"Deadly plants currently being found in the filthy swamps are proliferating but not limited to bloodthirsty roots, gluttonous flowers, spiked lichens, lava grasses, entangled water vines, wild roots, man-eating flowers, and the most dangerous primitive thorn beasts.

By the way, are you sure that thing belongs to a plant? ”

In the headquarters of the Maginot Line, the tribune who served as the commander of this line looked at the inspection report submitted by the Big Bird Regiment in front of him with an incredibly painful gaze.

Kudel stared at the report's exaggerated descriptions of new plants, and he couldn't help but ask:

"During the Fourth Black Plague, I fought alongside the Red Knights of Avalon, and I did see them summon War Thorn Beasts, which I always thought were plant-like summoning beasts. That horrible thing really grew out of the ground? ”

"Well, the growth process of the thorn beast does not rely on photosynthesis, but the life force from the blood of the enemy, Lord Baomin."

Brother Meow felt that as the only red knight in this era, he had the obligation to teach others about the characteristics of this unique plant, but when he was about to start speaking, he suddenly found that he didn't seem to know much about this kind of thing, limited to the legend of the thorn beast in Old Eugene's book.

Obviously, this superficial information could not fool a centenarian-in-old vampire, so he changed the subject very smoothly and said:

"Don't just look at the plants, there are a lot of dangerous animals in the swamp, and I think it's the 'new guests' who go back and forth in the swamp that I think should be more of a nuisance than the slow-moving carnivorous plants.

At least for us, the blessings of the gods of nature keep carnivorous plants from attacking the Transansians, but animals don't care about it when they're hungry. ”

"Hmm, okay."

Kudell continued to flip through the report.

On the next page, the Big Bird Troupe elaborates on the fauna that is currently born in the filthy swamps, and just by looking at the name, you know that these things are definitely not to be messed with:

"Blood bees, drill leeches, filthy flies, dead wood scorpions, explosive toads, flying snakes. Wait, does a flying snake refer to a snake that can fly? ”

The tribune felt that he had really seen the world today, he looked at Brother Wu Meow and said:

"I've heard that there are such snakes in the Elven Forest of Antani?"

"Yes, it's the flying snakes native to the Elven Forest, but according to the druids on our team, the Flying Serpents that appear in the Filthy Swamp are more than five times more poisonous than their counterparts in the Elven Forest.

Once bitten, a life below the Silver Rank will whimper for a maximum of thirty heartbeats.

It's basically the same as gliding wings, and the black mamba of jungle camouflage, and worst of all, the number of flying snakes is increasing rapidly in the swamp. ”

Brother Woo Meow replied with a painful face:

"With their poor habitat mode, they will probably 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 war blessings, the common swamp tiger is rapidly becoming elitist, and the originally wasteful vampire bats have learned to create shadow illusions.

In addition, for unknown reasons, the leaves of the originally harmless low trees in the swamp are now poisonous.

The shieldman in my team, Sangodou, was accidentally scratched by a blade, and is still receiving druid's detoxification treatment in Wolfsburg.

That thing seems to be some kind of phytoneurotoxin, it works very quickly, Sanwu Dou is already a silver shield hand, but he is all made to vomit and diarrhea, I think even a jackal will definitely be numb. ”

"So serious?"

The tribune's expression became serious, he put down the report, and said:

"I've issued a restraining order on the line of defense not allowing non-combatants to enter the Filthy Swamp, but listening to your debriefing, I feel that the changes that have taken place in the Filthy Swamp seem more dangerous than I thought?

Is it possible to determine that this change is related to Avalon? ”

"Well, the small sanctum that the Church has built in the swamp has not been infested by the surrounding ghosts, snakes, and gods, and those dangerous things are consciously circumventing the throne of Avalon, which is enough to prove that their mutations are irrefutably connected with the blessings of the gods of nature.

According to the druids, Avalon seems to want to establish a second ancestral woodland in the filthy swamp.

But the war blessing he gave this time was obviously a bit much, and the hand tide of the gods directly caused the ecology of the swamp to change, and even many extinct creatures reappeared in the swamp. ”

Brother Meow explained very seriously:

"Those creatures are aggressive, even plants generally have a carnivorous nature, so to speak, the current filthy swamp is gradually becoming a forbidden area of life, but we guess this change should be temporary, when the new food chain is stabilized in the swamp, the weak who are not suitable for this environment will be eliminated, and eventually the environment of the swamp will not be as extreme as it is now, but we must be prepared to say goodbye to the filthy swamp of the past.

The unsettling changes continued, and even the druids couldn't tell what would eventually turn of the Filthy Swamp into, but given that it was Avalon's blessing to help us fend off the Scourge, the first target of these dangerous creatures was the Gnolls.

This is not a bad thing for the defense of the Maginot Line.

At least until the Gnolls defeat the swamp, we don't need to worry about a direct attack from those bastards, but as we left the swamp, the druids in the party said she sensed that the swamp had given birth to the will of nature.

