Chapter 1263： The ambition of the wolf king

Twenty or thirty hunters quickly suppressed the remains of four Fel Puppets.

As for the remaining four fel puppet remains, they were taken care of by the Tiger King.

After wearing the heavy armor, the tiger-headed giant, who was larger than the elephant warrior, turned into a whirlwind, and entered the wreckage of the fel puppets. The movements of moving and moving were more agile than the apes.

No matter how the fel puppet remains, how crazy the dead light is, the criss-crossing network of light shrouded and shredded, only the tiger king moving at high speed, dragging out the afterimage.

Not to mention the "Blade of Fury" in the Tiger King's hand, the bone dragon with its teeth and claws sometimes stretched, and the fierce flames gushing from the tip of the blade, the attack range is close to a hundred arms, and it can pierce the remains of the fel puppet from an incredible angle. The fragmented shell destroys the gears, pipes and bearings inside.

Sometimes every joint is closed tightly, and a large amount of liquid metal material instantly wraps the thick spine, turning it into a handle that exceeds ten arms in length and five arms in width. It is not so much a "great sword", but rather it is. The "double-edged great axe" is a peerless weapon.

Every time this peerless weapon flies up and down, it can chop off a limb from the wreckage of the fel puppet, explode a gear, chop a crooked light track, and chop a splendid spark.

Occasionally, the Tiger King will be hit by the light blade of the Fel Puppet.

But the light blade, which seemed to be thousands of degrees high, could not break the line of defense composed of layers of totem armor on his body.

Even if a certain part was continuously attacked by the dead light and the light blade, the armor was finally torn by a gap between the thickness of a finger.

Inside, it is steaming, exuding metallic flesh and blood, and it also seems to have a stronger horizontal hardness than a liquid metal substance.

Soon, under the indiscriminate bombardment of the Tiger King, cobweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the thinking crystal embedded deep in the remains of the four Fel Puppets.

The light contained in the crystal is no longer stable, and it flickers and flickers like shattered lightning.

Even the movement and shooting trajectory with the wreckage of the Fel Puppet turned into a drunkard, stumbling around like headless flies.

The Tiger King took the opportunity to jump behind the wreckage of a fel puppet.

Relying on a stronger arm than a crane, grabbing the two light tracks behind this fel puppet wreck, forcibly **** it to the remaining three fel puppet wrecks.

The wreckage of the fel puppets began to shoot at each other.

Countless sparks and large parts were splashed.

Until each other became riddled with holes, reduced to scrap copper and rotten iron.

Only then did the Tiger King pick up the scrap copper and rotten iron under his feet, smashing it a dozen times at high speed like a meteor hammer, and smashing them to the other three scraps of copper and rotten iron.

During this period, only a small incident occurred.

One of the remains of the Fel Puppet, and the two parts of its limbs were not exploded by the dead light.

When the Tiger King picked up its companion and slammed it at it, it used these two limbs to dodge the Tiger King’s attacks one by one.

As a result, he just bounced to the side of the wolf king.

The thinking crystal that was about to be shattered gave the last command to the body that was being torn apart.

Input all the remaining holy light into the only remaining light blade and light track.

It is like a combination of a flaming hedgehog and a top, spinning fast.

Trying to purify an evil, filthy, and chaotic carbon-based creature before completely losing its function.

"Jackal" Kanus scurryed with his head.

Running fast like a dog with a tail tied to a firecracker.

On several occasions, the wreckage of the Fel Puppet almost slashed his throat, cut off his head, entangled and tore off his limbs.

He was all in a mess, and dodged in embarrassment.

Until the Tiger King yelled violently and fell from the sky.

The tiger's claws, which contained a mighty power, smashed the remains of this high-speed rotating fel puppet.

The Wolf King, who had just crawled from the mud to the shore, let out a long sigh of relief, and showed the Tiger King a half embarrassed and half flattering smile.

The short and fierce encounter ended here.

This is because when the Tiger King controlled the wreckage of the Fel Puppet and madly shot the dead light, he deliberately aimed at the rock walls on both sides of the valley, cut a lot of rocks from the rock wall, and blocked the valley like an avalanche.

The remains of the Fel Puppets in the middle of the valley were not awakened by them.

The hunters finally got rid of the mud and entered the relatively dry and safe forest.

After relaxing the nerves and retracting the totem armor, and the excessive adrenaline and enkephalins were also used up, those orc warriors who were seriously injured clearly felt the unbearable pain and the irreversible passing of life.

Counting the fierce tiger warrior who was attacked and cut off his limbs in the first place.

There are a total of three hunters, who were severely wounded incurable and squeezed out of the final combat power by the totem armor.

