Chapter 162: Brother Go
It’d better not appear in front of Lin Qi again!
The Lizardmen discovered a Slaanesh emblem in the colony. After destroying the Chaos Mark, Lynch went straight through the ruins and returned to the Pahualasha Rainforest.
The Archmage once again divined the location of the Water God's Engine, and to his surprise, it was no longer fleeing northward at an extraordinary speed.
The lost sacred object of the Pure Water Temple is getting closer and closer to Lynch. After walking for a few more days, Lynch will be able to catch up with the sacred object.
There are more traces of rodents in the jungle, and occasionally you can see statues of gods made of feces and stones.
Maybe there is a greenskin tribe wandering in the jungle. This is normal. Outside the temple city, the areas are either occupied by ratmen or divided up by greenskins.
Undead, greenskins, ratmen, and the forces of chaos are common visitors to the rainforest.
Normal adventure teams would often encounter these entrenched darkness first, and would only encounter the cold-blooded species when approaching the vicinity of the temple city.
Fortunately, without enough confidence, those secret spies did not dare to attack Lynch's team casually.
This is also the reason why the journey was smooth.
In fact, when Lynch set out from the southern outpost, he was prepared to fight with the greenskins of ratmen every day, but in the end he only encountered a few big demons.
The rainforest has never been a safe place, and countless Thoros regiments can only ensure that the darkness will not spread to the temple city.
The weak are not worthy of surviving in Lustria, which is why the Horned Beast Tribe is rare in Lustria.
Only those beast kings with outstanding achievements would gather their armies and cautiously invade the rain forest in an attempt to desecrate the ancient saint's monument.
And in the Old World, horned beasts are far more numerous than humans.
Because mortals affected by the power of Chaos can easily give birth to offspring with hooves.
The forces of Chaos are everywhere, which means that horned beasts are among the mortals.
Before sunset, Lynch successfully walked out of the southern section of the Maku Peaks. Between the north and south of the Maku Peaks is a vast rain forest with many ruins located in it.
In order to prevent the ratmen from attacking the hot-blooded people on the road at night, Lynch set up camp again.
With the help of the mage's magic, stationing is always simple and convenient.
It would be difficult to meet friendly people on the road afterwards, and Lynch could only get enough help when he got close to Hesiota.
As for Paphakos?
The Serpent God Army is stationed in Taranksla, which means that Pahkos only has a small number of cold-blooded garrisons and cold-blooded treasure hunting teams.
They can only protect themselves.
Due to the special terrain of the Isthmus of Lustria and the remains of a large number of elven colonies.
Next, you should encounter many passionate people who try to build colonies on the ruins.
As far as Lynch knows, in the racial fan-shaped diagram of the residents of the Pahualasha Rainforest, greenskins and ratmen each account for more than half, and explorers and cold-blooded people divide the rest.
Originally, there should have been a place for the Duruchi in this rainforest, but the previous cleansing severely depleted the number of Duruchi.
"No! No! Big Horned Brother Gao doesn't need that. You don't need to provoke the lizard thing!"
Chuan Kui Luo screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to call back the greenskin warrior whose mind was only filled with muscles.
Obviously, as an "orc shaman", it did not have such a big face. Instead, it almost got beaten into a meat pie by the other party because of disturbing the greenskin warrior.
"waagh!"
The orc warlord's loud roar echoed for miles through the rain forest.
The green-skinned orcs who were sharing the corpses of the human adventurers stopped their actions one after another. Tens of thousands of green-skinned orcs, covered in dazzling green light, patted their chests excitedly, responding to the boss' call.
"waagh!"
The orcs' roars rose one after another, forming a continuous sound.
The "waagh" of all the orcs finally gathered into an unstoppable torrent. Chuan Kui Luo trembled as he watched the "waagh" energy condensed in the air.
In its second vision, a green tide of energy completely took over the air, drowning out the eight winds of magic.
In this context, the Grey Seer who has not integrated into the "waagh" becomes extremely conspicuous.
A mountain-like outline vaguely appeared in the green tide. He stepped on the ground, with dark clouds above his head. He wielded a rough club and looked bloodthirstily towards the camp in the south.
Chuan Kui Luo took out all the dimensional stones without hesitation and opened the portal regardless of the consumption.
No matter how much you feel sorry for these stones, they will definitely die! The Gray Prophet without magic might just die in the rain forest, but it is better than facing certain death here.
"waagh!"
All the orcs were staring at the figure in the middle of the green tide. They wrestled with each other agitatedly, and from time to time a big one would casually beat a passing goblin to death.
The battle patterns on Gel Big Muscle's body were brighter than ever before. Thunder rumbled in the clouds, but no lightning appeared.
All the orc shamans looked as if they had lost their souls, staring blankly at the sky.
Gradually, blood began to flow from the ears and noses of all the shamans, and then their eyes also began to bleed.
Loud explosions rang out in the green tide, and the greenskins watched in amazement as the shaman was blown into pieces.
The orc boy who was close by subconsciously went up and poked it, then stroked his head in confusion.
A green lightning bolt tore through the night sky and struck Gel the Big Muscle fiercely.
The green-skinned boys were hurt by the sudden green light and covered their eyes together.
Of course, all the greenskins saw through the huge gaps between his fingers, the boss with increasingly complicated battle patterns on his body in the green light.
A fever of enthusiasm began to spread, breathing new life into the waagh.
A louder "waagh" shook the dense forest.
The orc warrior raised his stone hammer and pointed it far to the south, where was the champion he wanted to challenge. This time he would fight with the scaly creature for three days and three nights.
"Those greenskins have spotted us! Slaanesh! They're coming!"
Master Roger Houting used his arms that turned into tentacles to slap the shouting believers to death.
They were supposed to sneak through this jungle and eventually return to Reaver Harbor.
Those believers who are willing to serve as bait will remain in the jungle forever.
But he seemed unable to please the Dark Prince, the accident came so unexpectedly.
There was no chance to leave, as the green tide blocked the way north.
Even if Rogge managed to survive, he would be intercepted by the pursuers who would react quickly.
He cannot throw away the bone sword in the silver box. Rogge only obtained this artifact. If he cannot bring it back to the old world, the Son of God will skin him alive!
Roger couldn't help but imagine the scene of him being skinned and torn apart, and he moaned with pleasure.
The Slaanesh Champion was horrified, and he felt the pleasure of blasphemy again.
He wanted to pray to Sigmar, he chanted Sigmar's holy name without hindrance, but of course, he was spurned by the god.
Rogge wanted to give up his mission, but the mark left by the Son of God on the back of his eye drove his body, making it impossible for him to disobey the Son of God's will.
A believer suddenly started coughing, and Rogge swung out the scorpion claws on his right arm without hesitation, ending her life.
The purple roses all moved away from the corpse, which was a stress response left by the painful lesson.
Damn the Withering Cult! (End of this chapter)
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