Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

It's an armor-piercing cone!

To be more precise, it is an armor-piercing cone inlaid with a large number of burrs and barbs after the transformation of the ghost assassin.

It pierced deeply into the base of Big Buck's thigh, and with a slight turn, a large piece of blood was torn off even the belt.

By the way, the things between Big Buck's legs felt unprecedentedly cold and empty.

This is not the end.

The other party seemed to know Big Buck's totem armor and body structure like the back of his hand.

Before the liquid metal covered it, the armor-piercing cone pierced it seven times like lightning.

Seven shocking bloody holes were poked out on his waist, hips, chest and abdomen, and even under his armpits.

Although the totem armor quickly covered the wound.

And seal the wound as much as possible to prevent the loss of blood.

But the wounds torn by such deadly weapons are too difficult to plug and stitch.

Big Buck suddenly felt dizzy, and his eyes turned black.

He let out a hysterical roar, and the scimitar on the totem armor swung wildly, drawing a series of sparks on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

But before he got mad, the Ghost Assassin jumped away and blended perfectly into the darkness.

This time, no matter how big Buck's eyes widened, he couldn't scan the opponent's outline in the darkness.

At this moment, an ominous mechanical sound sounded again in the darkness.

As the chain rattled, Big Buck suddenly felt that there were two strange forces on his painful elbow and ankle, pulling his body in different directions.

It turned out that the chain wrapped around the trap was actually connected to two heavy sacks suspended in the air through a set of pulleys and gears.

When the Phantom Assassin knocked out the latch and let the sack fall to the ground, the force of gravity, boosted by the pulley block, immediately tightened the iron chain.

Big Buck's right arm and left leg were immediately straightened by the taut chains, and his whole body was almost suspended in the air.

The right hand and left foot were so painful that they were about to be torn off by the traps.

Of course, without interference, it is impossible to trap a totem warrior simply by relying on mechanisms.

However, just as Big Buck was about to break the chain, the ghost assassin appeared from behind him again.

And before the totem armor completed the final colonization, a chain was used to bypass Big Buck's neck.

It was thin and long, studded with chains of spikes, deeply embedded in Big Buck's throat.

Even if the totem armor is covered, it can only wrap the chains inside.

Big Buck felt a raging flame being stuffed into his throat by the other party.

All of a sudden, the air he had to breathe was completely burned.

The Ghost Assassin crossed the chains behind his neck and wrapped them around his arms.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person jumped up, exerting strength with both arms, and pressing his knees firmly against his spine, all the weight was like a weight, exerting on Big Buck's throat.

Crack, crack, crack.

Big Buck heard his cervical spine rubbing against the chain, making a creepy sound.

The seven blood holes on his body continued to expand as he struggled violently, and blood spewed out from under the totem armor crazily, and he couldn't stop it.

Especially the blood hole at the root of the thigh, besides the stinging pain, it also brought him an uncontrollable fear for any male carbon-based intelligent creature.

The right hand and left foot seemed to be scorched in a furnace first, and then frozen in an ice cave for a whole day and night, and their existence could no longer be felt.

What's even more frightening is that the other party seems to have smeared an evil secret medicine on the iron teeth of the trap, causing the feeling of numbness to spread upwards like a poisonous snake. Soon, he lost control of his entire right arm and left arm. The control of the legs and the speed of the blurred consciousness also became faster and faster.

As for the tighter and tighter iron chain around his neck, it was as if both ends were heated in a furnace, and it was quickly burned into orange red, as if it was about to wring his head off.

Pain always amplifies one's perception of time.

Big Buck felt that he had persisted for three full days and three nights.

Then, he heard the sound of "click, click, click", and felt something thick and solid, cracking from his body and peeling off piece by piece.

"My totem battle armor actually left me?"

Big Buck was flustered for a while, "Could it be that even the Totem Armor thinks I'm doomed and doesn't have any hope for me?"

This was his last thought before falling into darkness.

...

Big Buck woke up from the pain.

From teeth to toes, the pain was so clear, sharp and persistent that he realized in despair that he did not have a glorious ending—a vigorous death in battle, becoming a part of the ancestral spirit, on the eternal battlefield, suffering all day long Drink good wine and kill your enemies.

Instead, dragging his bruised and bruised body, he was still imprisoned in the dark and damp underground that was as narrow as an ant's nest.

From the same rancid and unpleasant smell as before, and the stagnant water on the ground, this place is still part of the secret passage.

There were some excavating tools such as shovels and picks scattered beside it, as well as a few dirty rags.

It should be a place for the slave workers to take a break and catch their breath when the secret passage is being built.

But next to the digging tools, there are a lot of things that shouldn't be here.

Big and small, all kinds of knives that Big Buck has never heard of.

There are also dainty saws, pliers, and probes.

And some weird gadgets that exude a dangerous atmosphere.

