Chapter 1259: Angel of Killing in the Swamp

"So, we will catch up with the'Horn of Destruction'?"
The Tiger King licked his canine teeth, eager to try.
As an inborn top predator, he can of course judge the approximate time of death of the Lion King's son by the degree of decay of the corpse.
Judging from the stiffness of flesh and blood and the faint smell of internal organs, this guy will not die for more than half a day, and the time to be buried in the soil will only be shorter.
This shows that between them and the Lion King's exploratory team, there is probably only half an hour's distance away.
As long as they speed up, they can get in front of the Lion King in minutes.
The Lion King is suffering from the pain of losing his son, and his mental state must be very unstable.
This is the best chance to kill him!
"Jackal" Kanus was embarrassed.
"Any questions?"
Tiger King frowned, his beard like a pin curled up and down.
"Yes, there is a little problem."
"Jackal" Kanus walked around the old tree and pointed to the dense forest road ahead, "There are two roads ahead, and there is a space node at the end of the road, which can help us jump to the next correct path.
"If I guessed correctly, the Lion King should have taken the path on the left, and was teleported away when the space changed last time."
"Then we will catch up immediately."
King Tiger said, "When the space changes next time, won't you be able to catch up with them and grab the tail of the Lion King?"
"It's not that simple."
"Jackal" Kanus bit the bullet and explained, "There are a total of nine changes in the spatial form of the depths of the holy mountain. After many nodes match each other, nine changes are needed. After a round of cycles, they can be matched again.
"That is to say, if we take the road on the left and go to the space node where the Lion King just stood, after the next space change, we will only be teleported to the wrong road, farther and farther away from the Lion King.
"Unless we have the patience to wait for the nine changes under this old tree, and all of them will appear at once-the space here is still very stable, otherwise this old tree will not grow so large and lush.
"But in this way, it is very likely that one or two days will be wasted..."
These words made Tiger King's face gloomy.
His killing intent slowly squeezed the surrounding air, making everyone including "Jackal" Kanus feel as if they were embedded in a rock with difficulty breathing.
"So, what about the road on the right?"
Fortunately, the bizarre sights around it seemed to make Tiger King understand that this is not a place where all problems can be solved by relying on violent and unparalleled brute force.
He blankly asked, coldly.
"The road on the right can lead to another space node, and after continuing three spatial changes, it coincides with the forward route of the Lion King. In fact, this is the main route of the Holy Light Army three thousand years ago."
"Jackal" Kanus hesitated, glanced at the dark clouded face of the Tiger King, and found that his expression had not changed much, so he continued, "But because of this, the route on the right is just It became the main battlefield for the sacred army of the Holy Light three thousand years ago and the guards of the sacred mountain of Turan.
"On the ruins of this ancient battlefield, you can see fragmented fel puppets everywhere. They may not be completely destroyed by the Turan warriors three thousand years ago. They are most likely to be in a dormant state, and, with a very strange method, a little Collected drop by drop the totem power seeping from the depths of the holy mountain, transformed into the evil energy known as the'Holy Light'.
"If we take a shortcut from the right, we must pass through the remains of the ancient battlefield, among the remains of countless fel puppets. For so many of us, if we awaken the fel puppets, it will be troublesome.
"You know, last time we went deep into the holy mountain, we explored the road on the right, and we accidentally awakened three fel puppets. As a result, seventeen experienced temple explorers were killed. Seventeen!"
Tiger King nodded.
"Are you finished?" He stared at the Wolf King.
"Jackal" Kanus was at a loss for words.
"After finishing speaking, quickly lead the way, we go to the right, and we must stop him and kill him before the'horn of destruction' finds the gate of the holy mountain temple!"
"But…"
"There is no'but', your timid corpse dog, if you are afraid of the remains of the puppet that has been fragmented three thousand years ago, when the battle of glory is the fiercest, Turan's army rushes into the holy light. What should you do if you encounter a fel puppet that has just fallen from the sky and is intact? Is the soul flying and scurrying? If this is the case, it is better to die here directly, lest you go to the land of the Holy Light and lose the Turan Warriors Face!" =
Tiger King’s saliva hit the Wolf King’s face like red steel nails.
The Wolf King’s Adam’s apple rolled up and down a few times, daring not to make any further arguments, he shrank his neck, and led the way in a desperate manner.
They collected a lot of lion fur and lion clan footprints on both sides of the road leading to the node on the left.
Orc warriors like to chew the most. They are used to refresh and calm the mood. Datura leaves that have been soaked and roasted repeatedly in spices and secret medicines, and the dregs spit out after chewing.
