Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"Fist" is such a powerful person.

It is said that before he was called "Fist", he also had a majestic and domineering name like the current Lion King and Tiger King.

He, like most of the burly and extremely muscular bull-headed powerhouses of that era, was accustomed to using the gigantic warhammer as a weapon.

Of course, his warhammer was made by stepping through every mountain and river in Turanze, and collecting all kinds of priceless and rare materials.

Meteorite falling from the sky, the hardest bone of the totem beast, the core of the datura tree that has grown for thousands of years, the shining crystal marrow in the depths of the deep underground valley that was cracked by the earthquake...even when forging , and tempered with the blood of countless totem beasts.

But even such a peerless weapon that has been honed over thousands of years cannot withstand the excessive power of the "fist", and it is often worn down and damaged in battle.

Especially in the soul-stirring epic battle between "Fist" and "Death Triangle".

In the beginning, the strong man with the bull head and the peerless beast were evenly matched.

Both sides fought more and more bravely, and the more they killed, the more crazy they became.

But just when "Fist" was trying to unleash the most berserk power without reservation, his warhammer was blown apart by the space tearing ability of the "Great Triangle of Death".

It was because the strength of his swing was too strong that the hammer head and the hammer handle were separated, and only a short hammer handle was left in his hand.

"Fist" replaced seven warhammers in a row.

But every time the new warhammer couldn't last for half a moment, it was declared broken and damaged under the double ravages of him and the death triangle.

Seven consecutive hearty attacks were forcibly interrupted, which made "Fist" furious and fell into madness.

He simply stopped holding any weapons.

Instead, he clenched his fists tightly, fully condensing the power of the totem in his palm, as if holding two vortexes full of terrifying suction in his palm.

An incredible thing happened!

With the continuous release of the totem power of the "fist", the fragments of the seven-handled warhammer that had just been damaged, the broken bones from the death triangle, and the weapons and armor fragments left by other warriors on the battlefield after their sacrifices, all Flying towards his fist, it was melted by the flames gushing out from between his fingers, penetrated into his flesh and blood through the pores, perfectly fused with his bones, and became a part of his fists.

In this way, the bull-headed man possessed the entire Turanze, the hardest, most powerful, and most brutal pair of iron fists for thousands of years.

He used this pair of iron fists filled with lightning and flames to start a world-shattering confrontation with the death triangle.

Moreover, he forcibly knocked that peerless beast that could easily destroy a town to its knees in front of him.

But even if the death triangle knelt down and begged for mercy, the "fist" offensive was still not over.

He has never played so heartily and happily as today.

Every joint, every blood vessel, every bundle of nerves and even every cell in the fist shuddered with extreme exhilaration.

His fists were singing loudly, he was laughing loudly, and he was uttering the most arrogant battle cry without restraint.

"Fist" suddenly realized.

It turned out that he had been painstakingly collecting rare materials in the past to forge a seemingly powerful war hammer, but he had gone the wrong way.

His two iron fists themselves are destructive and powerful peerless weapons.

The seemingly exquisite, gorgeous, and ferocious war hammer will only limit him, release himself to his heart's content, and constantly exceed the limit of his power.

The "fist" suddenly realized that he rode behind the death triangle.

Punch, punch, and punch.

The parts of this peerless ferocious beast, except for the head, were blasted into a puddle of mud.

And this mud rich in high-energy substances was swallowed up by the hungry and greedy fists of the "fist".

All the Turan warriors who saw this scene were all dumbfounded.

There seemed to be hallucinations in front of their eyes, and they saw the fists of the bull-headed strong man, with a bloody mouth growing out.

From this day on, all the high-ranking orcs in Turanze knew the thunderous name "Fist".

He also knew how insanely he beat the death triangle to death and ate it into his fist.

Many people have given up weapons such as swords, guns, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, whips, maces, hammers and claws, and turned to cultivating the innate weapons bestowed upon them by their ancestors.

"Only a coward needs to use a sword to hide his weakness. A real strong man, no matter what kind of opponent he faces, will never know how to clench his fists!"

Many orc warriors at that time agreed with this from the bottom of their hearts.

And they also believed that the reason why "Fist" left the head of the "Great Triangle of Death" and refined the head of the beast into a warhammer was not to use the deadly weapon of the Triangle of Death to tear apart the space and increase its lethality. .

It's just because, looking at the entire land of Turan, "Fist" can't find half an opponent worthy of putting down his hammer and pulling out his fist.

