Fortunately, I don't know because "Jackal" Canus attacked in a hurry and was not fully prepared.

Or maybe Meng Chao used the Doomsday Flame to greatly destroy this cunning wolf king's carefully constructed nightmare.

There are still a large number of White Bone Battalion elites who are awake and organized.

It seems that the Saint of Ancient Dreams is not dead, and can still issue orders in an orderly manner. At least, it seems like this for the time being.

Meng Chao saw a large number of still-awake White Bone Camp elites shrinking into the depths of the stone forest.

The barracks, ordnance, and sacks filled with sand and gravel used to fill trenches and build low walls were piled haphazardly between the stone pillars, forming a precarious defense line.

Of course, such a line of defense cannot stop the Origin Warrior.

But it can block their sight.

Let there be only each other within their field of vision.

Ice Storm once told Meng Chao something about the attack characteristics of the Origin Warrior.

Although the original warrior seems to have lost his mind, he is as crazy as a demon and kills everyone on sight.

But their attack sequence actually has certain rules to follow.

With sufficient psychic energy, when there are multiple enemies within the attack range of the Origin Warrior, they will often choose the strongest enemy to attack.

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

Then, they will start with the weakest target.

Moreover, after killing the opponent, it will start devouring it and use the opponent's flesh and blood to make up for the flesh and blood of the origin warrior, which has long been eroded by the liquid metal armor.

And the most important thing.

When there is another Origin Warrior within the line of sight of the Origin Warrior, and they both discover each other.

They often regard each other as their number one enemy and kill each other until death.

Therefore, in the past, when high-level orcs wanted to use this taboo weapon on the battlefield, they would often drop an origin warrior several miles apart, and after dropping it, they would evacuate the area urgently, allowing the origin warrior to carry out the most brutal

indiscriminate attack.

Otherwise, the situation that Meng Chao and Bing Storm are seeing now will occur.

Dozens of origin warriors, covered in blood, with fragments of totem armor still squirming and surging in their hot bodies, soon found each other after tearing apart hundreds of wargs and rat warriors.

Their eyes suddenly erupted with killing and devouring light that was ten times brighter, and screams like sword clashes erupted from deep in their throats, and they rushed towards each other.

The sharp blades made of condensed liquid metal extend long from the tips of the limbs, coupled with the deformed carapace covering the vital parts of the body, making them look like giant humanoid mantises and poisonous scorpions.

And even if their hearts were stabbed by another origin warrior, there was no trace of pain or fear on their faces. Between their terrifyingly calm facial features, there was no trace of normal people at all. No, they were living carbon-based intelligence.

A living being has the emotions it should have.

It was as if their organs, their cells, and their genes had lost their organic life and become part of the entire killing system the moment they were devoured by the out-of-control totem armor.

This kind of killing system is incredibly efficient.

The horrific cannibalism did not last long, and the number of origin warriors dropped from double digits to single digits.

Dozens of origin warriors were turned into pieces of rotten flesh, and not even much of their blood was shed, as it had long been sucked away by the mysterious liquid substance that made up the armor.

But this did not reassure Meng Chao and Ice Storm, who were hiding in the dark, with their breathing, heartbeat and body temperature reduced to the limit, trying to bypass the Origin Warriors and not even daring to take a breath.

Because, every time an origin warrior falls down and dies, even the mutilated body will burst into flames due to the extreme release of cell functions, causing the mitochondria to go out of control and trigger spontaneous combustion, burning every shriveled cell to the ground.

The fragments of the totem armor that were originally attached to his body or embedded in his body.

In the burning flames, everything will be re-melted into sparkling liquid metal, as if possessing life or spirituality, it will quickly rush towards the winner.

They often wrap a limb of the winner with a very gentle gesture.

Then, seven to eight, ten or twenty liquid metal tentacles were molded from the body, and they stabbed into the victor's body with incomparable ferocity.

Finally, 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 victor.

During the entire process, if the winner still had a face and was not swallowed by the liquid metal, there would not be any pain or discomfort on the face.

On the contrary, it is indescribable enjoyment and joy.

It's like a seriously injured warrior who has just been injected with ultra-high concentrations of adrenaline and cardiotonic drugs.

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

The totem armor on their bodies often becomes more gorgeous and ferocious.

You must know that the warriors of the rat people do not have a heritage that lasts for thousands of years like the clan warriors.

Their totem armor is often stolen from temples and looted on the battlefield.

Even if you successfully grab a few totem armor fragments, it will be difficult for a warrior who has fought many battles to assemble an airtight full-body armor that covers everything from the top of his head to the toes.

Therefore, before this bloody fratricidal battle took place, even the totem armor worn by the elite of the White Bone Battalion was relatively simple or even crude in style.

And now, when dozens of origin warriors fell one after another, only single digits of victors remained.

Not only did they gather together a full-body armor that covered their whole body and made it impossible for needles to penetrate.

Many people also wear two or even three layers of heavy armor, and like a mandala tree, a large number of gleaming branches extend from their limbs. From a distance, it looks like a tower filled with swords, guns, swords and halberds.

A black iron battle fortress with an ax and ax hook.

The murderous intent that surrounded them continued to increase with each killing, almost condensing into a cloud visible to the naked eye, and above their heads, it transformed into the image of a hungry beast with teeth and claws.

This scene, just like the life-and-death fight that took place in the Blood Skull Arena, the Game of the Brave that took place in Black Corner City, the upcoming battle between the five races, and his own personal experience, made Meng Chao think of a word again.

Raise gu.

As Meng Chao's understanding of Turan's civilization deepened, he felt more and more that this land, rich in datura fruits, seemingly full of vitality, and with strong soldiers and horses, was actually a huge insect valley.

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

Relying on the Datura fruits that continuously grow without high technical content and natural conditions, the number of Gu insects has exploded to the limit again and again, to the extent that the natural environment cannot bear it.

In order to survive, the Gu insects can only kill each other again and again, devour each other, compete with each other, and the weak eat the strong. Over the past tens of millions of years, they have been trapped in a cruel cycle of death and cannot extricate themselves.

The rat people are certainly the losers and eliminated in this survival game or the "Gu War".

Those jackals, tigers, leopards, wild boars and oxen cannot be said to be the real victors. They are just the Gu insects that luckily broke out of the encirclement and are temporarily stronger.

But, it's useless.

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

Fruits rich in nutrients and spiritual energy can continuously breed new bugs and new challengers, allowing this survival game to continue in an increasingly cruel manner and endlessly.

The only winner is the Totem Armor.

Over the past tens of millions of years, countless orc warriors have shed blood on the battlefield in the most heroic, courageous, generous, and cruel ways, and their corpses have turned into soil and been devoured by insects.

Their totem armor has not been destroyed and cannot be destroyed.

Instead, it transformed back into a mysterious liquid-like metal substance and attached itself to the more powerful winner to fight an even fiercer battle.

As the master keeps dying.

The totem armor with artificial intelligence meticulously and faithfully records the owner's battle scenes, stores astronomical amounts of battle information, analyzes, refines and continuously improves combat skills, becoming more and more powerful.

In one word.

Using the higher orcs is like raising a poisonous internal competition.

The totem armor has been continuously upgraded over the past ten thousand years.
Chapter completed!