Meng Chao's goal is totem armor.

Almost all Lion Warriors, Tiger Warriors and Wolf Assassins wear high-level armors that have hundreds or even thousands of years of history and are infused with the combat experience of orc warriors of all generations.

It was originally extremely valuable, enough to cause a bloody storm, causing the high-level orcs to fight over each other and beat each other's brains out of each other's ultimate individual equipment.

However, due to the sudden change, they were scattered throughout the mountain valley and became readily available garbage.

Although the owners of these totem armors have died or even been torn apart.

But the fragments of the armor that were broken into pieces, slowly peeling off and escaping from the corpse, still retained a strange activity.

The sunlight penetrated the blood mist that filled the sky over the mountain col, turning into an elusive sea of ​​scarlet, reflecting on the fragments of the armor, creating ripples like breathing.

These armor fragments were like chopped leeches, soaked in a pool of blood, slowly squirming.

Walking among thousands of armor fragments, Meng Chao had an extremely strange feeling.

The sunlight was reflected and decomposed by the curved surface of the armor fragments, turning into a halo of enchanting dancing, penetrating his retinas, as if interfering with his brain waves, causing him to have auditory hallucinations and hallucinations.

Through these halos, he seemed to see thousands of horses galloping, sweeping across thousands of armies, making great achievements... scenes that no warrior could refuse.

Then we heard roars, shouts, screams, the clash of swords, and the sound of hammers and axes striking shields and even city gates.

This sound is enough to make any high-level orc's blood boil, and he can't help himself.

Then he was deeply attracted by the totem armor, and unknowingly walked over and wore a certain set of totem armor that was most consistent with his own brain waves. He became the master or slave of the totem armor and implemented the totem armor.

With his own will, he devoted himself to the next more fierce battle.

Of course, such a routine is completely ineffective for Meng Chao, who has seen it before.

He has long known that the totem armor is not an ordinary metal or a cold dead object.

Rather, it has its own "thoughts", or at least a "program" that simulates thoughts.

This program is not under the control of the owner.

It will also continuously emit weird psychic ripples, simulating the brain waves of carbon-based creatures, attracting carbon-based creatures to merge with it.

And when more and more totem armor fragments condensed together in the form of a liquid-like metal substance.

Their common "killing program" will become more and more powerful, and then exert stronger intervention on the master.

Meng Chao's totem armor has absorbed too many fragments and has been upgraded to the limit that he can temporarily control.

In the short term, unless there are special circumstances, Meng Chao does not intend to upgrade his totem armor to a higher level and a more dangerous level.

Besides, they just made a time difference and temporarily transferred the wolf assassins away.

It won't take long for the wolf assassins to discover the omissions. They will return here and pack up all the trophies covered in the mountain col, and then destroy the corpses without leaving any traces.

If at that time, Meng Chao was still peeling off and packing the totem armor fragments all over the ground, he would inevitably be entangled by these mad dogs with an extraordinarily keen sense of smell.

Therefore, Meng Chao resisted the temptation of "嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤" that was all over the totem armor fragments, and without squinting, he came to a torn corpse.

That was the body of "Corrosion Fang", one of the top ten warriors of the Golden Clan.

That's right, all the other totem armors of the orc warriors in the entire mountain col were not worth Meng Chao's time and increased risks.

Only this set of totem armor with outstanding reputation is worth it.

Originally, Meng Chao's combat prowess, which he barely managed to reach the threshold of the "god realm", was not enough to come into contact with this set of super totem armor, which only the powerful warriors at the battle group level were eligible to colonize.

Under normal circumstances, as long as he touches the surface of this totem armor even slightly, he is very likely to be corroded by the poisonous mist shot out, or he will be bombarded by the information flow like a savage beast, and his consciousness will be dragged away.

Enter the battlefield thousands of years ago and accept extremely cruel and never-ending trials.

Even if he didn't die suddenly on the spot, his mind and flesh would be greatly shocked, and he would be in a state of confusion and at the mercy of others for at least three to five moments or even a few days.

Meng Chao is very self-aware.

Know the consequences of swallowing an elephant with a snake.

