Chapter 1392: poet

The blood-colored crystals that were shattered by the horn of destruction just now turned into red mist.
The red fog sucked in a gulp, but like a demon with life, it showed its teeth and claws, and scattered on everyone's totem armor and all the mandala trees.
Including the Lion King and the Tiger King, everyone immediately felt that their totem armor became jerky, stiff, and difficult to control.
There is a subtle force that is stirring in the armor against their will.
On the surface of the mandala tree, which was stained with a lot of red mist, countless strands grew out, like the blood pattern of a neural network.
Under the blessing of blood veins, the mandala tree seemed to be injected with extremely violent fuel, and the waving of vines, branches and roots became more fierce and brutal, like ten thousand poisonous snakes. At the same time, from the killing jungle, He stuck his head out and stared straight at the prey in front of him.
The incomparably tragic fighting entered a white-hot state in the first second that the smell just came.
Almost every liger warrior has three or five vines, branches and roots wrapped around his body and limbs.
These venomous snakes, wrapped in spiritual magnets, are either strangling more and more tightly, trying to strangle or even tear off the limbs of their prey.
Or split into seven or eight petals from the end, bite the armor of the prey like a piranha, try to tear the armor, and inject deadly toxins and acids into the flesh and blood of the prey.
There were even some branches covered with mandala fruits. After wrapping around the prey, the mandala fruits, which were deformed and ugly like tumors, actually exploded like bombs.
The violent psychic energy contained in it was released in an instant, and the prey was suddenly turned into a big flaming fireball.
Of course, the liger warrior is by no means a prey that is helpless and waiting to die.
Under the agitation of the leader's battle cry, they swung swords, axes and hammers and rushed towards the densest part of the mandala tree without fear of death.
Numerous vines, branches and roots were torn off.
Struggling like an earthworm exposed to the scorching sun.
Even two mandala trees were besieged by several masters and uprooted by liger warriors.
For a time, the blood of the orcs mixed with the sap spurted from the mandala tree, like lava flowing everywhere, and the best nutrient that was sacrificed to the original mother.
The Lion King, Tiger King, and Wolf King are like three tornadoes that contain the power to destroy and destroy, and they are entangled together.
In this round, it was the Wolf King who took the initiative to attack.
Perhaps fury raised his combat power ceiling.
Or maybe it was the red mist that interfered with the totem armor of the Lion King and the Tiger King, so that they had to resist the temptation from their original mother while facing the Wolf King.
The power of the two chiefs of the Golden Clan has weakened by three points compared to just now.
It was suppressed by the wolf king.
The wolf king even had the strength to spare, so he glanced coldly at the left side of the original mother, snapped his fingers for the third time, summoned a large clump of branches, vines and roots, and stabbed Meng Chao who was sneaking towards the original mother. .
Meng Chao's intentions are exposed.
Keenly felt that although "Jack" Canus was fighting fiercely with the Lion King and the Tiger King.
But his eyes were firmly locked on himself.
The branches, vines and roots of the mandala tree were intertwined in front of him to form an iron wall covered with spikes.
Behind the iron wall, the original mother seemed to realize that all the wolves, tigers and leopards present were not important, and the hope potion carried by Meng Chao was the most likely secret weapon to kill it.
Therefore, regardless of the inverted V-shaped wound on its body, it is still burning, emitting an extremely dazzling holy light, and in the mad twitching, its figure continues to expand, like a blowing pufferfish, it swells into a round sphere .
Meng Chao knew that once he wielded the Skull Crusher, the "copper wall and iron wall" in front of him would be torn apart.
Next, it will surely usher in the strongest blow of the original mother's attitude of perishing together.
Even if it is sealed by the Holy Light, the other party is after all a vicious beast that almost swallowed the whole world, and the remaining seeds of life.
Meng Chao didn't want to lose both.
Can only go back.
Back to the ice storm and the ancient dream saintess, and the middle-aged leopard man who was beaten with a bruised face, but still graceful.
Perhaps it was because of the peculiar appearance of the three who were mixed in among the jackal warriors, and it was very likely that they were hiding key information.
The Lion King and the Tiger King did not let their subordinates throw them out as meteor hammers, and then fell half dead.
The liger warriors who originally guarded them also participated in the fierce battle with the mandala tree blessed by the blood mist, like a madman.
The three are freed.
But can't work together.
Ice Storm hugged the Holy Maiden of Ancient Dreams, dodging the sword shadows whizzing over her head, and the branches of the mandala tree swept across, trying to escape to the corner of the cave, a relatively safe and calm place.
The middle-aged Leopard Man, who was suspected of her father, ignored her life and death at all, staring straight at the wolf king who seemed to be reborn from ashes and was killing all directions. The light of the king's incomparable reverence.
Regardless of the pain, he wanted to return to the Wolf King's subordinates.
But he forgot that his right foot and Ice Storm's left foot were still tied together by the same chain.
The chains were stretched straight.
The two fell to the ground at the same time.
"Dang!"
