Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Thinking of the question that seemed to be a variable, "Jackal" Kanus' brain began to ache again.

The work of recruiting and reorganizing the Bighorn Legion went smoothly.

Once the reorganization is completed, and after losing the head of the army, the wolf clan war group that is obedient to itself.

The force in his hands surpassed that of the Lion Clan, Tiger Clan, Tauren, and Wild Boar, and he had the largest army in Turanze.

Of course, in terms of high-end combat power, I still have some shortcomings.

After all, Turanze is a land where the strong are respected, and they don't like to bully the few with the more.

But this problem, I believe that after cooperating with those guys from Fangshan Mountain, it can be greatly alleviated.

The only flaw is that the ancient dream saint escaped from his control temporarily.

Moreover, the ancient dream saint seems to have been blessed by misfortune, possessing stronger spiritual power, which can in turn invade her brain.

But this is not irreparable.

No one knows better than "Jackal" Kanus what a terrible price to pay for overloading the brain and breaking the limit of mental power.

The brain of the Ancient Dream Saintess had grown abnormally, and her blood vessels were messed up and extremely fragile.

If she continued to burn her brain at all costs, she might soon die of a brain explosion.

Even if she survived by luck, the overall situation is settled now, and it is not her, a puppet whom she has single-handedly supported, who can turn the tide.

It's just that the one spying on him in the dark is really the ancient dream saint?

Why, there is a vague feeling of both familiarity and strangeness, like... an old friend I met a long time ago...?

There was a soft "click" sound from the front.

It was the sole of a lion warrior's foot breaking a dead branch, making a sound.

This angry lion warrior is a spearhead sent by the Lion King.

Specially responsible for scouting the environment at the forefront of the exploration team.

The hiding place between him and the wolf king was less than ten arms away.

As long as you walk a few steps forward, you will be able to step on the head of the wolf king.

However, the heartbeat and breathing of "Jackal" Kanus did not change in the slightest.

He didn't even move his eyeballs even once.

Looking at the angry lion warrior with a calm heart, he swung his knife and slashed randomly in the dense forest a few times.

It has not been cut down for three thousand years, and the dead branches, vines and weeds that grew wildly immediately bit his sword firmly.

The Angry Lion Warrior cursed a few times in a low voice.

He was concerned that there might be the wreckage of the fel puppets sleeping deep in the dense forest, but he didn't dare to release too strong totem power to destroy the dead.

Besides, along the way, they passed through a lot of dangerous areas that "Jackal" Kanus had already identified in advance.

Although several players including the son of the Lion King were lost, they were all swept away by space storms, which belonged to natural disasters rather than crimes of war.

Except for the space storm, they didn't wake up half of the wreckage of fel puppets, nor did they encounter half of the enemies.

Seeing that victory was just around the corner, the Angry Lion warriors gradually relaxed their vigilance.

The angry lion warrior pulled out his saber from the dead branches and vines, spat, and searched in another direction.

Behind him, the lion king's "Horn of Destruction" expedition team had already stepped half a foot into the ambush circle.

The gaze of "Jackal" Kanus became calm and condensed again, like an ice pick frozen inch by inch.

Taking ten times slower than usual, taking a deep breath, he completely forgot about the mysterious spy.

After all, it's too late to think about it now.

The arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

Since that long and mysterious night more than ten years ago that was too long to describe in words, he had no choice.

And everything he got that night also helped him step by step to today, helped him seize every opportunity and avoid every risk, and helped him change from a homeless corpse dog to a veritable wolf The leader of the clan, help him turn the unattainable Lion King and Tiger King into prey in the trap.

So, next, is it possible that the seemingly unreachable throne of the war chief will fall to another family?

"No, absolutely impossible!

"No one is qualified to be a war chief except me!

"No one has anything to do, save Turanze!

"This is the mission given to me by the ancestor spirit!"

Perhaps the moment that has been carefully planned for more than a decade is coming.

"Jackal" Kanus could sense his nerve endings, trembling slightly.

But he quickly controlled every nerve, every muscle and every wolf hair in his body.

And send the crazy secreted hormones into the brain, turning it into the necessary fuel for the brain to run at super high speed.

The last deduction, still no problem.

One-third of the lion king's exploration team has stepped into the ambush circle.

Unavoidable to wake up the wreckage of fel puppets that may exist nearby, most of them have neither cultivated totem armor nor used enough totem power to check the surrounding situation.

