The Earth People are so Fierce

Chapter 1191

Fortunately, I don't know that it was "Jackal" Kanus who rushed into the trouble and was not prepared for it.

Or Meng Chao, through the flames of the doomsday, greatly destroyed this cunning wolf king, carefully constructed nightmare.

There are still a large number of white bone camp elites, in a sober and organized state.

The Saintess of Ancient Dream didn't seem to be dead, and she could still issue orders in an orderly manner—at least, it seemed, for the time being.

Meng Chao saw a large number of still awake Baiguying elites, shrinking into the depths of the stone forest.

Barracks, ordnance, and sacks filled with sand and gravel used to fill trenches and build low walls were randomly piled between stone pillars, forming a precarious line of defense.

Of course, such a line of defense could not stop the Origin Samurai.

But it can block their sight.

Let them only exist in each other's field of vision.

Ice Storm once told Meng Chao about the attack characteristics of the origin warriors.

Although the origin warrior seems to be irrational, like crazy and demons, he kills people when he sees them.

But their attack sequence actually has certain rules to follow.

In the case of sufficient psychic power, when there are multiple enemies within the attack range of the Origin Samurai, they will often choose the strongest enemy to attack.

If the origin samurai has been fighting for a long time, the flesh and blood under the liquid metal armor will be exhausted, and there will be multiple enemies within the attack range.

Then, they will start with the weakest target.

Moreover, after killing the opponent, they will also spread the devouring, using the opponent's flesh and blood to make up for the flesh and blood of the original samurai body, which has long been corroded by the liquid metal armor.

There is the most important one.

When there is another origin warrior within the sight of the origin warrior, and each other has found each other.

They tend to treat each other as their number one enemy, and kill them endlessly.

Therefore, in the past, when high-ranking orcs wanted to use this forbidden killer on the battlefield, they would often place a Origin Warrior several miles apart, and after the release, they would evacuate the area urgently, allowing Origin Warriors to unleash the most brutality. Indiscriminate attack.

Otherwise, there will be the situation that Meng Chao and Ice Storm are seeing right now.

Dozens of blood-stained warriors of Origin, whose totem armor fragments were still wriggling and surging on their hot bodies, soon found each other after tearing through hundreds of wolves and ratmen warriors.

The light of killing and devouring that was ten times brighter was shot out in their eyes, and the **** shot out a scream like a sword attack, and they rushed toward each other fiercely.

The sharp blade formed by the condensation of liquid metal, extending from the tips of the limbs, plus the deformed carapace covering the vitals of the whole body, makes them look like huge humanoid mantises and poisonous scorpions.

And even if they were poked into the heart by another origin warrior, there was no trace of pain and fear in their faces, and they were calm to the creepy facial features, there was no half of normal people at all, no, it was a living carbon-based wisdom. Living body, the emotions it should have.

It seemed that their organs, their cells, and their genes had already lost their organic life at the moment they were swallowed by the out-of-control totem armor and became part of the entire killing system.

Such a killing system is surprisingly efficient.

Not long after the terrible cannibalism lasted, the number of origin samurai dropped from double digits to single digits.

There are dozens of origin warriors who have turned into a pool of fragmented rotten flesh, and even little blood has flowed out—their blood has long been sucked up by the mysterious liquid substance that composes the armor.

But this did not make hiding in the dark, breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature converged to the limit, trying to bypass the origin warriors, and Meng Chao and the ice storm, who did not even dare to breathe in the atmosphere, felt relieved.

Because, every time an origin warrior fell and died, even the mutilated corpse was released due to the limit of cell function, causing the mitochondria to lose control and triggering spontaneous combustion, after burning every shriveled cell.

Fragments of totem armor originally attached to his body or embedded in his body.

In the raging flames, they will be burned and melted again into a shining liquid metal, as if they have life or spirituality, rushing to the winners quickly.

They tend to wrap a limb of the winner with a very gentle posture.