But now, unexpected favorable factors have emerged.

That is holy water.

Holy water is not water.

If we have to use the concept of Dragon City Civilization to define it, it is probably super corrosive acid and super stabilizer.

That's right, corrosion and stability, two completely different properties, are incredibly integrated into this shiny, crystal clear viscous liquid.

Take the "corroded tooth" in front of you as an example.

This set of super armor, which contains the power of a violent totem and has countless terrifying legends, has been reduced to fragments after being decomposed by the holy water.

However, when the corrosive and decomposing power in the holy water becomes thin to a certain extent, it automatically releases the stabilizing and suppressing power.

No matter how violently the fragments of the "Corroded Tooth" trembled and made a "hissing" sound, they were like mercury bugs trying to escape in all directions.

It is always firmly locked and suppressed by the holy water stained on it.

The effect is simply better than monster organs stored in mithril stabilizing fluid.

This is the literal meaning of "the snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman wins."

If Meng Chao fails to seize the opportunity, not even the gods and demons will forgive him.

He hurriedly pulled out a skin bag as thin as cicada wings and extremely soft from behind.

This skin bag was a trophy that he and Ice Storm accidentally obtained when they broke out of the wolf cavalry's pursuit the day before yesterday.

I don’t know what kind of ferocious totem beast it was peeled from, and how many secret medicines were used to soak and tan it.

It was clenched tightly but no bigger than a fist, and could be stuffed around the waist without any hindrance. However, when it was shaken open by the wind, it could fit even a strong orc man with a huge back and waist, and it was not afraid of being chopped by knives and axes, or being immersed in water or fire. It was so magical.

Although the totem armor fragments can theoretically be incorporated into the flesh and blood of carbon-based creatures.

But Meng Chao certainly would not let his delicate body be tainted by the "teeth of corrosion".

Not to mention that many pieces of armor were still stained with holy water.

Meng Chao vaguely remembered through the memory fragments of his previous life that the so-called "holy water" did not seem to be a disposable consumable.

As long as enough spiritual energy is injected into it, the seemingly dull and dry holy water can also be restored to activity and shine again.

Of course, how to charge holy water is a top secret in the Land of Holy Light. A little ghost assassin can know it, not your past life.

In short, Meng Chao carefully put the fragments of the "corroded tooth" and the holy water stained on it that were fading and drying into the skin.

This thing contains immeasurable combat power and scientific research value. Regardless of whether he cultivates it himself or not, it can be used to trade astronomical amounts of cultivation resources.

Even if you can't take it away for a while, you can find a deep cave to bury it, which is still a medium-sized trump card.

After completing all this, Meng Chao took a deep breath, carefully discerned the faint smell of tracking powder in the air, and pursued it all the way in the direction of the ice storm.

In fact, there is no need to trace the powder at all.

Because he was seriously injured and on the verge of collapse, he relied on the last trump card to forcefully stimulate the dry cells and broken nerves all over his body and release the last ray of active "Platinum Embrace", like a train burning out of control deep in the jungle.

He was running rampant everywhere, with no effort left to cover his tracks.

Meng Chao was still three to five miles away when he could hear the "rumbling" sound of the mandala tree falling from the depths of the jungle, as well as the earth-shattering roar of the "Platinum Embrace".

Still hundreds of arms away, you can see a blazing white flame rushing towards the northwest.

The wolf assassins were in hot pursuit on the left and right.

Although they were not far behind their target.

But facing this angry lion that has fallen into a state of madness, these people have received rigorous training in a secret base. In the brutal training with an elimination rate of more than 95%, their central nervous systems have long been frozen. Even if their eyeballs are poked with a sharp blade, they may not be able to survive.

The dead man who blinked still had a severe headache.

The ultimate overdraft capacity of "Platinum Embrace" greatly exceeded their expectations.

And when they completed the encirclement and took action at the same time, they were disturbed by an inexplicable murderous aura, which made them even more upset.

In any case, when "Platinum Embrace" surged all the way, the battle line was stretched, making it impossible for dozens of wolf assassins to attack him at the same time.
Chapter completed!