Chapter 860 859. Hello, Gnoll, welcome to Transia (crossed out). Welcome to Catachan!
"Deadly plants currently found multiplying in the foul swamp include, but are not limited to, bloodthirsty roots, gluttonous flowers, spiky lichens, lava grass, twining water vines, feral roots, piranhas, and the most dangerous primitive thorn beasts.
By the way, are you sure that the thorn beast is a plant?"
In the headquarters of the Maginot Line of Defense, the tribune who was the commander of this line of defense looked at the inspection report submitted by the Big Bird Group with an incredible look of pain in his balls.
Kudel stared at the exaggerated descriptions of various new plants in this report. He was well-informed and couldn't help but ask:
"During the Fourth Black Disaster, I fought side by side with the Red Knights of Avalon, and I did see them summoning war thorn beasts. I always thought it was a summoned beast that looked like a plant. It was so terrifying.
Things really grow out of the ground?"
"Well, the growth process of the thorn beast does not rely on photosynthesis, but comes from the vitality in the blood of the enemy, Lord Tribune."
Brother Miao Miao felt that as the only red knight in this era, he had the obligation to educate others about the characteristics of this unique plant, the thorn beast, but when he was about to start the lecture, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to know much about this kind of thing.
It’s limited to the legend about the thorn beast in old Eugene’s book.
These superficial information obviously couldn't fool a hundred-year-old vampire, so he changed the subject very smoothly and said:
"Don't just look at the plants, there are many dangerous animals appearing in the swamp. Compared to the slow-moving carnivorous plants, these 'new guests' coming and going in the swamp are the troubles I think we should pay more attention to.
At least for us, it's the blessing of the God of Nature that the carnivorous plants won't attack the Transians, but the animals are so hungry that they won't care."
"Um, okay."
Kudel continued to read the report.
On the next page, Big Bird Group explains in detail the animal communities currently born in the filthy swamp. Just by looking at the names, you know that these things are definitely not easy to mess with:
"Blood wasp, spine-drilling leech, filth fly, dead wood scorpion, explosive toad, flying snake. Wait, does flying snake refer to a snake that can fly?"
The tribune felt that he had really seen the world today. He looked at Brother Miao Miao and said:
"I heard that there is this kind of snake in the elven forest of Antani?"
"Yes, they are flying snakes native to the elven forest, but according to the investigation of the druids in our team, the venom of the flying snakes that appear in the filthy swamp is more than five times that of their counterparts in the elven forest.
Once bitten, a person below the silver level will die within thirty heartbeats at most.
It’s basically a black mamba with gliding wings and jungle camouflage. The worst part is that the number of flying snakes is increasing rapidly in the swamp.”
Brother Miao Miao replied with a painful look on his face:
"Based on their survival pattern of not being very picky about their habitat, it is estimated that they will be close to Wolfsburg in a week or two.
In addition to these small creatures, other species in the swamp have also received Avalon's blessing of war. Common swamp tigers are rapidly becoming elites, and vampire bats that were originally useless have also learned to create shadow illusions.
In addition, for unknown reasons, the leaves of low trees in the swamp that were originally harmless are now poisonous.
Three or five shieldmen in my team were accidentally scratched by a blade, and are still receiving detoxification treatment from the Druid at Wolfsburg.
That thing seems to be some kind of plant neurotoxin, which takes effect very quickly. Sanwu Dou is already a Silver Shielder, but he was made to suffer from vomiting and diarrhea. I think even a jackal will definitely be paralyzed."
"so serious?"
The tribune's expression became serious, he put down his report and said:
"I have issued a prohibition order on the defense line and do not allow non-combatants to enter the Filthy Swamp, but from your report, I feel that the changes in the Filthy Swamp seem to be more dangerous than I thought?
Is it currently certain that this change is related to Avalon?"
"Well, the small holy place established by the church in the swamp has not been invaded by the surrounding demons and monsters. Those dangerous things are consciously avoiding the seat of Avalon. This is enough to prove their mutations and the gift of the God of Nature.
Bliss has an irrefutable connection.
According to the druids, Avalon seems to want to establish a second ancestral forest in the Foul Swamp.
But the war blessing He gave this time was obviously a bit too much. The wave of God’s hands directly caused the ecology of the swamp to change, and even many extinct creatures reappeared in the swamp.”
Brother Miao Miao explained seriously:
"Those creatures are very aggressive, and even plants are generally carnivorous in nature. It can be said that the current filthy swamp is gradually turning into a restricted area for life, but we guess that such changes should be temporary until the new food chain is established in the swamp.
After stabilization, we will eliminate those weaklings who are not suitable for this environment. In the end, the swamp environment will not be as extreme as it is now, but we must be prepared to say goodbye to the filthy swamp of the past.
This unsettling change is still going on, and even the druids can't tell what the Foul Swamp will eventually become, but considering that this is Avalon's blessing, the purpose is to help us resist the Black Disaster, so these
The first target of dangerous creatures is definitely the gnoll.
