Octopus vines cover the sand dunes, and their branches, which are tens of kilometers long, are like huge pythons, coiling high and low, climbing up and down, intertwining into overlapping vine forests.
The canes are crowded with green leaves, as big as a round fan, and the soft leaves are full of juice. Orange-yellow berries hang among the branches, dotted with stars, translucent in color, and exuding bursts of sweet aroma.
Hundreds of creatures live here: multi-clawed monkeys jumping between the vines, hornet wasps flying around the berries, and dart frogs lying on the vine leaves and chirping. A slender branch slowly slid down, and it was a
The green snake stared at the moss-covered totem sand pillar with vertical pupils. From the hole in the sand pillar, a plump gerbil jumped out...
Suddenly, a hand reached out from the dense branches and leaves like lightning, pinched off the green snake's seven inches with a "click", and hung the snake body on the rattan. The hand retracted and disappeared.
Fishy blood dripped from the snake's neck, and half an hour later, it finally attracted a huge creature.
It was a scorpion leopard. Its thick soft flesh pads landed lightly on the vines, making no sound. It was a black-lead ferocious beast, located at the top of the food chain in this vine forest. It had shiny black fur, cold eyes, and a long knotted tail.
A sharp poisonous hook stood up at the end, and there was a blue cold light.
The green snake's meat is fresh and tender, and it is the favorite food of the scorpion leopard. Approaching the snake corpse, the scorpion leopard looked around with vigilance, and then pounced on it. As soon as the flesh pad landed on the rattan, it was pierced, and it oozed blood and was painful.
The scorpion leopard roared and jumped up, its tail swiping wildly.
"Crack, click, click", the scorpion's tail was like a whip, causing the surrounding rattan to sway and crack. With a "pop", the wire sheath hidden on the rattan suddenly shrank, tightly constricting the scorpion's tail. The scorpion leopard pounced back,
Dozens of points of cold light spurted out, shooting into the snow-white soft abdomen, causing blood to splash like rain.
The scorpion leopard howled miserably, lost balance, and rolled down from the rattan. However, the scorpion's tail was tied again, causing it to hang upside down. Before it could struggle, a sharp white light came from far and near, shot through the throat, and was taken out.
A pool of blood.
Until his death, Scorpion Leopard did not see the person who took action.
A rustling sound sounded, and Gordon jumped out of the vine leaves.
He looked like a little savage, with vine leaves wrapped around his forehead, arms, and thighs as a disguise. His exposed skin was covered with brown-green moss juice to mask the smell.
Gordon looked at the scorpion leopard and pulled out small inverted blades from the rattan. These thin blades were also covered with moss, hiding the cold light, and then scratched the scorpion leopard's flesh pad. In order to deal with this
Gordon had been observing the Scorpion Leopard for more than half a month and knew its habits very well, and finally achieved the assassination in one go.
Gordon placed the scorpion leopard horizontally on a thick rattan, untied the steel wire of the scorpion leopard's tail, pulled out the crossbow arrow from the scorpion leopard's throat, removed the caltrops from its abdomen, and then used a dagger to cut a long slit in the scorpion leopard's belly.
Crack, one end went in.
He took off his clothes as quickly as possible, and the blood-soaked cavity wrapped tightly around his whole body. A large amount of leopard blood penetrated the skin and was absorbed by the totem blood vessels on its own.
In order to keep his source of power pure, Gordon no longer takes the blood of ferocious beasts, and even the herbs that boost his source of power are avoided as much as possible.
The totem blood vessels expanded and contracted one after another, and the blood seemed to be continuously widening the river channel, making the blood vessels smoother and more flexible. The blood vessels were also constantly purifying the leopard blood, absorbing the essence, expelling the dregs, and traces of mist of blood overflowed from Gordon's body surface.
This is the method that Gordon has figured out for many days to improve the blood vessels of the totem. The effect is pretty good, but unfortunately, that ray of pure and primitive power remains indifferent and seems to be dismissive.