"You can't be wrong, Reaper, do you smell the bloody smell coming from the pair of fists? It is the countless murderous souls that have been swallowed by it, and they are screaming miserably in the fingers and palm lines! "

The wolf king excitedly said, "I can never admit that I am wrong with such a unique and peerless weapon. He is the 'Fist', the founder of the Bloodhoof Clan!"

No, standing in this phalanx is not just the founder of the Bloodhoof clan.

Soon, the two were next to "Fist", and found what they were talking about just now. They ate up the abyssal monster insects alive, and only ate the "Stomachless King" who was eighty percent full.

The process of identifying a stomachless king is very simple, and for good reason.

First, for the Bear Clan, whose ethnic group size is not large and the strong are quite limited, throughout the ages, the only bear people who are qualified to fight side by side with peerless strong men like "Fist" are the "King of No Stomach".

Second, it was unclear whether it was a mummy or a statue. It had thin and long limbs that seemed to have just grown out, but it also had a belly that was out of proportion to the limbs and head.

Judging from the layers of folds on the drooping belly, when he swallowed a lot of food, it seemed that his stomach was full, but as long as the folds on the belly were fully stretched, the space in the belly could be expanded dozens of times.

Thirdly, from the depths of his belly, the two of them also felt the same strong bloody smell as the iron fist of "Fist" just now, and the extremely shrill scream.

The two continued to explore the two wings of the phalanx.

In addition to "Fist" and "No Stomach King", a large number of legendary heroes with thunderous names, unprecedented records, and unparalleled strength were discovered.

The wolf king was so precious that his pupils dilated and his facial muscles twisted in excitement.

"The legendary heroes who died in battle in Turanze over the past ten thousand years are all assembled here!"

The wolf king's eyes were extremely greedy, "If we can obtain the power of these legendary heroes, even if we can obtain a little bit from each legendary hero..."

Meng Chao was not as optimistic as he was.

On the contrary, it was a little creepy.

"Wolf King, don't you think there is something wrong with this ghost place?"

Meng Chao whispered, "I don't know what the Turan burial customs were about three or five thousand years ago, but in theory, since the corpses of legendary heroes were sent to the holy mountain temple for 'burial', Surely it wouldn’t be so weird to poke here straight and form a phalanx?”

The wolf king was slightly taken aback.

Turan orcs are proud of dying in battle and ashamed of dying, and don't pay much attention to the integrity of the corpse.

Even, the more tragic the death and the more mutilated the corpse, the more it represents the supreme glory.

Therefore, even when a noble warrior died, the body did not appear to have suffered much trauma.

His comrades-in-arms and clansmen would hold a special ceremony to poke the corpse riddled with holes and cut it to a bloody mess.

After that, there is nothing special, cremation, burial, and water burial are all available, but there is no custom of poking the body straight on the ground after it has dried.

"It seems... a bit weird."

The wolf king pondered, "Many legendary heroes here have been active for thousands of years, how could they be buried in adjacent places?

"For example, 'Fist' and 'No Stomach King', they are not from the same era at all, and who moved them together?"

Meng Chao thought for a while, and said, "Would it be those 'undertakers' who did it three thousand years ago?"

"How can it be?"

The Wolf King asked rhetorically, "Suppose you were a young strong man who had just emerged three to five thousand years ago. After finally fighting your way out of the thousands of troops in the clan, you were qualified to go deep into the holy mountain temple. Pay homage to the demeanor of legendary heroes.

"Do you have the guts to dig out the tombs of 'Fist' and 'King Without Stomach' and move their bodies together?"

It is indeed impossible.

Turan orcs are indeed brave and ruthless, but they respect their ancestors very much.

Even if the hostile tribe is eliminated, the opponent's temple will often be preserved, or the ancestor spirit of the opponent will be transferred to one's own temple for worship.

Running to the depths of the holy mountain temple to dig graves, even in the moral concept of the Turan orcs, is insane and unimaginable.

"One more thing, very strange, don't you think the integrity of these corpses is too high?"

Meng Chao pointed to the corpse of the "Stomachless King" and said, "You just told me that in the unprecedented and soul-stirring battle of 'Infinite Devouring' between the Stomachless King and the Abyssal Worm, the Stomachless King won the final victory. , but his limbs and even his facial features were severely corroded by the acid and digestive enzymes secreted by the abyssal monster insects, leaving nothing but a seal-like torso.

"But look at the 'No Stomach King' in front of you. Although his limbs are thin and long, as if he can't support his huge body, he still exists.

"And his eyes, ears, nose and lips, the parts that are most vulnerable to erosion, are all there. This is completely different from the fierce battle process you mentioned!"