It's an armor-breaking cone!

To be more precise, it is an armor-piercing cone that has been modified by the Ghost Assassin and inlaid with a large number of burrs and barbs.

It penetrated deeply into Big Buck's thigh, and with a slight twist, even the flesh of the belt was torn off, and a large piece of blood dripped from it.

By the way, the thing between Big Buck's legs felt unprecedentedly cold and empty.

This is not the end.

The other party seemed to know Big Buck's totem armor and body structure very well.

Before the liquid metal had even covered it, the armor-piercing awl struck seven times in a row as fast as lightning.

Seven shocking bloody holes were dug out on his waist, hips, chest, abdomen and even under his armpits.

Although the totem armor quickly covered the wound.

And try to seal the wound as much as possible to prevent the loss of blood.

But the wounds torn apart by this deadly weapon are too difficult to plug and suture.

Big Buck suddenly felt dizzy, and his eyesight turned black.

He let out a hysterical roar and swung the horn scimitar on his totem armor wildly, drawing a series of sparks on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

But before he became mad, the ghost assassin jumped away slightly and blended into the darkness perfectly.

This time, no matter how hard Big Buck stared, he couldn't scan the opponent's outline in the darkness.

At this moment, an ominous mechanical sound sounded again in the darkness.

As the chains clattered, Big Buck suddenly felt that there were two strange forces on his painful elbows and ankles, pulling his body in different directions.

It turned out that the chain wrapped around the bear trap was connected to two heavy sacks hanging high in the air through a set of pulleys and gears.

When the ghost assassin knocked off the latch and let the sack fall to the ground, gravity immediately tightened the chain due to the increase of the pulley block.

Big Buck's right arm and left leg were immediately straightened by the tight chains, and the whole person was almost suspended in the air.

My right hand and left foot were so painful that they were about to be torn apart by a animal trap.

Of course, without interference, it is impossible to trap a totem warrior simply by relying on mechanisms.

However, just when Big Buck was about to use his strength to break the chain, the ghost assassin appeared from behind him again.

And before the totem armor completed its final colonization, a chain was wrapped around Big Buck's neck.

Thin and long, the chain is studded with spikes and is deeply embedded in Big Buck's throat.

Even if the totem armor covers it, it can only wrap the chains inside.

Big Buck felt that a ball of blazing flames was stuffed into his throat.

All the air he had to breathe was burned to the ground.

The ghost assassin crossed the chains behind his neck and wrapped them around his arms.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person jumped up, exerted force with his arms, and pressed his knees firmly against his spine. All the weight was like a weight, exerted on Big Buck's throat.

Click, click, click.

Big Buck heard his cervical vertebrae rubbing against the chain, making a creepy sound.

The seven blood holes on his body continued to expand with the fierce struggle, and blood spurted out from under the totem armor, unable to stop it.

In particular, the blood hole at the base of his thigh, in addition to the heart-piercing pain, also gave him an uncontrollable fear for any male carbon-based intelligent creature.

The right hand and left foot seemed to have been burned in a furnace and then frozen in an ice cave for a whole day and night, and their existence was no longer felt.

What was even more frightening was that the other party seemed to have smeared an evil secret medicine on the iron teeth of the animal trap, causing the numbness to spread upward like a poisonous snake. Soon, he lost all control of his entire right arm and left arm.

The control of the legs and the speed of unconsciousness also became faster and faster.

As for the iron chain around his neck that was getting tighter and tighter, it was as if both ends were being heated in a furnace. It quickly burned to an orange-red color, as if it was trying to twist his head off directly.

Pain always magnifies people's perception of time.

Big Buck felt that he had persisted for three whole days and three nights.

Then, he heard the sound of "click, click, click, click" and felt something thick and solid cracking from his body and peeling off piece by piece.

"My totem armor actually left me?"

Big Buck was flustered for a while, "Does it mean that even the Totem Armor thinks that I will definitely die and has no hope for me?"

This was his last thought before falling into darkness.

…

Big Buck was woken up painfully.

The extremely clear, severe and continuous pain from his teeth to his toes made him realize in despair that he did not get the glorious ending and died in a majestic battle. He became a part of the ancestral spirit and drank wine all day long on the eternal battlefield.

, slaughter the enemy.

Instead, he dragged his body covered in bruises and was still imprisoned in the dark, damp, and narrow underground like an ant nest.

Judging from the smell of putrid smell and the accumulation of water on the ground, this place is still part of the secret passage.

Scattered nearby were some digging tools such as shovels and picks, as well as a few dirty rags.

It should be a place where the slave workers took a temporary break and took a breather while building the secret tunnel.

But next to the excavation tools, there were a lot of things that shouldn't be there.

Big and small, all kinds of knives that Big Buck has never heard of.

There are also small and exquisite saws, pliers and probes.

There are also some weird gadgets that I don’t know what they are, but they exude a dangerous atmosphere.

