Bloody anger!

Since birth, it has never been so terrifyingly injured. In the pain, the chameleon made a heart-wrenching and tragic hiss! The tendon on its tongue has been completely cut off by Feng Ge, and it cannot be rolled back into its mouth as before. It can only hang out of its mouth like two pieces of flesh bugs, and it continues to spew out a small stream of blood, looking extremely miserable!

The severe pain made the chameleon twitch in place for more than ten seconds before it stabilized its body. The eyes of Feng Ge's eyes contained a strong fear! It could not understand it in its simple heart:

I have eaten thousands of these insects and have never been resisted. Why is the combat power of this one in front of me hundreds of times that of other insects?!

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. This is how the life of the monster is. The chameleon dares not attack Feng Bei anymore. Even if Feng Bei is in front of its face, it dares not try. Its courage has been scared. It just wants to be as far away as possible from this strange bug, and it is best not to meet again in this life!

Thinking of this, the chameleon turned around without hesitation, activated his maximum horsepower, used his strength to feed his breasts (although it had never eaten milk), and ran towards the opposite direction of Fengle with a super fast speed of six meters per minute!

The wind is sad: "..."

Well, there is no way. In order to play the tongue, the chameleon specializes the muscle structure and concentrates all its strength in the mouth. The other parts of the body are very weak (lei, second tone, if you are wrong for many years, please raise your claws). Even if you are frightened, even at the critical moment of life and death, you can only run ten centimeters per second...

While the chameleon turned around and ran away, Feng Se, who was holding a big sword and holding a majestic posture, suddenly became relaxed and the whole insect lay softly on the ground!

Not only was the action just now exhausted his strength, but what was even more terrifying was the huge mental pressure!

Instead of retreating, two swords are used together, and the two skills are linked together. If any one makes a mistake, Feng Le has already entered the chameleon's belly at this time, becoming a piece of new shit to warn future generations;

Even if he did not make any mistakes, if the Chameleon did not follow the script, or did not react and did not stick out his tongue at Feng Le in the air, then his most powerful knife would be equivalent to slashing loneliness! In that case, Feng Le, who lost all his skills and was only five centimeters away from the Chameleon, can be said to be dead!

Fortunately, this worst case did not happen.

Watching the chameleon gradually fade away, Feng Ze supported his body with difficulty, trying to get up from the ground, chase after him, and completely kill the chameleon.

This is not because I am afraid that the chameleon will have threats and want to finish the attack, but because I really want to do it for its own good.

This sentence sounds awkward, and it is better to kill it. The sentence structure is just like "Although they die, they have gained freedom."

But this is the optimal solution. In the match just now, the chameleon's tongue has been completely destroyed and has lost its only predation tool. Next, it will no longer be able to eat any food. It will only weaken at an extremely fast speed. After reaching a certain critical point, it will lose its ability to move, and then let all kinds of bugs crawl over its body, biting it bit by biting it, allowing it to endure more terrible pain than being cut into pieces before it dies.

In the wilderness, death on the spot is not scary. Serious injuries in the battle are the real tragedy, because you will almost inevitably face the ending of being eaten alive!

The culprit of this result is Feng Sei, but this is just a helpless battle of survival. The chameleon is bound to die. The only thing he can do is to let it die more quickly and not be so painful.

Unfortunately, Feng Bei didn't have any strength at all, and even stood swaying, and could not complete the task of finishing the chameleon. He could only watch the other party take small steps, slowly crawling into the grass, and his body gradually changed from earth-brown to green, disappearing from his vision.

Sighing helplessly, Feng Bei knew that he had lost the opportunity to "spend" the chameleon and would never find it again. This was determined by the inherent defect of his body. The mantis' eyes have a wide perspective and a large field of view, but compared to the human eyes, its "resolution" is very low and it cannot see too many details. In short, it is a mosaic that looks full of everything. He lives in the world of cavalry all his life and will never appreciate the beauty of infantry.

It is precisely because the imaging is not clear enough that Feng Bei tried hard to widen his eyes, but he could not find the disguised chameleon. In fact, the crude disguise that many people can see is perfect in the eyes of insects. This is also the fundamental reason why mimicry monsters are popular in the wilderness.

After resting for a while, Feng Bei finally had some strength. He walked back to his "baggage" in a few steps and gnawed several fresh livers. His spirit suddenly became excited!

After searching, the "Mantis Holy Land" in his mind was very close to this place. Feng Ge looked at the sun as it was a little west, and the temperature was no longer too high. He thought that more than a dozen comrades in the church were tortured by demonic energy, so he no longer delayed. He simply packed up his luggage and set off again.

Feng Bei knew that no more things would happen on the road ahead. This is a very reasonable inference. The system mission was to let him save the Mantis tribe. If there were anything near the holy land that could threaten him, those mantis would have died long ago, and there would be no way to save it.

However, Feng Bei did not notice. Just as he turned around and left, a small transparent dot suddenly lit up in the middle of the stone where the chameleon was lying on his side, like the eyes of a living creature, with a strange light flashing inside.

………I am a long-lost dividing line (Do you miss me? Shy ing~~)……………

The extreme southern territory of the mainland, the magic city, the 14th district, the Institute of Warcraft.

In recent years, the mutations of monsters have become more and more frequent, which has had a great impact on the normal production and life of humans. As the magic city with the highest peak of human magic technology, a large amount of funds and resources have been allocated to the Warcraft Research Institute, which has been on the bench all year round, for research, analysis, and response to this situation.

Even in order to show his importance to this matter, the highest commander of the Magic City, the three-type Dharma Saint, and the elemental controller "Alice", all personally served as the leader of the "Deepening the Research Leading Group on the Causes of Warcraft Mutations".

Of course, this is an external statement.

As the director of the Warcraft Research Institute and also the deputy leader of the "Deepening (Omitted) Group", Skeen knew that these Warcraft were not natural mutations at all, but the result of a huge and strange cult organization operating in secret.

This cult is extremely powerful and is the mortal enemy of the Holy Light. When it was the most powerful, it was once a situation of obedience to the church, which was a thousand-year-old religion. Later, it was destroyed for some reason and was slowly forgotten in the long river of history.

Faced with enemies of this level, although the magic city represents the highest magic technology level in the mainland, it has been too short and has insufficient foundation, so it is still very difficult to deal with it. The "Deepening (Omitted) Group" has been established for several years and has not achieved any exciting results.

What is the Holy Light Church doing? It’s actually an internal fight at this time. Let’s take care of your old rivals first!

After a few words in his heart, Skeen put his arm on the table, rubbed his brows, and sighed deeply:

Don’t think about these things, do your own thing first. At the last meeting, Lord Alice’s face was already ugly. If there was no breakthrough this month, I’m afraid my strength would not be able to continue!

Just as Skeen was frowning, a "dongdongdongdong" knock sounded. After he responded, the head of the observation department of the institute walked in with a young researcher.

He placed a "recording magic crystal" on his desk and whispered:
Chapter completed!