All the equipment is brand new, and under the reflection of the four oil lamps in the four corners of the shabby room, there is a faint silver light.

Big Buck swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

He never wanted to be the first to experiment with these devices.

And at this moment, I...

Big Buck found that his whole body was still in great pain.

But the traps on the right elbow and left ankle had been removed, and the wound was simply smeared with ointment.

The seven bloody holes pierced by the armor-piercing cones were also randomly blocked with ointment and rags. At any rate, they no longer spurted blood, but blood streaks slowly seeped out.

The chain deeply embedded in his throat was also untied, but his throat was so swollen that he couldn't shout, and could only make a low and hoarse voice.

Coupled with the amazing vitality of the high-level orcs.

His life is not in danger at the moment.

But this does not mean that he can move freely and escape from this temporary magic cave.

Because he was tightly bound on an iron bed built with four or five iron spears interlaced.

Hands and feet were bound with barbed chains.

There are several tendon whips on the thighs, waist and chest, respectively, restraining his body, ensuring that he can't struggle with even a finger.

There are also two huge iron hooks on his shoulders, hooked into his shoulder blades.

If he struggled forcibly, he would only tear his shoulder blades to pieces and completely lose the ability to move his arms.

All of this was clearly illuminated by a huge bronze mirror.

That's right, someone hung a bronze mirror directly above his head, above the ceiling.

So that he can clearly see his originally strong and fit body, but now his body is horrible.

And, what will happen next.

"ah!"

Like most high orcs, Big Buck is not afraid of death.

But the scene in front of him, which was a hundred times more terrifying than death, completely exceeded the limit of the poor imagination of this tauren warrior.

He let out a hoarse scream.

The rapid ups and downs of his chest involved the wound, like countless steel needles with burrs scraping the marrow in his bones, the pain made him almost pass out again.

"If I were you, I'd save a little effort."

From the corner behind the Tauren Warrior's head, came a faint voice, "The search above our heads is over, the nosy guys are all gone - just a few screams, no corpses, no blood , There is not even a dropped weapon. There are countless things like this that happen every night in the city of Noire, and no one will entangle them to the end.

"I think, before dawn, no one will notice your disappearance.

"In other words, our work can last a whole night.

"I hope you can raise your spirits and persevere to the end."

Very calm, even with a gentle voice, I heard the hungry panting of the totem beast in the ears of Big Buck.

He endured the severe pain, twisted his head desperately, and twisted his cervical vertebrae to make a "click click", and finally saw the opponent's appearance through the bronze mirror hanging in mid-air.

It's that wretched and cowardly Ratman boy!

Only a hooded cloak was draped over his face in swaying shadows.

He was squatting in the corner, concentrating on studying Big Buck's totem armor.

It wasn't until this moment that Big Buck realized that his totem armor was snatched away by the opponent in such a despicable and shameless way.

Immediately, I felt a spine-like emptiness in my body.

The opponent was not in a hurry to inhale Big Buck's totem armor into his body.

Instead, he took a lot of bottles and jars, which were filled with colorful viscous liquid medicine, and dripped them on Big Buck's breastplate, shoulder pads, and wrist guards, carefully observing the reaction of the totem armor.

The totem armor quickly absorbed all the secret medicine.

From a solid state as hard as iron, it gradually softened, and there were circles of ripples on the surface, and even made an impatient "hissing" sound, as if inviting the rat man boy.

"This is impossible!"

Big Buck was dumbfounded.

How could the extremely humble rat man be favored by the totem armor?

Immediately, he realized that the other party was certainly not a rat man—he still remembered the astonishing force from his arms and knees when the other party wrapped around his throat tightly.

Rat people can't have such power.

This guy is a strong man whose strength is by no means inferior to his own.

However, what kind of clan warriors are so despicable that they have such a powerful force, but they still have to set such an insidious trap!

After all, the other party did not respond to the invitation of the Totem Armor.

Instead, a long robe was used to wrap up the fragments of the totem armor.

Then, he got up slowly, took off his hood, and walked towards Big Buck.

Under the constantly flickering firelight, Big Buck saw a vague reflection in the bronze mirror.

Hair like black flames.

Black eyes as deep as the night sky.

The unique features make Big Buck horrified.

"We finally met again, Mr. Big Buck, oh, you should have seen me in the blood skull arena, at least you knew of my existence, but you didn't care about it at that time, because you thought I was in a coma When I wake up, it is impossible to remember you, it is impossible to remember the things you did, you think, I have forgotten you long ago."

Meng Chao walked to Big Buck's bull's head, gently held his horn, lowered his head, paused every word, and said softly, "But, unfortunately, I haven't forgotten.

"Even in the deepest sewage of the dungeon, when I was dying, I didn't forget you for a second, brave Tauren warrior, honorable member of Bloodhoof, Mr. Big Buck."