Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1391 - Poet

Chapter 1391 Poet

The blood-red crystal that had been shattered by the Horn of Destruction had all turned into red mist.

The red mist was like a demon that possessed life, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, scattering onto everyone’s totem armor and all the mandrake trees.

Everyone, including the Lion King and Tiger King, immediately felt that their totem armor had become awkward, stiff, and difficult to control.

There was a subtle force that was stirring within the armor, defying their will. On the surface of the mandrake tree, which was stained with a large amount of red mist, many blood traces that looked like neural networks grew out.

“Blessed” by the blood traces, the mandrake tree seemed to be injected with extremely violent fuel. The waving of its vines, branches, and roots became even more fierce and brutal, like ten thousand poisonous snakes simultaneously exiting the forest of slaughter. They stuck their heads out and stared straight at the prey before them.

The incomparably fierce killing entered a white-hot state the first second after the smell of blood spread.

Almost every lion and tiger warrior’s body and limbs would be wrapped with three to five vines, branches, and roots.

These poisonous snakes, which were wrapped by the spiritual magnet, either tightened their grip more and more, trying to strangle or even tear off the limbs of their prey.

Or they split into seven or eight pieces from the end and bit the armor of their prey like carnivorous flowers, trying to tear the armor apart and inject fatal poison and acid into the flesh of their prey.

Some of the branches that were covered with mandala fruits even exploded like bombs after wrapping themselves around their prey. The mandala fruits were as ugly as tumors.

The violent psionic energy contained in them was released in an instant, instantly turning the prey into b.a.l.l.s of burning fireb.a.l.l.s.

Of course, the Liger warriors were definitely not weak prey waiting to be killed.

Under the roar of their leader, they brandished their swords, axes, and hammers, fearlessly pouncing toward the thickest part of the mandala tree.

A large number of vines, branches, and roots were torn off. They were like earthworms dying under the scorching sun. There were even two mandala trees that were besieged by a few experts and uprooted by the Liger warriors. For a moment, the blood of the orcs mixed with the juice spurting out of the mandala tree. It was like lava flowing everywhere, and it was also like the best nutrient for the original mother.

The Lion King, Tiger King, and Wolf King were like three tornadoes that contained the power to destroy everything, entangled together.

This round, it was the wolf king who initiated the attack.

Maybe it was the fury that increased the upper limit of his combat power. Or maybe it was the Red Mist that interfered with the Lion King and Tiger King’s totem armor, making them have to resist the temptation from the original mother while facing the Wolf King. The power of the two chiefs of the Gold clan was weakened by 30% compared to before.

They were actually suppressed by the Wolf

King.

The Wolf King even had some strength left. He glanced coldly at the left side of the original mother and snapped his fingers for the third time. He summoned a large cl.u.s.ter of branches, vines, and roots and stabbed them towards Meng Chao who was sneaking towards the original mother.

Meng Chao’s intentions were exposed.

His keen senses sensed that although “Jackal”ka.n.u.s was engaged in a fierce battle with the Lion King and the Tiger King. However, his gaze was firmly locked onto himself.

The branches, vines, and roots of the mandala tree intertwined in front of him to form an iron wall filled with spikes.

Behind the iron wall, mother original seemed to realize that all the wolves, tigers, and leopards present were unimportant. The hope potion that Meng Chao had was the most likely secret weapon to kill it.

Therefore, it did not care that the inverted V-shaped wound on its body was still burning and emitting dazzling holy light. It was also twitching crazily, causing its body to expand like a pufferfish, it expanded into a round ball.

Meng Chao knew that once he waved the skull crusher, he would tear apart the ‘iron wall’in front of him.

Next, mother origin would certainly launch its strongest attack in a manner of mutual destruction.

Even if she was sealed by the Holy Light, her opponent was still a vicious beast from the immemorial era that had nearly devoured the entire world, leaving behind a life seed.

Meng Chao didn’t want both sides to suffer heavy losses.

He could only retreat.

He retreated to the side of the ice storm, the ancient Dream Saintess, and the middle-aged leopard man who was beaten black and blue but still had an elegant demeanor.

Perhaps it was because they were mixed in with a group of Wolf Warriors, and the three of them had unusual appearances, so it was very likely that they were hiding crucial information.

Lion King and Tiger King did not ask their subordinates to throw them out like meteor hammers and fall to their deaths.

The lion and Tiger Warriors who were originally guarding them also threw themselves into the fierce battle against the mandala tree that was bolstered by the blood fog and was like a mad demon. The three of them regained their freedom.

However, they could not work together.

Ice Storm held ancient Dream Saintess in its arms and dodged the sword lights and sword shadows that whistled past their heads as well as the branches of the mandala tree sweeping across. It tried to escape to a relatively safe and peaceful place in the corner of the cave.

The middle-aged panther man, who was suspected to be her father, completely ignored her life and death. His eyes were fixed on the Wolf King, who seemed to have been reborn from the flames and was slaughtering in all directions. Every scar and swelling on his face was glowing, it was emitting an extremely respectful light toward the Wolf King.

He ignored the pain and wanted to return to the Wolf King’s side.

However, he forgot that his right foot and the ice storm’s left foot were still tied together by the same chain.

The chain was stretched straight.

