Blood rage!

Since birth, it has never been injured in such a terrible way, and the chameleon let out a heart-rending hiss under the pain! The tendons on its tongue have been completely severed by Feng Bei, and it can't be rolled back into its mouth like the original, it can only hang out of its mouth in tatters like two meat worms, and it keeps spewing out small streams of blood, which looks very miserable!

The intense pain made the chameleon twitch frantically in place for more than ten seconds before it could stabilize its body, and its eyes towards Feng Bei already contained strong fear!

I have eaten thousands of these insects, and I 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 don't understand, don't think about it, the days of Warcraft are like this, the chameleon doesn't dare to attack Feng Bei again, even if Feng Bei is in front of its face, it doesn't dare to try, its courage has been frightened, it just wants to get as far away from this strange insect as possible, it's best not to see each other again in this life and this life!

Thinking of this, the chameleon turned around without hesitation, drove his maximum horsepower, exerted his strength to feed (although it had never fed), and fled in the opposite direction of Feng Sad with a super speed of six meters per minute!

Feng Bei: "......"

Well, there is no way, the chameleon specializes in the muscle structure in order to flick the tongue speed, and concentrates all the power in the mouth, and the rest of the body is very weak (lei, two sounds, please raise the claws if you mispronounce it all the year round), even if it is frightened, even if it is a matter of life and death, it can only run ten centimeters per second......

At the same time that the chameleon turned to run away, Feng Bei, who had maintained a mighty posture with a big knife, suddenly relaxed, and the whole worm lay on the ground softly!

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

There are three actions of not retreating but advancing, double swords out, and double skill linkage, but whenever one of them goes wrong, Feng Bei has already entered the chameleon's stomach at this time, becoming a new piece of to warn future generations;

Even if he didn't make a mistake, if the chameleon didn't follow the script, or didn't react, and didn't stick out his tongue at all to the wind sorrow in mid-air, then his most powerful knife would be equivalent to cutting a loneliness! In that case, if he lost all his skills and was only five centimeters away from the chameleon, it could be said that he would definitely die!

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario didn't happen.

Seeing the chameleon's back gradually disappearing, Feng Grief struggled to support his body, wanting to get up from the ground, chase after him, and kill the chameleon completely.

It's not that I'm afraid that the chameleon will still be threatened, and I want to make up for it, but it's really for its good.

This sentence is very awkward to say, it is better to kill it, and the sentence structure is simply a fight with "Although they are dead, they are free".

But this is the best solution, in the battle just now, the chameleon's tongue has been completely destroyed, lost its only predator, and then it will no longer be able to eat any food, it will only weaken at a very fast speed, after reaching a certain critical point, it will lose its ability to move, and then let all kinds of insects crawl all over its body, tearing it little by little, so that before it dies, it will endure more terrible pain than a thousand cuts.

In the wilderness, it is not terrible to die on the spot, but it is really tragic to be seriously injured in battle, because it is almost inevitable to face the end of being eaten alive!

The culprit for this result is Feng Sad, but this is just a helpless battle for survival, the chameleon is already certain to die, the only thing he can do is to let it die happily, not so painful.

It's a pity that Feng Bei doesn't have any strength in his body now, and he can't even stand on his feet, and he can't complete the task of mending the chameleon's knife at all, so he can only watch the other party take small steps, slowly and slowly burrow into the grass, and his body gradually turns from earthy brown to turquoise, disappearing from his field of vision.

Sighing helplessly, Feng Bei knew that he had lost the opportunity to "exceed" the chameleon, and it would be impossible to find it in the future. This is determined by the inherent defects of his body, the eyes of the praying mantis have a wide angle of view and a large range of vision, but compared to the human eye, its "resolution" is very low, and it is impossible to see too many details, in short, it is a mosaic full of everything, and he has lived in the world of cavalry all his life, and he will never be able to appreciate the beauty of infantry.

It is precisely because the imaging is not clear enough that no matter how hard Feng Bei tried to widen his eyes before, he couldn't find the camouflaged chameleon, in fact, the crude camouflage that many people can see with their eyes is proper and seamless in the eyes of insects, which is also the fundamental reason why mimic Warcraft is popular in the wilderness.

After resting for a while, Feng Bei finally had some strength, walked back to his "luggage" in a few steps, and nibbled on a few mouthfuls of fresh liver, and his spirit suddenly lifted!

After searching for it, the "Praying Mantis Holy Land" in his mind was already very close to here, Feng Bei looked at the sun was already a little westerly, and the temperature was no longer unbearable, thinking that there were more than a dozen comrades-in-arms in the church who were being tortured by demonic energy, he didn't delay any longer, simply packed his bags, and set off again.

Feng Bei knew that on the next road, nothing would happen. This is a very reasonable inference, the task of the system is to let him save the mantis tribe, if there is something near the holy land that can threaten a super mantis like him, those mantis will be dead a long time ago, and there will be no way to save it.

However, Feng Bei didn't notice it, and just as he turned to leave, a small transparent dot suddenly lit up in the middle of the stone where the chameleon was lying before, like the eyes of a living creature, and there was a strange light shining in it.

............ I'm the dividing line that I haven't seen for a long time (miss me?shy ing~~)............

The extreme south of the continent, the magic city, District 14, the Warcraft Research Institute.

In recent years, the mutation of Warcraft has become more and more frequent, which has had a great impact on the normal production and life of human beings. 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 sits on the cold bench all year round, to study, analyze, and deal with this situation.

Even in order to show the importance of this matter, Lord "Alice", the supreme governor of the magic city, the three-line magic saint, and the master of the elements, personally served as the leader of the "Leading Group for Deepening Research on the Causes of Warcraft Mutations".

Of course, this is an external statement.

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

This cult has a very large origin, it is the sworn enemy of the Holy Light, and when it was at its most powerful, it was in a five-to-five situation with the thousand-year-old religion of obedience to the church, and then it was destroyed for some reason and slowly forgotten in the long river of history.

In the face of enemies of this level, although the magic city represents the highest level of magic technology in the continent, after all, the rise time is too short and the foundation is insufficient, so it is still very difficult to deal with. It has been several years since the establishment of the "Deepening (Omitted) Group", but it has not yet achieved any encouraging results.

What the hell is the Holy Light Church doing there, it's actually fighting at this time, go and take care of your old opponent first!

After a few words, Sken propped his arms on the table, rubbed his brows, and sighed deeply:

Don't think about these things and do your own thing. At the last meeting, Lord Alice's face was already ugly, if there is still no breakthrough this month, I am afraid that I will not be able to do it!

Just as Sken was frowning, there was a knock on the door, and after he answered, the head of the observation section of the institute walked in with a young researcher.

He placed a "Recording Crystal" on his desk and whispered:

"Director, the MONOCUS Elf placed in the 'Forest of Silence' has taken a rare image of the praying mantis, which is of great significance, so please take a look. ”