This was not a bad thing for the defense of the Maginot Line.
At least until the gnolls defeated this swamp, we didn't need to worry about being directly attacked by those bastards, but when we left the swamp, the druid in the team said that she felt that the will of nature had been born in the swamp.
Therefore, my suggestion is that if we want to conduct a swamp battle, we should let the Avalon believers be the main force and try to avoid disturbing the will of the swamp so as not to provoke its counterattack."
Kudel nodded and said:
"But the number of Avalon believers is not large. Can we gain an advantage in the swamp battle just by relying on you?"
"Of course! Tribune."
Brother Miao Miao said confidently:
"Now the entire swamp is our ally. The stupid gnolls thought that the swamp was their advantageous terrain, but when they actually step here, they will know that this will become their green grave!
But our Big Bird Group will soon follow Lord Paying to kill gods, so it would be more appropriate for you to entrust the next matter to Ms. Natalie."
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At the other end of the filthy swamp, a group of two hundred Jackals and Warg Cavalry from Baphomet Canyon were stepping into the swamp under the leadership of Warlord Colt.
This vanguard belongs to the Bloodscar clan. During the just-concluded "Shadow Valley Cleansing", the Lord Chosen was judged to be loyal to the Lord of Hunting, and therefore received the honor of becoming a vanguard.
Warlord Colt was originally just a barbarian leader. His immediate boss was thrown into the underground palace of Baphomet, where the current battle was becoming increasingly cruel, because of his "disloyalty" to serve the gods. As a result, he was picked up by this short-tailed jackal.
A leak.
These gnolls are fast-moving hunters and assassins. This configuration obviously does not allow them to attack the Transians head-on, but to collect battlefield intelligence on the filthy swamp for the following army.
The entire war in the Desolate Mountains proved that the Transians would not be able to give up even an inch of land to the gnolls, so Hugersen had enough reason to believe that a fierce battle was waiting for them in the Filthy Swamp.
This is the responsibility of the gnolls commanded by Colt. They must find out what is in the filthy swamp for their governor?
"Well, a swamp, a comfortable humidity, a satisfying quagmire, and a nostalgic coolness."
Colt, the new warlord riding on the warg, was in a good mood. Like other gnolls, he liked the shady environment of the swamp, so he and his soldiers instinctively relaxed their vigilance after entering here.
This is normal.
Any living being will be very relaxed in its own comfort zone, but then the unexpected happens.
Less than two minutes after Warlord Colt finished praising the swamp environment and dispersed his two hundred men to find a camp, the first unexpected attrition occurred.
"What? Dragged into the mud by vines in the swamp and drowned?"
The short-tailed warlord was dumbfounded as he listened to the unhappy-looking hunter captain in front of him reporting the death of his team members. He felt incredible, and then cursed:
"Have our powerful blood-scar hunters fallen so low that they can't even spot the vines on the road? Are you guys cerebellums that haven't developed well, or are you like cubs who can't even walk without their mother to take care of them? How dare you say that you are...
Good hunter?
If you don’t need your eyes, just pluck them out and give them to those in need, okay?
Such a casual death does not honor our Lord of the Hunt!
Damn it!
Can you be careful?"
"Ah, yes, yes, you are right, we were all careless."
The Sima-faced Jackal hunting captain replied bluntly, not even in the mood to explain the strange situation just now.
It left with the hunting bone bow on its back, mentally cursing Colt for being a lucky fool.
Even in terms of seniority, this vanguard warlord is not the turn of this bastard barbarian who only thinks about muscles. He only got the position of warlord simply because he knew how to lick and made old warlord Hass feel comfortable when he licked him.
Pooh!
What a disgrace to the heroic Gnolls.
But the experienced hunting captain had actually noticed that something was wrong.
It knew that although the hunters under its command were not as powerful as the hunters of the Whiptail clan, they were definitely not unable to detect the vines under their feet, and the shameful death method of being dragged into the quagmire and drowned was enough to show that the vines had
Aggressive.
Its power is so great that even an adult gnoll cannot break free if it is entangled.
With such vigilance, the hunting captain led the idiot warlord to his team without saying a word. As soon as he came over, he saw three of his team members lying beside the mire, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
Their bodies were swollen to the point where they looked like corpses that had been dead for several days. Even the hair on their bodies began to fall off, and large blood spots appeared on their skin.
That gesture was terrifying.
The hunting captain and warlord Colt were both shocked.
This is obviously poisoning!
The captain pulled the nervous and suspicious hunter next to him and asked him. Only then did he find out that he had been accidentally stung by a bee when he was picking up corpses by the water.
"Damn! Whose bee can sting like this?"
The warlord became angry, waved his whip and cursed:
"You must be lying."
"Shut up!"
The hunting captain couldn't stand listening anymore and scolded the warlord to quiet down.