While absorbing the leopard's blood, he held the dagger tightly and listened to the surroundings. This was usually the most dangerous time, but he had set up thirteen traps and twenty-six warnings nearby. If the beast approached, he would definitely notice it.
After 300 heartbeats, Gordon put on his clothes and jumped out of the leopard corpse. The time he gave himself was always 300 heartbeats. Once it expired, he would not hesitate even if the beast's blood was not completely sucked.
His father warned him that many masters eventually died of their own greed.
Gordon quickly removed the claws and tail of the Scorpion Leopard, buried them in the ground, and marked them so that they could be exchanged for blood points on the return trip. Then, he took out the Scorpion Leopard's heart and chewed it raw in his mouth to replenish his energy.
After packing up everything, Gordon walked straight through the vine forest and walked towards the depths where the vegetation was denser. The octopus vine forest was adjacent to the altar and was the entrance to the totem jungle. The reason why he stayed for more than a month was just to familiarize himself with the environment and avoid risking his life if he entered.
Along the way, he went fast and slow, and his toes fell silently on the thick moss and piled vine leaves. However, there were too many branches of vines wrapped around him, and it was inevitable that he would touch them and make a slight sound.
Gordon walked for a while and rested for a while, checking the footprints and urine of wild beasts from time to time. When he was about to walk out of the octopus vine forest, he suddenly squatted down and stared at a few crushed dry vine leaves.
They were human footprints, shallow and small. Gordon quickly found the marks scratched by the dagger on the nearby vines, as well as a few drops of blood splashed on the vine leaves. He stretched out his tongue and licked the blood.
The fishy smell was obviously left by the ferocious beast. The blood stains were black and clotted, indicating that this person killed the ferocious beast at least a week ago.
I wonder what number it is? A trace of cold murderous intent flashed in Gordon's eyes. Following the remaining traces, he swooped in the direction in which this person left.
The ferocious beasts and bloody spots are not his real targets. Those young assassins who integrate ferocious beast totems and will pose a threat to their families in the future are the prey.
Along the way, Gao Landing continued to see peeled berry skins, broken vine leaves, the bones of ferocious beasts, and vines full of holes for hidden weapons... Once, he even saw the embers of a fire, which were clearly that
A young man couldn't stand raw food and the traces left by the fire.
He gradually sketched out the appearance of the other party in his mind: He was about 1.5 meters tall and weighed about 90 kilograms. He should be a male. His personality was not tough enough and he liked to take chances. The weapons were mainly long daggers and hidden weapons, and ferocious beasts.
There is a bare spot on the remaining fur, as if it has been corroded, and the opponent's source of power is probably "rot".
"No. 29." Gordon muttered to himself. No. 29 weighs about eighty kilograms. This means that the weight of the opponent's weapons and equipment is ten kilograms. No. 29 is likely to be wearing defensive inner armor. When assassinating, his heart no longer
It's critical.
Not long after, Gordon discovered a pile of human feces. He reached out and touched it. The feces was warm and moist. It should have been left within an hour.
Gordon began to walk sideways, clinging to the thick vines, twisting and turning like poisonous snakes. In front of him was a rolling mushroom jungle: the pagoda mushroom was hundreds of meters high, the poisonous agaric mushroom was as big as a square, the pearl mushroom was shining brightly, and the magic face mushroom was
With just the slightest touch, the brightly colored caps will shake and spit out highly toxic spores.
He snaked slowly, looking back and forth, and finally found No. 29 on a pagoda mushroom in the distance.
The pagoda mushroom grew not long ago. It was about ten meters tall and had a thick cap. No. 29 was sitting on the cap, so he could catch what was going on nearby.
With the range of the crossbow, Gordon still had to move forward at least thirty meters, but that was already within No. 29's line of sight. He patrolled around, looking for a bunker from which he could approach the opponent.
Suddenly, Gordon's calf became slightly numb. He glanced down and saw a dark red screaming leech stung his leg.