Afterwards, seven or eight, ten or twenty liquid metal tentacles were molded from the body, and they pierced into the victor's body very brutally.

In the end, following these tentacles, all the liquid metal poured into the flesh and bones of the victor.

Or, simply turn into the flesh and bones of the winner.

During the whole process, the face of the winner—if he still had a face and was not swallowed by the liquid metal, there would not be the slightest pain or discomfort.

On the contrary, it is indescribable enjoyment and joy.

It's like a warrior who was seriously injured, just injected with super high concentration of adrenaline and cardiotonic.

And after getting a large amount of liquid metal-like substances supplemented.

The totem armor on them often becomes more gorgeous and hideous.

You know, Ratmen Warriors are not like clan warriors, who have thousands of years of heritage.

Their totem armor often comes from temple stealing and battlefield looting.

Even if you successfully grab a few pieces of totem battle armor, it is difficult to help a warrior of a hundred wars to gather the airtight full body armor that covers from the top of the head to the toes.

Therefore, before this **** battle of cannibalism took place, even the totem armor worn by the elites of the White Bone Camp was relatively simple or even rudimentary in style.

And now, when dozens of Origin Samurai fell one after another, only single-digit victors remained.

Not only did they all put together a full body armor that covered the whole body and couldn't penetrate the needle.

Many people also wore two or even three layers of heavy armor, like a mandala tree, extending from the limbs a large number of gleaming forks, looking from a distance, it looks like a building full of knives, guns, swords and halberds. A black iron battle fort with axe and yoke.

The killing intent that surrounds the whole body is constantly increasing in the killings, and it is almost condensed into a cloud visible to the naked eye. Above their heads, it turns into the image of a hungry beast with teeth and claws.

This scene, like the desperate fight that took place in the Blood Skull Arena, the brave game that took place in Pointe Noire, the upcoming battle of the five races, and his own personal experience, made Meng Chao think of a word again.

Raising Gu.

As Meng Chao learned more and more about Turan civilization, he felt more and more that this piece of mandala fruit, which seemed to be vibrant, strong and powerful, was a huge worm valley.

All high-level orcs are Gu worms imprisoned in the Worm Valley.

Relying on the mandala fruit that continuously grows energy without requiring too high technical content and natural conditions, the number of Gu worms exploded to the limit again and again, to the extent that the natural environment could not bear it.

In order to survive, Gu worms can only kill each other time and time again, devour each other, compete with natural materials, and feed on the weak. For the past tens of thousands of years, they have been trapped in the cruel cycle of death and cannot extricate themselves.

The rat people are certainly the losers and knockouts of this survival game or "War of Raising Gu".

Those wolves, tigers and leopards and wild boars and bulls are not real victors. They are just lucky worms that are relatively powerful for the time being.

But it's useless.

As long as the mandala tree is still deeply rooted in the land of Turanze, it will continue to bear fruit.

Fruits rich in nutrition and psychic energy can continuously breed new gu worms and new challengers, allowing this survival game to continue in an ever more cruel manner and endlessly.

The only victor is the Totem Armor.

Over the past tens of thousands of years, countless orc warriors have sprinkled blood on the battlefield in the most heroic, brave, generous, and cruel way, their corpses turned into mud and swallowed by insects.

Their totem armor has not been destroyed, nor can it be destroyed.

Instead, it was re-transformed into a mysterious liquid metal-like substance, attached to a stronger victor, and fought more intensely.

In the process of the owner's dying ceaselessly.

Totem armor with artificial intelligence, but meticulously and faithfully records the master's battle scenes, stores astronomical battle information, analyzes, refines, and continuously improves combat skills, becoming stronger and stronger.

In a word.

Using high-level orcs is like raising Gu like internal competition.

Totem Battle Armor has been continuously upgraded for the past ten thousand years.

Or, to use a more precise vocabulary—for the past ten thousand years, the Totem Armor has been using the flesh and blood of higher orcs and constantly evolving!