Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

All the blood-colored crystals shattered by the Horn of Destruction just now turned into red mist.

The red mist puffed and sucked, but it opened its teeth and claws like a demon with life, and scattered on everyone's totem armor and all the mandala trees.

Everyone, including the Lion King and Tiger King, immediately felt that their totem armor had become jerky, stiff, and difficult to control.

There is a subtle force that is about to move in the armor, against their will.

On the surface of the mandala tree, which was stained with a lot of red mist, there are countless threads growing out, like the blood lines of the neural network.

Under the blessing of the blood pattern, the mandala tree seemed to be injected with extremely violent fuel. 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 poked his head out, staring straight at the prey in front of him.

The extremely tragic fight entered a white-hot state in the first second when the smell of blood came.

Three to five vines, branches and roots are wrapped around the body and limbs of almost every liger warrior.

These venomous snakes wrapped in spiritual magnets either tightened their stranglehold, trying to strangle or even tear off the limbs of their prey.

Either it split into seven or eight petals from the end, biting the armor of the prey like a piranha, trying to tear the armor, injecting deadly toxins and acid into the flesh and blood of the prey.

There were even branches covered with datura fruits, and after entangled with the prey, the deformed and ugly datura fruits, like tumors, exploded like bombs.

The berserk spiritual energy stored in it was released in an instant, turning the prey into flaming fireballs.

Of course, ligers and tiger warriors are by no means powerless prey waiting to die.

Agitated by the battle roar of the leader, they brandished swords and axes, and bravely rushed towards the densest place of the mandala tree.

A large number of vines, branches and roots were torn off.

Dying like an earthworm exposed to the scorching sun.

There were even two mandala trees that were besieged by several masters and uprooted by the liger warriors.

For a moment, the blood of the orc mixed with the sap sprayed from the datura tree, both like magma flowing everywhere, and like the best nutrient sacrificed to the original mother.

The Lion King, Tiger King, and Wolf King are like three tornado storms with devastating power, tightly entangled together.

This round, it was the wolf king who took the initiative to attack.

Perhaps it was fury that raised his upper limit of combat power.

Or maybe the red mist interfered with the totem armor of the Lion King and Tiger King, so that while facing the Wolf King, they had to struggle hard to resist the temptation from the original mother, which reached the depths of their hearts.

The power of the two chiefs of the Golden Clan was three points weaker than before.

He was actually suppressed by the wolf king.

The wolf king still had enough strength to cast a cold glance towards the original mother's left, snapped his fingers for the third time, summoned a large clump of branches, vines and roots, and stabbed at Meng Chao who was sneaking towards the original mother. .

Meng Chao's intentions were exposed.

Keenly felt that although "Jackal" Kanus was in a fierce confrontation with the Lion King and the Tiger King.

But his eyes were firmly locked on himself.

The branches, vines and roots of the Datura tree intertwined in front of him to form a copper wall full of thorns.

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 that Meng Chao carried was the secret weapon most likely to put him to death.

Therefore, despite the fact that the inverted V-shaped wound on its body is still burning and exuding an extremely dazzling holy light, it will also twitch crazily, causing its body to swell continuously, like a blown puffer fish, expanding into a round ball .

Meng Chao knew that once he wielded the Skull Crusher, the "bronze wall and iron wall" in front of him would be torn apart.

Next, the strongest blow will be ushered in by the original mother, who will die together.

Even if it is sealed by the holy light, the other party is after all a fierce beast that almost devoured the entire world in the ancient times, the remaining seeds of life.

Meng Chao didn't want to hurt both sides.

Can only return back.

Back to Ice Storm, the Saintess of Ancient Dream, and the middle-aged leopard man who was beaten black and swollen, but still handsome.

Perhaps it was because they were mixed among a crowd of jackal warriors, and the three of them had peculiar appearances, and it was likely that they were hiding key information.

The Lion King and Tiger King didn't let his subordinates throw them out as meteor hammers, and then fell half to death.

The liger and tiger warriors who were guarding them also joined in the fierce battle with the mandala tree blessed by the blood mist.

The three regained their freedom.

But can't work together.

Ice Storm hugged the ancient dream saint, dodging the shadows of swords and swords whistling overhead, and the branches of the mandala tree sweeping across, trying to escape to the corner of the cave, a relatively safe and peaceful place.

The middle-aged leopard man, who was suspected to be her father, ignored her life and death at all. He stared straight at the wolf king who seemed to be reborn from the ashes, and was slaughtering everywhere. The king incomparably revered the light.

Regardless of the pain, he wanted to join the Wolf King's command again.

But he forgot that his right foot and Ice Storm's left foot were bound together by the same chain.