Meng Chao slashed the chain with one knife.
Another kick kicked the middle-aged Leopard, who was suspected to be Ice Storm's cheap dad, to the ground.
"What's the situation?"
Meng Chao shouted to Bingfeng, "Why did you appear with the Lion King and Tiger King, what is this guy's origin, is it the one you've been looking for?"
The ice storm was deaf.
Even if she fell, her eyes were still fixed on her original mother.
He looked a little dazed, and there was a lot of fear in his eyes.
"It turned out to be true..."
Ice Storm murmured, "The 'Egg of Chaos' really exists. Could it be that the Holy Light Temple is telling the truth? Could it be that the Holy Light is the only salvation? Are all the wizards taking the wrong path?"
"You know the 'Egg of Chaos'?"
Meng Chao stepped forward, pressed Bingfeng's neck, and injected a gentle spiritual energy into her body to help her stabilize her agitated mind.
Quickly glanced at the ancient dream saint in her arms, and found that although the leader of the Rat People's Rebel Army still had a high fever and was unconscious, because he had been firmly protected by the ice storm in his arms, he was not fatally affected. Hurt, this is a little relieved.
Ice Storm's eyes finally became clear again.
Meng Chao's figure appeared in her eyes again.
Meng Chao, like the wolf king, was reborn from ashes and became a more powerful and gorgeous totem armor, which aroused the surprise of the snow leopard female warrior.
And Meng Chao's whole body released a terrifying aura that was comparable to that of a battle group-level powerhouse.
She subconsciously replied: "The egg of chaos is said to be the container that can hatch the terrifying devil. Once it is matured and the terrifying devil emerges from the cocoon, the whole land will fall into the never-ending war, chaos, and disorder. , it will be eternal purgatory!
"However, these are the words of the Holy Light Temple.
"You know, wizards and witches have always dismissed the statement of the Holy Light Temple, thinking that it was just a lie fabricated by the Holy Light Temple in order to rule the Holy Light Land.
"As a witch and a Turan at the same time, it is even more impossible for me to believe that my ancestors would have something to do with the 'Egg of Chaos, the Terror King'. After all, the ancestors of the Turan were riding the flaming fireball. , from outside!
"I didn't expect that the legend turned out to be true, it, it really exists...
"No, we must destroy it, Reaper, if what the Temple of Light says is true, and it is really the 'Egg of Chaos', we must destroy it, otherwise, everyone will die, and even fall into something worse than death. Terrible, never-ending war and chaos!"
"I know."
Meng Chao said with a headache, "I'm trying to figure out a way!"
"I have a way!"
Bingfeng's words were startling, he paused, and then pointed to the middle-aged Leopard Man who was firmly stepped on by Meng Chao, who had no father-daughter relationship with his cheap father, "Catch him, the way is in his own hands. body!"
As Meng Chao expected, this middle-aged leopard named "Ferdowsi" was indeed Ice Storm's father.
"Ferdowsi" means "poet" in Turan.
More precisely, it is a poet who sings epics of war and praises ancient heroes.
In the Turan civilization, "poet" was a very interesting profession.
Generally speaking, the Turan people advocate martial arts and are accustomed to the weak and the strong, and the winner takes all.
Only the strong can enjoy the golden clothes and jade food under the attention of all the people.
The weak only deserve to curl up in a corner and lick the leftovers.
The only exception is "Poet".
Even if his hands are weak, or even weak at first sight, poets can be favored by chieftains, priests, witch doctors, and warmly welcomed by ordinary orc warriors.
Anyone who dares to disrespect a poet, or even hurt a poet, will surely be attacked by groups.
This is because the spiritual and cultural life of the Turan civilization is quite barren.
The epics of war sung by poets are one of the few entertainments aside from gladiatorial combat and gambling.
What's more, the war epics that record the great achievements of ancestors are almost all engraved in the minds of poets.
Turan orcs can ignore ancient science and technology.
But he couldn't care less about his ancestors, how many enemies he killed, how many credits he made in which famous battle, and in what glorious manner he died vigorously.
Although many war epics are also preserved in the books in the family temple.
But after years of war and chaos, many classics are incomplete and no one can understand them.
If the poets can pass the word of mouth to fill in the gaps, and even discover more secrets, why not do it?
Of course, the poet's bowl of rice is not so delicious.
Dare to call himself "Ferdowsi", although you don't have to be like a warrior with a domineering name, you will encounter challenges at any time when you walk on the street.
However, he must accept the invitation from the orc warriors at any time. On any occasion, he can calmly sing a war epic with beautiful melody, rich in meaning, vivid and vivid, and in line with the environment and theme of the time.
No matter which period the audience wants to know, which hero and which legend, poets must be eloquent and eloquent.
Being able to do this, poets can naturally be supported by samurai, and even become guests of military nobles.
In case of omission, unable to tell or even tell the wrong story about an ancestral spirit, it is not only as simple as being kicked out of the house, but more likely to be torn to pieces by the descendants of this ancestral spirit in a fit of rage. of.