All the equipment is brand new, and under the illumination of four oil lamps in the four corners of the shabby room, it emits a faint silver light.

Big Buck swallowed hard.

He never wanted to be the first to try these devices.

And at this moment, I...

Big Buck found that although his whole body was still in severe pain.

But the animal traps on his right elbow and left ankle had been removed, and ointment was simply applied to the wounds.

The seven bloody holes poked by the armor-piercing awl were also blocked with ointment and rags. At least the blood no longer spurted out, but blood slowly seeped out.

The chain that was deeply embedded in his throat was also untied, but his throat was so swollen that he could not shout and could only make a low and hoarse voice.

Coupled with the amazing vitality of the high-level orcs.

His life is not in danger at the moment.

But this does not mean that he can move freely and escape from this temporary devil's cave.

Because he was tied to an iron bed made of four or five iron spears intertwined with each other.

His hands and feet were chained with spiked iron chains.

There were several beef tendon whips on his thighs, waist, abdomen and chest, restraining his body and ensuring that he could not struggle out even a finger.

There were two huge iron hooks on his shoulders, hooked into his shoulder blades.

If you struggle forcefully, your shoulder blades will be shattered and your arms will completely lose their ability to move.

All of this is clearly illuminated by a huge bronze mirror.

That's right, someone hung a bronze mirror directly above his head, on the ceiling.

This allowed him to clearly see his originally strong and fit body, but now it was miserable.

And, what will happen next.

"ah!"

Like most higher orcs, Big Buck is not afraid of death.

But the scene in front of him, which was a hundred times more terrifying than death, completely exceeded the limit of this minotaur warrior's poor imagination.

He let out a hoarse scream.

The rapid rise and fall of his chest touched the wound, as if there were countless steel needles with burrs scraping the marrow inside his bones. The pain was so painful that he almost fainted again.

"If I were you, I would save some energy."

From the corner behind the Tauren Warrior's head, a faint voice came, "The search above our heads has ended. All the nosy guys have dispersed. There are just a few screams. There are no corpses, no blood, or even

There are no dropped weapons. This kind of thing happens countless times in Noire City every night, and no one will bother with it.

"I don't think anyone will notice your disappearance before dawn.

"In other words, our work can last all night.

"I hope you can maintain enough energy and persevere to the end."

It was a very calm, even gentle voice, and when Big Buck heard it in his ears, he did not hesitate to hear the hungry panting from the totem beast behind his head.

He endured the severe pain and twisted his head desperately, twisting the cervical vertebrae so much that they made "click-click" noises. Finally, he saw the other person's appearance through the bronze mirror hanging in mid-air.

It's that wretched and cowardly rat-man boy!

He just wore a hooded cloak, shrouding his face in swaying shadows.

He was squatting in the corner, studying Big Buck's totem armor attentively.

It was only at this moment that Big Buck was shocked to realize that his totem armor had been snatched away by the opponent in such a despicable and shameless way.

Suddenly, I felt a spine-like emptiness drained from my body.

But the opponent was not in a hurry to absorb Big Buck's totem armor into his body.

Instead, he took many bottles and jars filled with colorful viscous liquids and dripped them on Big Buck's breastplate, shoulder pads and wrist guards, carefully observing the reaction of the totem armor.

The totem armor quickly absorbed all the secret medicine.

From a solid state as hard as iron, it gradually softened, with circles of ripples appearing on the surface, and even an impatient "hissing" sound, as if sending an invitation to the rat man.

"This is impossible!"

Big Buck was stunned.

How could the extremely despicable Rat Man be favored by the Totem Armor?

He immediately realized that the opponent was certainly not a rat man. He still remembered the astonishing strange force gushing out of his arms and knees when the opponent was tightly wrapped around his throat.

There's no way the Skaven have such power.

This guy is a strong man whose strength is by no means inferior to his own.

But what kind of clan warrior would be so despicable that he would set up such an insidious trap even though he has such powerful power!

After all, the other party did not respond to Totem Armor's invitation.

Instead, he used a robe to carefully wrap up the fragments of the totem armor.

Then, he slowly stood up, took off his hood, and walked towards Big Buck.

Under the flickering firelight, Big Buck saw a blurry reflection emerging from the bronze mirror.

Hair like black flames.

Black eyes as deep as the night sky.

The unique features frightened Big Buck.

"We finally met again, Mr. Big Buck. Oh, you should have seen me in the Blood Skull Arena, at least you were aware of my existence, but you didn't care at that time because you thought I was in a coma.

When I wake up, it's impossible to remember you or the things you did. You feel like I've forgotten you a long time ago."

Meng Chao walked up to Big Buck's bull head, gently held his horns, lowered his head, and said softly, "But, unfortunately, I have not forgotten it.

"Even when I was dying in the sewage in the deepest part of the dungeon, I never forgot you for a second, the brave Tauren warrior, the noble Bloodhoof member, Mr. Big Buck."
Chapter completed!