only had two characteristics of'shock' and'sprint'. At least he only showed these two characteristics, and totem warfare. Armor A’s attack power is not too strong. It takes an average of three or five moves to knock down a team-level warrior."
Heifang said, "But analyzing from the traces on the crocodile head body, when killing the crocodile head, the night demon used at least twelve totem combat skills, involving seven different characteristics.
"And an ordinary team-level warrior, even wearing a full set of totem armor, is no longer an enemy of the Night Demon.
"Do you know what this means, Kasavar?"
Casava's eyes widened.
In just seven days, the characteristics of the Totem Armor have been upgraded from two to at least seven?
Of course Casava knew what this meant.
But how is it possible?
"You mean, Lord Blacktooth, you mean, in just seven days, the Night Demon has continuously swallowed the totem armor he robbed, digesting and absorbing all the'totem power' inside?"
Kasavar couldn't believe it, "Is he crazy? After swallowing so many'combat skills' and'characteristics' in just seven days, he is not afraid of being controlled by the'totem power' and becoming a samurai of origin? "
"It turns out that the night demon is not crazy."
Heifang said quietly, "You must admit that the beauty of this world is that there are always unexpected monsters that can break all experiences, conventions, and limits.
"Just like before me, no one could have imagined that someone could abruptly interrupt the process of transforming into a samurai of origin, leaving most of the remains normal and rational.
"So, I don't think Night Demon is seriously injured.
"On the contrary, after fighting with the crocodile head, I have accumulated more experience, and after plundering the totem armor of the crocodile head, I believe that the night demon has become more powerful and terrifying."
"..."
Kasavar did not expect that the most terrifying priest in the family would have such a high evaluation of the Night Demon.
Before that, although Kasavar also knew that the Night Demon was a rather troublesome existence.
But it's just trouble.
Not a real threat.
In the bottom of Kasavar's heart, he couldn't help but give birth to an intricate taste.
Surprise, anger, and a trace of... jealousy?
He knew that Heifang called him here and praised the night demon so deliberately, not necessarily because of the violent method, and wanted to inspire his fighting spirit.
But he is happy to be fooled, and fight this Night Demon!
"Master Black Teeth—"
Kasava thought for a while and said, "Since you think that the recovery ability of the Night Demon is different from that of ordinary people, the heavy wound on the neck is very likely to heal quickly, then how should we hold his foot?"
Kasavar knew that Black Tooth would never aimlessly.
If there is no clue, I won't waste time with him here.
Sure enough, there was a deep laughter from under the hooded cloak of Black Tooth.
"Night Demon's methods are indeed very clever. In the Prosperity Era, it is difficult to meet such an interesting guy."
Heifang said calmly, "However, after attacking dozens of clan warriors in a row, he still left clues and exposed his identity."
"Did Mr. Blacktooth find anything?"
Kasavar was surprised and delighted.
The black tooth spreads out the palm directly.
In his palm, he held two crystal flakes that were as thin as a cicada's wings and were clear and transparent.
This is a legacy of an extremely glorious old era.
It is the crystallization of the wisdom of the sacred ancestors, and is known as a "glass slide" artifact.
Because of their extreme fragility, weapons made of metal are a hundred times rarer.
Only among the thousand-year-old giants like the Bloodhoof family, the most respected priests can own a few.
Rao is Kassavar as the master of the Blood Skull arena, and he can often see the rare treasures from all over Turanze from the hands of foreign gladiators.
Seeing such a thin and transparent crystal flake, he still swallowed subconsciously.
He squinted, held his breath, and looked carefully on the slide.
I saw a piece of pale golden hair sandwiched between two crystals that were as thin as a cicada's wings, with a slight redness at the end.
This hair is very fine, it should not be hair, but the hair on the body.
If it wasn't for the black teeth solemnly sandwiched with crystal flakes, but scattered on the ground, it would definitely be ignored.
"this is…"
Kasavar knew that this hair must be very particular.
He wanted more information from Black Tooth.
"This was found in the nails of the tail fingers of the crocodile head, with a few traces of blood stained on it. It is certain that this is not the hair of the crocodile head itself."
Heifang said indifferently, as if to test Kassavar deliberately.
Kasavar's thoughts turned, and immediately thought: "This is the hair of the night demon!"
"Yes."
Black Tooth smiled slightly, "In order to attract the crocodile head to attack and expose the vitals under the armpit, the night demon suffered a heavy blow to the neck.
"Although his control of his own flesh and blood has reached a level of exquisiteness, he can precisely control his injuries without touching the blood vessels, trachea and cervical spine, but it is impossible to control every hair in his body.
"Although the crocodile's head is dead, it also made a great contribution beforehand, grabbing this precious hair from the neck of the night demon.
"Kasava, your blood-skull arena is full of talents. Gladiators from the five clans are available. Can you tell which warrior's hair this is?"
Kasavar knew that the real test was coming.
He held the precious crystal flakes in both hands.
In the corner of the secret room, more than a dozen oil lamps fueled by the grease of totem beasts, composed of shadowless lamps, were adjusted to the brightest.
From different angles, carefully observe the golden hair caught in the crystal flakes.
After obtaining the consent of Heifang, he used delicate feather-like movements to uncover the crystal flakes and sniff the golden hair.
After pondering for a long time, he came to a conclusion in shock.
"This turned out to be a lion man's hair!"
Black Tooth smiled, and took the crystal flakes from Kassavar's hand again.
There was a word in the mouth, and the intricate lines in the palm of the palm were slowly flowing, shining brightly, and soon intertwined into a three-dimensional array of symbols, lifting the crystal flakes.
With the rays of light pouring into the golden hair.
From the golden hair, an extremely thin psychic energy escaped unexpectedly, stirring the air above the crystal flakes, and letting out a roar similar to the roar of a lion.