The chains were stretched straight.

The two fell to the ground at the same time.

"Clang!"

Meng Chao cut off the chain with a single blow.

Another kick kicked the middle-aged leopard man who was suspected of being Ice Storm's cheap daddy to the ground.

"What's going on?"

Meng Chao yelled at Ice Storm, "Why did you appear with the Lion King and Tiger King? What is this guy's background? Is he the one you've been looking for?"

Ice Storm fell on deaf ears.

Even though she fell down, her eyes were still fixed on the original mother.

His expression was a little dazed, and there was great 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, is it that the Holy Light is the only salvation, and have all the wizards gone the wrong way?"

"Do you know 'Chaos Egg'?"

Meng Chao stepped forward, held Bing Fengfeng's neck, and injected a soft spiritual energy into her body to help her stabilize her turbulent mind.

He 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, he was not fatally injured because he was tightly protected by the ice storm all the time. Hurt, this is a little relieved.

Ice Storm's eyes finally became clear again.

Meng Chao's figure appeared again in her eyes.

Meng Chao, like the wolf king, was reborn from the ashes and became a more powerful and gorgeous totem armor, which aroused the surprise of the snow leopard female warrior.

And Meng Chao's terrifying aura, which was comparable to that of a battle group-level powerhouse, was released from his body, and it even set off a turmoil in the heart of Ice Storm.

She subconsciously replied: "The egg of chaos is said to be a container that can hatch a terrifying demon king. Once the egg is mature and the terrifying demon king breaks out of the cocoon, the entire land will fall into endless war, chaos, and disorder. In the middle, it will be eternal purgatory!

"However, these are the claims of the Holy Light Temple.

"You know, wizards and witches have always dismissed the claims 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.

"As a witch and a Turanian at the same time, it is even more impossible for me to believe that my ancestors would have anything to do with the 'Egg of Chaos, the Horror Demon King'. After all, the ancestors of the Turanians were riding a blazing fireball , from beyond the sky!

"I didn't expect that the legend turned out to be true, it, it really existed...

"No, we must destroy it, Reaper, if what the Temple of the Holy Light said is true and it is really an 'egg of chaos', we must destroy it, otherwise, everyone will die, and even fall into a situation worse than death. Terrible, endless war and chaos!"

"I know."

Meng Chao had a headache and said, "I'm trying to find a way!"

"I have a way!"

Bing Fengfeng spoke shockingly, paused, and pointed at the middle-aged leopard man who was firmly trampled by Meng Chao, who looked like he had no relationship with his cheap father, "Catch him, the way is in his body." body!"

As Meng Chao expected, this middle-aged leopard man named "Firdowsi" was indeed Ice Storm's father.

"Firdowsi" means "poet" in Turan language.

More precisely, it is a poet who specializes in singing war epics and praising ancient heroes.

In Turan civilization, "poet" is a very interesting profession.

Generally speaking, the Turan people advocated bravery and were used to the strong preying on the weak, and the winner took all.

Only the strong can enjoy the rich food and clothing under the eyes of everyone.

The weak are only worthy of curling up in a corner, licking the leftovers.

Only the "poet" is an exception.

Even if he has no strength to restrain a chicken, or even looks weak, the poet can be favored by chiefs, priests, witch doctors, and ordinary orc warriors.

Anyone who dares to disrespect a poet, or even hurt a poet, will be attacked by crowds.

This is because the spiritual and cultural life of the Turan civilization was quite barren.

The war epic sung by poets is one of the few entertainments besides gladiatorial fighting and gambling.

What's more, the war epics that record the great achievements of the ancestors are almost all engraved in the minds of poets.

The Turanian orcs could care less about ancient science and technology.

But he couldn't help but care about his ancestors, in which famous battle, how many enemies were killed, how much credit was made, and how gloriously they died in battle.

Although many war epics are also preserved in the classics in the family temple.

But after years of war, many ancient books are incomplete and no one can read them.

If we can pass on the word of mouth of the poets to check for omissions and 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 yourself "Firdowsi", 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.

But they must accept the invitation from the orc warriors at any time, and on any occasion, they can calmly sing a war epic with beautiful melodies, rich meanings, lifelike, and in line with the environment and theme of the time.

No matter which period, which hero or which legendary story the audience wants to know, poets must have a lot of tongues, eloquence, and treasures.

If this can be done, the poet will naturally be supported by the warriors, and even become the guest of honor of the military nobles.

If you miss the timidity, can't tell or even tell the wrong story about a certain ancestor spirit, it's not just as simple as being kicked out, but it's more likely that the ancestor spirit's descendants will be torn to pieces in a fit of rage of.