In other words, their vision, hearing, touch and combat effectiveness are all firmly restricted to an extremely low level.

Although the Lion King and his capable generals can be armed to the minions in just a blink of an eye.

But in the blink of an eye, it was enough for King Tiger to use his "Blade of Fury" to bring them the last surprise in their lives.

In order to do this, Tiger King learned more than ten times from "Jackal" Kanus about the specific staffing of the Lion King Expedition Team.

And for each of the Lion King's subordinates, an attack team was arranged to conduct repeated drills to ensure nothing goes wrong.

Of course, the Tiger King would never have imagined that there was a deadly trap hidden in the information that the Wolf King had repeatedly confessed more than a dozen times with his proficient acting skills.

The so-called "thunderbolt, foolproof", will definitely become "by accident, both sides will suffer."

However, "Jackal" Kanus didn't think 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, what will happen to the one who is still alive among the Lion King and the Tiger King?"

The corners of "Jackal" Kanus' mouth curled up a smile line that only he could feel.

At this time, half of the Lion King's exploration team had stepped into the ambush circle.

The lion king "Horn of Destruction" himself in the middle of the queue was only half a step away from the ambush circle.

The great chief of the Golden Clan, who was burning like a golden flame, also did not wear a totem armor, and he had no interest in or doubts about everything around him. He just frowned, and he was still immersed in the pain of losing his son. In the pain, he was still thinking about the test he would encounter 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 shouting and killing, the sound of tearing flesh and bones, and the sound of bone shattering that was about to echo in his cranial cavity.

But, at this moment——

The Lion King stopped suddenly.

Every hair on his body stood up like a golden needle.

The whole person suddenly swelled up, like a golden hedgehog magnified ten times.

"How……"

"Jackal" Kanus first widened his eyes.

Immediately, the pupils shrank to the limit.

He already knew why the lion king was vigilant half a step before stepping into the ambush circle.

Because he heard it too.

He heard the eardrum-piercing hissing sound of the wreckage of the fel puppet moving its rusty limbs.

I heard the sound of towering trees burning and collapsing.

There was also a series of deafening explosions.

It was also mixed with strange tones and screams.

Then, "Jackal" Kanus saw something that absolutely shouldn't appear in the dense forest on the left side of the nearly perfect encirclement that he had carefully designed for more than ten years.

The remains of three rickety fel puppets.

The wreckage of these three fel puppets are all crappy products with dull spar and magic runes that have been almost worn away by time.

The strenuous exercise just now caused their already mutilated limbs to suffer more wear and tear. When they chased all the way here, they staggered and crawled while spraying parts "click-click" at the same time. How much combat power there is.

The three fel puppets wrecked themselves, and seemed to be aware of this problem.

Before the last few metal link limbs broke and collapsed, they simply sat down in the dense forest, lying on their stomachs.

But the threat of these fel puppets' wreckage has not diminished because of the loss of mobility.

Instead, because of a terrifying possibility, it surged beyond measure.

"No……"

"Jackal" Kanus just roared in his heart.

Embedded in the wreckage of the three fel puppets, the originally dim and cracked spar was like a firework that exploded all the energy in an instant, sparking an astonishing light.

This light is like a pale flood, without weeds, shrubs, towering trees, snakes, rats and ants, and the wolves and tigers perfectly dormant in the dense forest.

"Evil energy pollution!"

"Jackal" Kanus roared inwardly.

This is another way the Turan orcs said about the "Holy Light self-destruct".

Regardless of "Holy Light Self-Demolition" or "Evil Energy Contamination", this kind of tactic of destroying jade and stone is always the most troublesome tactic.

Fortunately, the wreckage of these three low-level evil puppets could not store much psionic energy in the first place.

Because there are still "power angels" dormant in the same swamp, and most of the spiritual energy naturally generated in the world is absorbed by the power angels, they have not been able to accumulate much spiritual power in the past three thousand years.

This round of "evil energy pollution" is quite a bit like thunder and rain.

At least, it did not cause substantial damage other than sound and light pollution to the heavily armed wolves and tigers.

The problem is, with the wreckage of the three self-exploding fel puppets as the center, dozens of arms in a radius have been swept away by the shock wave. Dozens of towering trees have been cut down or even uprooted, and a large number of weeds and shrubs have been burned. Even the thick and dense humus surged up like sea waves.

As a result, the ambushers who were perfectly integrated with the environment just now were all exposed in front of the Lion King!