The Earth People are so Fierce

Kasavar was thinking hard about how to sneak this dangerous element into the city of Pointe-Noire, disguised as a messenger of the big horned rat god, and pick it up, chop it into meat sauce, and bury it under the mandala tree.

Suddenly heard a heavy cast iron crutch click from behind.

Kasavar's heart shuddered, and he hurriedly turned his head and saluted respectfully: "Master Black Tooth!"

He couldn't help being disrespectful.

Although the visitor had an old face and a humble figure, the body wrapped in a black hooded cloak seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, and even a walking stick weighing several hundred kilograms was needed to barely maintain balance.

But this priest named "Blacktooth" is one of the legends of the Bloodhoof family in recent decades.

The black tooth of twenty years ago was not a priest.

But the most powerful fighter of the Bloodhoof family.

Even Kassavar Bloodhoof grew up listening to his story of killing the nine-headed dragon in the turbulent whirlpool of the Turan River during the flooding period.

And Blacktooth's original intention to slay the Nine-Headed Flood Dragon was neither to kill the people, nor was it such a boring thing to kill the dragon and eat meat.

He just heard that the nine-headed flood dragon can regenerate indefinitely. As long as one of the nine heads is kept, even if the other eight are all beheaded, they can grow out like a gecko's tail in a very short time. Head.

Black Tooth wanted to know if this was true.

"If the nine-headed dragon can regenerate indefinitely, I will grab one and raise it in the family temple, so that the freshest dragon brain can be eaten every day."

Heifang explained his purpose in this way.

As a result, he used three days and three nights in the roar of torrential rains and floods to prove that there is no such unscientific thing as "infinite regeneration" in the world.

He just chopped off the nine heads of the nine-headed flood dragon thirty or fifty times in turn, and the latter collapsed to the ground, collapsed and died.

"It's really boring. Every time the speed of rebirth gets slower and slower, the head of the rebirth also gets smaller and smaller, and the dragon's breath released is getting weaker and weaker. After killing thirty or fifty times, it sprays Flames, even my cow hair won't burn!"

After returning from the fierce battle, his body was bathed in blood, a scrawny dragon corpse and the black teeth of hundreds of dragon heads were dragged behind him, saying this to the high-ranking orcs in Blackhorn City.

This battle made Black Tooth famous.

Coupled with his unique appearance, as a tauren, in addition to the mighty and majestic horns, there are actually two black fangs that are sharper than the liger warrior.

The terrifying record and domineering appearance made the name "Black Tooth" spread all the way from Pointe Noire to Chijin City. The entire Tulanze, no one knows his prestigious name.

It's a pity, like all Turan's strongest who try to exceed the limit.

Blacktooth did not care about everything, and piled totem armor on himself.

In the layers of "Millennium Armor" and "Ten Thousand Year Armor", there are hundreds of extremely ancient and powerful remnants of souls.

That is the blessing of the ancestor spirit, and it is also the curse of the ancestor spirit.

While bringing powerful skills to the totem warrior, it also lures the totem warrior into the abyss of madness step by step.

In the end, he completely lost himself and became a puppet of the totem armor.

That is the origin of the samurai, flesh and metal are completely blended together, human beings are not humans, ghosts are not ghosts.

The remaining flesh and blood of the vast majority of origin warriors could not support the excessive swallowing of the Totem Armor.

If they were sealed in time without the secret medicine, they would be swallowed up by the totem armor in just a few days, at most three to five months, leaving only an empty bone shelf.

Generally speaking, such changes are advancing without retreat.

It is easy to change from an ordinary warrior to an origin warrior-as long as you give up thinking, follow the instructions of the totem armor completely, and kill like crazy.

However, there is almost no samurai of origin, and he can recover his mind and become a normal samurai.

The reason for saying "almost" is because Black Tooth is such a special case that has not been met in a thousand years.

In the process of losing control of his mind, mutating flesh and blood, and being completely eroded by the power of totem, he unexpectedly relied on supreme will to forcibly interrupt the whole process.

As a result, only half of the body, fused with the metal, turned into a deformed and distorted monster.

The other half of the body, including the entire head, remained in the normal appearance of the higher orcs.

He dragged such a weird body, insisted on returning to the family temple step by step, and fell into the medicine jar filled with secret medicine.

The five chief priests of the Bloodhoof family worked together to seal the mutated half of Blacktooth's body, barely saving his life and mind.

Although this loss of control caused him to lose most of his combat effectiveness on the physical level.

However, because of a blessing in disguise, he has the ability to communicate deeply with the ancestral spirits and skillfully use multiple mental combat skills.

As a result, he became a priest from a soldier.

The sixth priest of the Bloodhoof family.

It is also within the family, no, the whole city of Pointe-Noire, no, one of the most terrifying priests in Turanze.

