Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Meng Chao was dumbfounded.

Turanze actually still has such an awesome character?

How can this be?

"If 'Jackal' Kanus is really what you say...he is a genius and a prophet, how did you get arrested by the Lion King and the Tiger King? What about the destroyed one?"

Meng Chao snorted, "According to my observations, the combat power of these jackal warriors is far beyond the limit that ordinary wolves can achieve. It seems that in order to prepare such a wolf family' death squads' and 'assassins', you and the wolf king must Painful and painstaking, all resources were gambled.

"Don't tell me that it's in Wolf King's 'plan' to annihilate such an elite army!"

This time, it was the Leopard poet's turn to be struck by lightning, and he didn't know how to refute.

Not only because of Meng Chao's question, but also because of the question that lingered in his mind repeatedly after he missed and was captured.

What's more because——Meng Chao's words were spoken in the ancient Turan language that was purer than his!

An outsider with black hair and black eyes.

Wearing the "Fist", the founder of the Bloodhoof clan, the "Stomachless King", the strongest bear clan, and the legendary figure of the Falcon clan, who once dominated the airspace of Turanze for decades, "Broken Wings", the three ancient powerful The totem armor blessed by the author.

He also speaks an ancient Turan language that has long been lost today, and even bards may not be able to recite it fluently. The accent is so pure that it seems that he has just woken up from a long sleep of 10,000 years.

This, how is this possible?

In a trance, the Leopard poet seemed to see the light originating from the ancestral spirit from the depths of Meng Chao's eyes.

He was dumbfounded, his heart fluttering.

"Admit it, the wolf king is by no means omniscient and omnipotent. From the failure of trying to wipe out the big horned army, to letting the ancient dream saint escape from the trap, to carefully planning to let the lion king and the tiger king kill each other, but the result fell short-he has done too much. Who can guarantee that he won't make more serious mistakes again?"

Meng Chao grabbed the leopard poet's ear, spoke the ancient Turan language, and poured his thunderous voice directly into the opponent's brain, "Do you think that if you failed to guide the ligers and tigers to kill each other, instead all your men After the annihilation of the army, how did your 'Master Wolf King' climb all the way to the top of the holy mountain, broke into the top of the holy mountain, broke through many traps, and came here?

"Without my help, he would have died long ago!

"If I really want to go against him, there will be ten thousand chances along the way. Even if I hold him back from the beginning until the lion king and tiger king catch up, he will have a hundred lives, and he will die. It's clean!

"It's just that killing the wolf king is not my goal. I just want to... correct some small mistakes, so that the future will follow the correct path and become a better tomorrow.

"And this is also the mission passed on to me by the ancestors of your Turan civilization, those ancient heroes who risked everything to protect the fire of civilization!

"Now, the fate of Turan civilization is in your hands, don't let your stupidity or cowardice destroy Turanze and kill everyone including the wolf king and your daughter!

"Trust me, tell me, where is the 'mark'!"

In the minds of the leopard poets, a turbulent sea was set off.

He still couldn't believe Meng Chao's words 100%.

Nor did he dare to take on the burden of deciding the rise and fall of the Turan civilization with one of his own choices.

But under Meng Chao's pressing step by step, he still couldn't help but glanced at his left hand.

The five fingers of the left hand curled up slightly, as if they were hiding something.

Meng Chao keenly observed his movements.

He grabbed his left wrist like lightning, and the power penetrated into the wrist bone, forcing the leopard bard to spread his left hand.

The left hand of the leopard poet is somewhere between a primate and a cheetah.

While the five fingers are distinct, there are also thick pads.

And on the meat pad, there are even tattoos engraved with flamboyant dragons and phoenix dancers.

Meng Chao felt very strange.

The Turan orcs are indeed a race that likes tattoos very much.

The power of the totem hidden in their bodies can often only be stimulated with the help of special tattoos.

Just like the superhumans in Dragon City, when their psychic energy is agitated, mysterious and gorgeous spiritual patterns will appear on their bodies.

But as far as Meng Chao knew, few people would choose to have tattoos on their palms instead of the back of their hands.

Meng Chao narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly observed, in the palm of the Leopard Clan poet, there remained a faint burning mark.

It was as if his palm had been pierced by a red-hot steel nail.

In order to cover up, he engraved thick and colorful tattoos around the burn.

Burns are not surprising.

Such a pretentiousness is quite suspicious.

With a thought, Meng Chao injected a magma-like spiritual flame into the palm of the leopard poet, erasing one corner of the tattoo.

As if some kind of seal was broken, the leopard poet immediately screamed while clutching his left hand.