Both of them fell to the ground at the same time.

“Clang!” Meng Chao cut off the chain with one slash.

Another kick kicked the middle-aged leopard man, who was suspected to be icestorm’s deadbeat father, to the ground. “What’s Going On?”

Meng Chao shouted at icestorm, “Why did you appear together with the Lion King and Tiger King? Who Is this guy? is he the person you’ve been looking for?”

Icestorm turned a deaf ear to him.

Even though she had fallen, her eyes were still fixed on mother.

Her expression was a little absent-minded, and her eyes revealed great fear.

“It’s actually true…”

Icestorm muttered, “The egg of chaos actually exists. Could it be that the Holy Light Temple is telling the truth? Could it be that Holy Light is the only salvation? Could it be that the Wizards have taken the Wrong Path?”

“Do you know about the egg of Chaos?”

Meng Chao stepped forward and pressed icestorm’s neck, injecting a gentle psionic power into her body to help her stabilize her agitated mind.

He quickly glanced at the ancient Dream Saintess in her arms and found that although the leader of the rat rebel army still had a high fever and was not in a clear state of mind, he was not fatally injured because he had been protected by icestorm in his arms, only then did he heave a sigh of relief.

The eyes of the ice storm finally became clear again.

Meng Chao’s figure appeared in her eyes once again.

Meng Chao was the same as the Wolf King. After being reborn from the flames, he had become even more powerful and gorgeous totem armor, which caused the snow leopard female warrior to be surprised.

The terrifying aura that Meng Chao released around his body was comparable to that of a battle group level powerhouse. It also stirred up wild waves in the bottom of the heart of the ice storm.

She answered subconsciously, “The egg of chaos is said to be a container that can hatch the terrifying demon king. Once it matures and the terrifying demon king breaks out of the coc.o.o.n, the entire land will fall into endless war, chaos, and disorder. It will be an eternal purgatory! “However, these are all the claims of the Holy Light Temple.

“You know, the Wizards and witches have always disdained the claims of the Holy Light Temple. They think that it is just a lie fabricated by the Holy Light Temple in order to rule the land of Holy Light.

“As a witch and a Turan, I can’t believe that my ancestors have anything to do with the egg of chaos or the terrifying demon king. After all, the ancestors of the Turan people came from outer s.p.a.ce riding on a burning fireball! “I can’t believe that the legend is true. It… It really exists..

“No, we have to destroy it, Reaper. If what the Holy Light Temple said is true and it’s really the egg of chaos, we have to destroy it. Otherwise, everyone will die and fall into an endless war and chaos that is even more terrible than death!”

“I know.”

Meng Chao said with a headache, “I’m trying to think of a way!”

“I have a way!”

Icestorm’s words were shocking. After a pause, he pointed at the middle-aged panther man that Meng Chao had firmly stepped on and his cheapskate father who did not look like a father and daughter at all. “Capture him. The Way is on him!”

As Meng Chao had expected, the middle-aged panther man named “Phil Dorsey”was indeed icestorm’s father.

“Ferdosi”in Tulan meant “Poet.”.

To be more precise, it was a poet who specialized in singing war epics and praising ancient heroes.

In the Tulan civilization, “Poet”was a very interesting profession.

Generally speaking, the Tulan people advocated valor and were used to the strong preying on the weak.

Only the strong could enjoy fine clothes and fine food under the eyes of the ma.s.ses.

The weak were only fit to curl up in a corner and lick the leftovers.

Only the “Poet”was an exception.

Even if he didn’t have the strength to tie a chicken, or even looked weak at first glance, the poet would still receive the favor of the chieftains, priests, and witch doctors, as well as the warm welcome of ordinary Orc warriors.

Whoever dared to disrespect a poet, or even hurt a poet, would definitely be attacked by a group.

This was because the spiritual and cultural life of the Tulan civilization was quite poor. The war epic that the poets sang was one of the few entertainment activities other than fighting and gambling. Moreover, the war epic that recorded the great achievements of the ancestors was almost engraved in the poets’minds.

The Tulan Orcs did not care about ancient science and technology.

But they couldn’t not care about their ancestors, how many enemies they killed in the famous battles, how many meritorious deeds they made, and how gloriously they died in battle.

Although many of the war epics were also stored in the ancient books in the family temples.

But after so many years of war, many of the ancient books were incomplete, and no one could recognize them.

If they could find out what was missing and even discover more secrets by word of mouth, why not?

Of course, the poet’s job was not that good.

He dared to call himself “Phil Dorsey”, although he did not have to walk the streets like a warrior with a domineering t.i.tle, and he would be challenged at any time.

But he had to accept the invitation from the Orc warriors at any time, and on any occasion, he could calmly sing a beautiful melody, rich in meaning, vivid, and in line with the environment and theme of the war epic.

No matter which period the audience wanted to know, which hero’s legendary story, the poets had to be eloquent and eloquent, as if they knew their family treasures.

To be able to do this, the poets would naturally receive the support of the Warriors, and even become the honored guests of the military n.o.bles.

If he were to reveal his timidity and say something wrong about the story of an ancestral spirit, it would not be as simple as being kicked out of the house. It was even possible that the descendants of the ancestral spirit would be torn to pieces in a fit of rage.