These clues all prove that the wolf king's words are true.
It strengthened Tiger King's determination to take shortcuts and catch up.
However, when they passed the node at the end of the road on the right, after another spatial change, and came to a completely unfamiliar area, they discovered that the really difficult problem had just appeared.
This is a low valley between two steep mountain walls.
Perhaps it is the unpredictable topography. Because waterfalls and streams are often introduced into the valley, the entire valley is blocked by silt. There are blisters and swamps between the silt. After three thousand years of fermentation, it exudes a strong pungent smell. .
Looking around, the remains of fel puppets scattered everywhere in the swamp, like a pair of metal and spar castings, with gears instead of joints, pipes instead of tendons, and strangely shaped giant skeletons, quietly sleeping.
Many fel puppets were completely plunged into the depths of the swamp, revealing only the heads or limbs of the tip of the iceberg.
But it makes people unable to see whether they have been completely destroyed, and how many fascinating lethal weapons are still inlaid on their bodies.
Around the fel puppet, there were ten times more bones of Turan warriors.
Judging from the dim luster of most of the bones, they should be the heroic and fearless victims in the vigorous battle to defend the Holy Mountain Temple three thousand years ago.
The orc bones, which are more distorted and broken a hundred times more than the wreckage of the Fel Puppet, silently speak of the horror of the ultimate weapon honored by the Holy Light camp as the "Angel of Slaughter".
Many Turan warriors were wiped out even three thousand years ago, leaving only empty armor and warped weapons, which have been eroded by the years and become part of the swamp.
Among the dusty remains of the ancient battlefield, there are only a few relatively fresh corpses.
-Saying "fresh" is also compared with the time scale of three thousand years.
In fact, these corpses were all fragmented, highly decayed, and even before they were highly decayed, they were burned into brittle coke.
They are all explorers who followed "Jackal" Kanus to the sacred mountain last time.
Although the fighting power is not as good as the tiger warrior behind the "Blade of Fury".
But they are all experienced temple explorers. They are best at digging the ground and responding to changes. They used to follow "Jackal" Kanus and traverse countless temple ruins, with many institutions and the test of a life of nine deaths.
But they seemed to have not even traveled halfway through this swamp valley, and they were torn to pieces by the awakened Fel Puppets and burned to charcoal.
Tiger King's face became particularly ugly.
"How come there are so many fel puppets?"
Known as the "Blade of Fury", he has no feeling of "seeing the heart of hunting".
Fel puppets, like Turanze's original warrior, are the ultimate weapons of the two races.
It is different from the warriors of the origin that can be "made" from the maddening Turan warriors, the ferocious witch doctor secret medicine, and the out-of-control totem armor.
Fel puppets are not something that the Holy Light Temple can make on its own.
At best, the Holy Light Temple can only create the body of the Fel Puppet—the huge behemoth composed of dense pipes, intricate gears, and limbs inlaid with sharp blades.
As for the "brain" of the fel puppet, the shining crystals all depend on the prayers of the holy light to fall from the sky, and then install it in the metal shell, so that the cold dead object can continue to fight until it is completely complete. The ability to destroy.
It is precisely because the birth of the Fel Puppet is so difficult.
The Holy Light Temple has always been very cautious about the use of fel puppets. In an ordinary-scale battle, no more than dozens of fel puppets will be invested. Moreover, even if the fel puppets are destroyed, the fragments will be broken. Drag it back, repair and reorganize, and use its value to the extreme.
The Tiger King did not expect that the Holy Light Army three thousand years ago would have been willing to drop so many fel puppet remains in this small mountain col.
It truly is the "Era of the Great Extinction Order", the most powerful era of the Holy Light camp in the past ten thousand years!
"These fel puppets are deliberately staying here, acting as a'seal'."
"Jackal" Kanus explained with a gloomy expression, "Although the Holy Light Army 3,000 years ago failed to find the Holy Mountain Temple and the remains of the Great Fireball, they had to retreat because they had run out of ammunition and food.
"But before retreating, they left a large number of fel puppet remains, blocking most of the correct road to the holy mountain temple. The purpose is obvious. After thousands of years of sealing, the Turan orcs rediscovered The possibility of the Holy Mountain Temple is at least trying to create more trouble for us.
"Because they were left deliberately, the internal structure of many fel puppets has not been greatly damaged. Coupled with the silent collection and transformation of fel energy for three thousand years, their combat power may not be better than the ones that have just fallen from the sky and have been assembled. Fel puppets, how much difference is there."