Now, their faces were pale, their flesh and blood dried up, and their breathing and heartbeats were getting weaker and weaker.

The fire of life, like a feather falling into the Styx, sinks into an endless abyss at any time.

But whether it is the three hunters themselves.

The jackals and tigers and leopards surrounding them.

But no one showed sad or panic expressions.

On the contrary, everyone grins and smiles, with sharp fangs shining sharply.

Especially the three dying people.

Their smiles are extraordinarily bright and proud.

For a high-ranking orc who admires glory and longs for sacrifice.

What other way of death can be more glorious than dying vigorously in the depths of the holy mountain, under the eyelids of the ancestors?

Not to mention, they still sacrificed in the battle with the enemy's ultimate weapon—the Fel Puppet.

This is the most perfect way to die that you can't even dream of!

"Brothers, we will wait in the ancestral hall of glory—"

The three dying men hugged each other tightly, looking at the companions who were surrounding them, raising their swords and hammers, and blessed from the bottom of their hearts, "Waiting for your arrival, and us on the eternal battlefield, Fight together again!"

"We will, we will follow in your footsteps, use the most tragic way, vigorously fight to death, and then rebirth in the ancestral hall of glory, and continue to fight alongside you!"

The jackals and tigers and leopards suddenly promised.

Afterwards, dozens of swords and hammers fell at the same time.

The three severely wounded who lost their combat effectiveness and the meaning of survival were relieved happily.

From the three fragmented corpses, a large amount of liquid metal-like substances flowed out, like silver blood, meandering and spreading out.

This is their totem armor.

The orc warrior was born, grown, trained, fought, injured, died, and decayed, absorbed by the root system of the mandala tree, and gave birth to a new generation of orc warriors.

But the Totem Armor will never be completely destroyed.

It will only be transferred, split, and cohesive among orc warriors of different clans and eras in different ways.

Because all the tiger warriors and jackal warriors present have their own totem armor.

The totem armor of the three deceased could not be completely transferred to the next master.

As a result, under the chanting of the Tiger King himself, the ancient and mysterious war epic led the three-tuo liquid metal material, turned into dozens of winding silver snakes, and got into the bodies of everyone present. .

If too many liquid metal-like substances are swallowed in one breath, a "rejection reaction" will easily occur between the totem armors, which will turn the owner into a muddlehead, only the "origin warrior" who knows the killing.

However, if the three totem armors are divided into dozens of parts, and each person only absorbs a small amount of liquid metal-like substances, with the strength of these wolves, tigers and leopards, they can naturally control them steadily.

"Fortunately, the Tiger King showed great power and only sacrificed three warriors."

"Jackal" Kanus leaned forward and said happily, "Now, we have a chance to get ahead of the Lion King, intercept the road, and set up an ambush!"

The Tiger King tilted his head and looked at the Wolf King with a smile, until the guy's gaze began to dodge from side to side, and then he stretched out a scimitar-like paw and slammed it twice in the Wolf King's chest.

"You guy, do you still say that you never thought about betraying the Lion King? If you really haven't thought about it, why have you been hiding your strength all the time?"

"What, what?"

"Just now to dodge the suicide attack of the fel puppet wreckage, those two tricks are very beautiful! Judging from the reaction speed and route of those two tricks, your true strength is not as ordinary as usual. Actually, it's still pretty strong!"

"This, this..."

"Hehe, the idiot'Horn of Destruction' has always regarded you as a loyal dog, but he didn't expect that you, a bold corpse dog, would dare to secretly exercise such tyrannical strength under his nose. This guy, probably secretly got a lot of good things from the ruins of the Lost Temple, right?"

"Tiger, Lord Tiger, please, please listen to my explanation..."

"No need to explain, I said, I don't care if you are a traitor or not, whether you have ambitions or not. An ambitious traitor has more appetite for me, and an ambitious traitor is more qualified to explore the sacred with me. Mountain Temple, if in the end, I was betrayed by you just like the Horn of Destruction, I can only blame myself for being stupid and weak!"

"I, I do not, Lord Tiger King, I can swear to the billions of ancestors on the top of the holy mountain, I have no ambition at all. All Turan orcs can survive!"

"You guy, it's really boring, we Turan Warriors, shouldn't we be the least afraid of death? Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, what else should I go next, what's the problem?"

"Should... hiss!"

"Well, there is a problem?"

The Tiger King frowned deeply, staring at the Wolf King whose face was painful and his left eye was inexplicably congested and swollen.

"No, no problem."

The Wolf King lowered his head, covered his left eye, gritted his teeth, and muttered to himself, "We...definitely succeed... to survive!"