Accompanied by the frantic twitch of his left hand, from the center of his palm, as if pierced by a red-hot steel nail, a ray of milky white holy flame spewed out.

The incomparably holy flame opened a small window, and a thing that seemed to be carved out of crystal, resembling both a feather and a gleaming long and narrow arrow cluster, slowly shot out from the palm of the Leopard Clan poet. emerge. ,

The biggest secret was discovered by Meng Chao just like that, and the faces of the Leopard poets turned pale.

But subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

In his eyes, the mysterious man with black hair and black eyes in front of him is a terrifying existence on the same level as "Lord Wolf King".

The future of Turanze and the fate of Turan civilization should all be decided by the powerhouses like them who have been blessed by hundreds of millions of ancestral spirits!

The Leopard Poet closed his eyes, took a long breath, and slowly slumped down.

"This is it!"

But Ice Storm's eyes burst out with an incomparably wonderful light, "This is the 'mark'!"

She flew forward, grabbed the crystal feathers that were surrounded by milky white light, and grabbed them in the palm of her hand.

The power from the Holy Light immediately burned the Turan flesh and blood she had inherited from the Leopard Clan poet to the point of creaking, causing an unpleasant burnt smell in the air.

The ice storm was so painful that every scar on his face re-opened in convulsions.

The blood meandered and flowed onto her shoulders, chest, and arms, and also flowed into the "mark" on her palm.

When she came from her father's half-orc blood and was "purified" by the holy light, she was in pain.

Half of the witch's blood, which originated from the mother, awakened and boiled around the "mark".

Swish!

Meng Chao saw a high-speed spinning magic circle suddenly appear around Ice Storm's right hand that was holding the crystal feather tightly.

The shining nine-pointed star sprayed out a mysterious and complicated light curtain projection, and every magic rune inside was clearly visible, much like the virtual keyboard on the Dragon City portable computer.

From the depths of Ice Storm's eyes, Meng Chao had never seen a focus and confidence that belonged to a witch.

She endured the severe burning pain in her arm, and her five fingers trembled at a high frequency, turning her right hand into a cloud of gray mist.

Her fingers tapped the magic runes like a rainstorm.

The magic circle danced to different interfaces in high-speed rotation.

The magic runes fell from top to bottom like a waterfall.

Even with Meng Chao's extraordinary vision, which broke through the divine realm, it was difficult to clearly capture the trajectory of each magic rune.

However, Ice Storm entered a kind of... like being possessed by her mother's soul, in a trance state.

Every jump of the fingertips is as natural as breathing, and soon the magic circle is locked on a special interface.

Meng Chao noticed that there were two lines of spaces in the magic circle.

It looks like you need to enter your username and password to get some kind of advanced permissions.

As a witch, Ice Storm, of course, cannot enter the user name and password like a magician certified by the Holy Light Temple.

Accompanied by a creepy sound of friction and dislocation of joints, her five fingers twisted anti-jointly after a slight pause, as if turning into a weird "key".

She inserted the "key" into the center of the magic circle.

The wrist is twisted almost 270 degrees.

In the first line of the two blank lines, seven magic runes suddenly appeared, as if entering a user name.

And in the first space of the second line, the first rune of the password also jumped out.

However, this rune is beating and changing crazily, as if the ice storm is using exhaustive methods to constantly try to invade the magic circle and seize the highest authority.

"Can this work?"

As far as Meng Chao knows, even a similar operating system like Dragon City has a defense law that if you enter the user name or password incorrectly several times in a row, you will be locked or even logged out.

The authority of this super weapon must be more strictly protected.

However, just now, the ice storm flowed meanderingly along the arm to the palm of the palm, and the blood that almost soaked the entire crystal feather in it was broken down into countless slender red threads under the radiance of the holy light .

These red lines surround the two rows of spaces in the center of the magic circle, forming a small barrier.

Outside the barrier, the rays of light that make up the magic circle cannot see what is happening within the two lines of space.

The raging holy fire is still burning fiercely.

Ice Storm's entire right arm was burned to pieces, and the blood was almost evaporated.

But on her face, apart from the slight twitch at the corners of her eyes, there wasn't much expression of pain.

On the contrary, there is a kind of excitement and obsession that can only emerge when indulging in the most interesting things in the world.

It was as if Meng Chao in front of him and the killing around him had all disappeared.

In her world, there is only this magic circle that needs to be cracked.

finally--

Before the flesh and blood of her right arm was about to be burned.

On the second line of spaces in the center of the magic circle, all eight spaces are filled with magic runes.

The five fingers of Ice Storm's right hand trembled with high frequency, and the hundreds of phantoms that split out gathered together again.

She pressed down heavily on the ninth and last magical rune that was beating fast.