Although most of Blacktooth's face was shrouded in the shadow under the hood.

Only a sharp fang that looked like cast from black iron was exposed.

And another fang full of holes and metal spines.

But Kassavar still felt that the most terrifying priest of the family, with an understatement, penetrated his chest and heart, making him even more afraid to breathe.

"Come with me, Kassavar. There are many foreign gladiators in your Bloodskull Arena. Perhaps your knowledge of them can help us."

Perhaps it was because of the rising star Kassavar who saw the shadow of himself when he was young, Heifang's attitude was very gentle.

Of course, the "gentleness" of the black teeth is only the pressure that is close to suffocation, and it is slightly reduced to the extent that it can make Kasava breathe hard.

Kasava didn't dare to ask more, followed behind the priest, and came to a secret room on the right side of the temple.

The material used for casting this secret room is blue and full of frost. Even in the scorching summer, it always maintains a zero degree "cryolite".

The entire secret room was filled with ice and mist, and the chill was pressing.

The wall on the left side of the secret room is covered with all kinds of weird knives made of metal and totem beast bones.

On the shelf on the right, there are hundreds of colorful bottles of secret medicines that are scented through the cork.

In the middle is a stone platform with a large number of cuneiform inscriptions.

Lying on the stone platform was a corpse that had been opened and unloaded.

Kassavar recognized the identity of the corpse from his fairly intact head.

"Crocodile head, is he dead too?"

Casava frowned deeply.

Crocodile Head is also a fierce master among the younger generation of the bloodhoof family.

His line has just joined the Bloodhoof family not long after.

His father was originally a crocodile warrior from the Dark Moon clan.

Because of his defeat in the family struggle, he was banished and came to the city of Pointe-Noire.

First, he made a name in the arena, and then received the blood from the Bloodhoof family, abandoned everything in the past, and embarked on a new journey.

Even among the bloodhoof family, a tauren female warrior with a particularly strong body and a particularly attractive appearance was favored.

Then there was the "crocodile head", a powerful existence that combined the crocodile and the tauren, two fierce bloodlines.

Both are the younger generation in the family.

Kasavar has competed with the crocodile head many times.

Although there are more wins than losses, he also admits that Alligator Head is a fairly good opponent.

It is worth his 70% strength to deal with it.

"Did the Ironhide family do it?" Kasava asked cautiously.

If the Ironhide family kills even the crocodile head.

The contradiction between the two families is not so easy to resolve.

"No, the idiots of the Ironhide family, no matter how stupid they are, there is a limit to knowing who can kill and who can't."

Heifang said, "It was the'Night Demon' who did it."

"The messenger of the Big Horn Rat God?"

Kasavar was taken aback again.

On the one hand, he was surprised at how tricky the target was.

On the other hand, he was also surprised, "Why doesn't this guy usually stay alive? How can he kill the crocodile head?"

Although the clan warriors who were frightened and furious were called "Night Demon".

But the messenger of the big horned rat **** seldom did anything to kill them all.

Kasavar didn't think it was kind.

Keeping their mouths alive, and engraving the **** and incomparable humiliation mark on their foreheads is simply more cruel than killing these warriors with a single knife.

"Perhaps because the crocodile head accidentally killed several rat people."

Heifang said indifferently, "You know that the crocodile head is crazy, he always ignores him, his totem combat skills, the attack range is large, when the battle is boiling, he has a few eyes that don’t know how to dodge. What's so strange about the rat people smashed into fleshy mud and blood mist?

"I'm afraid that this is the point that provoked the'Night Demon' and then killed him.

"It is also possible that because the strength of the crocodile head is too strong, there is no way to only wound and not kill, the other party can only go all out to kill the killer.

"In any case, the death of the crocodile head finally brings us something of value, allowing us to outline the true face of the'Night Demon'.

"Kassavar, look here."

Black Tooth lifted a cast iron walking stick weighing hundreds of kilograms, just like lifting a light branch that was bored by termites.

Under the armpit of the corpse, lightly tap.

Kasavar drew closer, squinting.

With his experience of witnessing and personally experiencing thousands of battles in the Blood Skull Arena.

Naturally, it can be seen at a glance.

Although the crocodile's head was covered with large, shocking wounds.

Many scars even chopped off bones and penetrated the internal organs.

But with the extremely powerful vitality of the higher orcs.

These severe injuries from broken tendons were not enough to kill the crocodile's head.

The real, and only fatal wound was the very slight wound on the left side of the armpit.

The opening is so small that it looks like it was lightly poked by a sharp cone.

The more you go in, the bigger the wound. When you get close to the heart, it seems like someone is casting a magic trick. He stuffed a mace into the chest cavity of the crocodile's head and spun it hundreds of times.