It made a silent movement and then raised its ears to listen left and right. Soon, buzzing sounds came from the swamp forest. The old jackal's face became solemn and he immediately led the people to retreat.
As a result, during the retreat, a heavy-footed barbarian soldier accidentally stepped on an anti-infantry mine that some cute kid had casually planted by the water.
With a loud bang, the guy was blown to pieces, causing flesh and blood to fly everywhere.
As soon as the pungent blood spread out, weird snake-like vines were attracted and emerged from the mud. Among the mud spots flying in the sky, the two hunters who couldn't dodge were strangled by their necks and whizzed away like they were jumping off a building.
With a loud sound it was pulled into the air.
These shocking changes occurred in a matter of seconds, so fast that the hunting captain and Warlord Colt did not even react. The team had already lost more than five people. What was even worse was that the owner of the buzzing sound had already appeared.
body shape.
Large swarms of bloody bees are rushing out of the forest. Each of the "bees" is about the size of a thumb. They look so scary and wolf-like. Their goals are also very clear. They are the jackals who have disturbed the peace by the water.
people.
"Jump down! Quick!"
The rude barbarian warlord Colt showed a rare decisiveness.
It grabbed the hunting captain and a jackal beside it and rushed towards the filthy pool in front of it, burying its head to block the swarm of bees that were not easy to mess with at first sight. Others who did not react quickly enough tried to escape, but
Soon there were shrill screams from the water.
The three lucky jackals stayed in the water for a few minutes before quietly poking their heads out.
Several other gnolls in the team had fallen dead by the pool ahead. Their deaths were as miserable as encountering piranhas. They were swept away by the bloody swarm, leaving only the desolate skeletons hanging with residual flesh.
What's even more terrifying is that the inconspicuous gray lichen on the water's edge also began to absorb blood under the stimulation of blood, and soon "swelled" like sea urchins covered with spikes.
The hunting captain climbed ashore from the other side of the pool, picked up a stone and threw it at it. The moment it came into contact with the spiky lichen, the black and red thorns shot out in all directions, even nailing into the stone next to it.
This scene made the three surviving gnolls look at each other, and even the stupidest Colt realized that there was something wrong with this swamp.
"Go around here, gather the people, and then we exit along the way we came."
The experienced hunting captain no longer cared about complaining that Colt was a loser. He looked around warily and whispered to Colt.
The barbarian warlord stopped showing his temper and took out the horn from his waist, ready to blow it to assemble his subordinates. However, when he glanced to the side, he saw the third jackal who had just been rescued scratching his head in discomfort.
Holding the back.
"What's wrong with you?"
The warlord asked angrily, and the jackal hunter said hoarsely:
"I don't know. There seems to be something lying on my back in the water. It hurts a little. Hiss! Ah, help me grab it! It's drilling into my body."
The hunter let out a cry of pain, turned around tremblingly, and then shocked the hunting captain and Commander Colt. On the hunter's back, on the spine, a big gray leech was lying on his skin.
It drilled into the spine, but the hunter said he could only feel a slight pain.
Damn it!
This is already a fatal injury, why can you only feel slight pain?
wrong!
has a problem.
The captain and the warlord immediately retreated. They clenched their weapons and looked nervously at the jackal hunter who was swinging his body more and more in front of them. After a few seconds, the guy stopped shaking, then turned around, with a look on his face.
His expression has become dull, his eyes are dull, and his body seems to be controlled by something.
"devil!"
The hunting captain cursed and pulled out the bone knife, and before the jackal controlled by the spine-drilling leech attacked, he chopped off the guy's head. The body fell to the ground, and the fat leech jumped out of the spine full of blood and wanted to run away.
, and then was stoned to death by Commander Colt.
The warlord let out a heavy breathing sound.
Beside this small pool, it and the surviving hunting captain looked at each other in silence. The two jackal hunters who had been hoisted to a high place by the vines were also thrown down and were smashed into the pool, but the two men had already been
All the body fluids were sucked away, leaving only shriveled corpses.
A team of twelve hunters, plus thirteen warlords, now only two of them were left, and it was less than thirty minutes before they entered the filthy swamp.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Commander Colt blew the rallying horn.
But apart from the sound echoing in the swamp forest, there was no response for a long time.
"Others are probably in trouble as well."
The hunting captain sighed and said:
"Let's get out of here and report the news to the Grand Overseer. This swamp is like a green hell."
"This isn't right."
Colt tightened his grip on the horn and said:
"If this is the case in the Foul Swamp, how did those Transians get across here to fight us in Blackfire Pass and Desolate Mountain?
Something is wrong here!
It certainly wasn't like this before!
Maybe it's because those damn Transians used some evil magic, that's for sure! Those guys are afraid of our army, and they turned their swamps into monsters. Wait, you seemed to have stepped on something just now
Something!
Can you be more careful? Damn it! Can you be more professional?"
"Oh, it's just an ordinary toad, nothing serious? Why is it glowing?"
"boom"
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