In a flash of cold light, a priesthood temple warrior was slashed by a sword.

Yu Panji is like a tiger descending from the mountain, and the broad-bladed sword is the sharp teeth and claws of the tiger.

In the woods on both flanks of him, more than a dozen fierce giant monkeys simultaneously flanked the enemy from the left and right, focusing on archers and mages.

In three minutes and fifteen seconds, the twelve-man Atlas scout team was wiped out, and Yupanki led the giant monkey into the depths of the swamp again.

"Great victory, Yupanki, why is he so unhappy?" asked the leader of the giant monkey, a sturdy old monkey with a white tail and a red face.

This old monkey is called Vibolo, the younger brother of the chief of the Turançova tribe, Karafermi, is a very experienced old warrior, and his cooperation with Yupanki can be described as seamless, one is good at jungle swamp warfare, familiar with the terrain, and the other is familiar with the tactical tactics of the Atlas Army, and the Scout team of the Atlas Army suffers.

The Atlas Army has lost its eyes and ears, has been stagnant for two consecutive days, its morale is gradually declining, and its combat effectiveness is beginning to decline. The battle just now was already the seventh scout team that had been eliminated in two days, and it was almost powerless to fight back under the stormy blow. The other giant monkey squads also made a lot of gains.

So, Vibolo couldn't understand why Yupanki was frowning.

Yupanki said: "For Atlas, it is insignificant to sacrifice tens of thousands of people at a time, how can it be possible to break the bones and bones if a hundred or two hundred people die? Moreover, Kuruma adopts the tactics of dense and slow advance, we are not opponents head-on, we dare not eat hard, we can only hunt the scouts, if we continue like this, sooner or later he will touch the camp. ”

Vibolo smiled: "It doesn't matter, there are three days, and if he can't touch the camp, he will never be able to touch it - we will be human monkeys for the rest of our lives." I don't believe they can catch a bunch of itinerant, free-spirited monkeys in the swamp. ”

Yu Panji was embarrassed: "Don't say such frustrating words, it's like the mission is doomed. ”

Vibolo laughed, "I'm in my sixties this year, I've lived enough. A pack of monkeys, a saber-toothed tiger, and a team of unfathomable mercenaries are tied up against the most powerful nation in the South, and the chances of victory are slim to none. It's better to be a monkey than to have Kuruma tied to the altar as a sacrifice! Someday, someone will stand up and overthrow Kuroma and give us justice!"

Yupanki said: "I still hope that justice will be paid back by myself - there is a saying in the Cult of the Dark God, "Those who are good at playing chess are good at creating situations in their favor." Kuruma kept sending us inconsequential pieces to eat in order to paralyze us. Our camp is less than four kilometers in a straight line from the Atlas camp, and if he launches a surprise attack, we simply can't resist it. ”

"Young tiger, you still don't know this swamp. Don't say one kilometer, every hundred meters is thousands of rivers and mountains!"

"But he can shorten the distance with an almost infinite number of human lives. Moreover, his camp is so tight that we can hunt down all his scouts, but we can't get close to his camp, and we can't even be sure if Kuruma himself is still in the camp!"

Vibolo was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Kuruma's actions are strange. You see, we know that there are only three days left for the totem pole, and when the time comes, the Turançova tribe will completely become monkeys, but Kuruma doesn't know! The sooner the 'rumor' of the prince becoming a monkey is eliminated, the more beneficial it will be for him, and he should pursue a quick victory, but now he is fighting steadily. This doesn't make sense. ”

Vibolo scoffed, "Kuruma is a cunning guy - that's all. Looking at his marching formation, it's a mess! Worried about him? I think it will help us a lot to let him stay in the army!"

"He is indeed a layman in battle, but his personal strength is very strong, we have fought with him, and he has been beaten to the ground, and his wind spells are simply incredibly strong!

Vibolo was dumbfounded: "You're not mistaken, are you?" But the group release skill requires at least twelve high-ranking priests to join forces, and it will take at least half an hour of chanting!

"I saw with my own eyes that at that time, our team was strong, there was a sixth-level mage, an eighth-level alchemist, an experienced priest, plus a powerful warrior and assassin, such a perfect match, and we also had the power to fight against the Dharma Saint. But it was the instantaneous lightning that was lost to him! and the number of shots was so fast and so many that I wondered if there was a thundercloud overhead!"

Vibolo said, "I'm curious to know, how did you survive this attack?"

"The alchemist made a lightning rod out of a metal golem and lured the lightning away. ”

"What a rich man - I don't think it's likely, if you say so, what else do you want the Atlas Army to do, he will destroy us all!"

"So I feel like he's paralyzing us. A guy of this strength, as long as a few elite personnel escort us into a squad, a surprise attack is likely to send us to the sun god. ”

"Well, that makes sense. A small team of five or six people, with small goals and quick action. We are too few in number, such a large swamp, we will definitely not be able to take care of it, once he touches the camp...... Camp, do you think he's already found the location of the camp?"

"You can't find it by Kuruma alone, but with a group of mercenaries who are oblivious to their interests, it's hard to say! Those mercenaries are more adapted to this swamp than Kuruma's troops!"

"Shall we retreat then?"

"Let's go!"

Meanwhile, in the basement of the tavern on the outskirts of Kutbarozze, the boss was staring at a map on the wall: "Where the hell is the monkey's nest?

One of the attendants replied respectfully, "Lord Vice-Priest, Ramos has arrived and is waiting outside." But ......"

"But what?"

"The subordinates feel that such a cowardly fool who can only flee for his life in case of trouble, it is difficult to say how much reference value his opinion has. ”

"I completely agree with the first half of your sentence, but he is also the most experienced guide, otherwise he would not have survived for so long. ”

"But if we let him know who we are......"

"What does it matter, the Empress has been poisoned by us, the Emperor has been completely controlled by us, and the former High Priest Tezomuk will live for a maximum of ten days," the boss smiled, "As for the military, the four legions are fighting each other and causing a little trouble at most...... Now that Dallas is in our hands, in the end, all that remains is the monkey prince in the swamp!"

The boss turned his head: "This is the last battle! After this battle, we can resume our priesthood, leave this dark and damp swamp, and return to the Temple of the Sun in Dallas!