Therefore, my suggestion is that if we are going to engage in a swamp battle, we should have the Avalonian followers as the main force, and try not to interfere with the will of the swamp so as not to provoke its counterattack. ”

Kudell nodded, and he said:

"But there aren't many Avalonian believers, can you gain an advantage in swamp battles by relying on you alone?"

"Absolutely! Tribune. ”

Brother Woo Meow said confidently:

"Now the whole swamp is our ally, and the stupid gnolls think the swamp is their dominant terrain, but when they actually step inside, they will know that this will be their green grave!

But our Big Bird Regiment will soon be following Lord Pa Ying to kill the gods, so it's better for you to leave the rest to Lady Natalie. ”

——

On the other side of the filthy swamp, a group of two hundred gnoll wolf cavalry from Bafonte Canyon is stepping into the mire under the leadership of Overseer Colt.

This vanguard belongs to the Bloodscar Clan, and was judged by the Chosen to be loyal to the Lord of the Hunt during the just-concluded "Purge of the Shadow Valley", so it was honored to be a vanguard.

Overseer Colt was originally a brute leader, but his immediate boss was thrown into the increasingly brutal Dadi Palace of Bafengt for his "disloyalty", leaving the short-tailed gnolls to pick up a leak.

They were swift hunters and assassins, and this configuration was obviously not intended to allow them to attack the Trancians head-on, but to gather battlefield intelligence on the Filthy Swamp for the subsequent armies.

The entire war in the Barren Mountains had proved that the Transians could not just give up even an inch of land to the gnolls, so Hygeson had every reason to believe that a fierce battle awaited them in the filthy swamp.

That's the job of the Gnolls of Commander Colt, who must figure out what's in the filthy swamp for their Overseers?

"Well, the swamp, the comforting wetness, the satisfying quagmire, the nostalgic shade."

The new Overseer Colt on the wolf was in a good mood, and like the other gnolls, he liked the shady environment of the mire, so he and his soldiers instinctively let their guard down as soon as they entered the place.

This is normal.

Any life would be very relaxed in its comfort zone, but then the unexpected came.

Less than two minutes after Overseer Colt had finished his fondness for the swamp environment and had scattered his 200 men to find a camp, the first unexpected attrition occurred.

"What? Drowned by vines in the mud? ”

The Bobtail Overseer was stunned as he listened to the grim-looking Captain Hunter report on the death of his team, and he felt incredulous, and then yelled:

"Is our mighty Bloodscar Hunter now so degraded that even the vines in the path can't be found? Is the cerebellum not well developed, or are they like cubs who can't even walk without their mother's care? How dare you say you're a good hunter?

If you don't need your eyes, you can pick them out and give them to those who need them, okay?

Such a casual death will not glorify our Lord of the Hunt!

Damn it!

Can you be careful? ”

"Ah, yes, yes, you're right, we were careless."

The snoll hunting captain with Sima face replied directly, and he was not even in the mood to explain the strange situation just now.

It left with the hunting bone bow on its back, and scolded Colt in his heart for being a lucky fool.

Even if it is seniority, this vanguard Overseer can't take the turn of this bastard brute with only muscles in his head to do it, purely because he can lick and lick the old Haas Overseer comfortably, so he got this Overseer.

Bah!

It's a shame for the heroic gnolls.

But the seasoned hunting captain would have sensed that something was not quite right.

It knew that its hunters were not as strong as the hunters of the Whiptail Clan, but it was definitely not impossible to spot the vines under its feet, and the shameful death of being dragged into the mud and drowned was enough to show that the vines were aggressive.

Its strength is so great that an adult gnoll can't break free even if it's entangled.

With this vigilance, the hunting captain walked to his squad with the stupid Overseer without saying a word, only to find three of his team members lying on the edge of the quagmire.

Their bodies were swollen to the point of being dead for days, even the hair on their bodies began to fall out, and large blood-colored spots appeared on their skin.

It was a terrifying gesture.

Both the Hunting Captain and Overseer Colt were taken aback.

This is clearly poisoning!

The captain pulled the nervous and suspicious hunter next to him over and asked, only to find out that he had been accidentally stung by a bee when he was fishing for a corpse by the water's edge just now.

"Hell! Who can sting a bee like this? ”

Enraged, the Overseer waved its whip and scolded:

"You must be lying."

"Shut up!"

The hunting captain couldn't take it anymore and scolded the Overseers to silence them.

It made a silent gesture and pricked up its ears to listen left and right, and soon a buzzing sound came from the swamp and woods, and the old jackal's face was grim, and he immediately led the people back.

As a result, during the retreat, a heavy-footed brute accidentally stepped on an anti-infantry mine that I don't know which cutie casually buried at the water's edge.

With a bang, the whole thing was blown to pieces, and the flesh flew everywhere.

As soon as the pungent blood came out, strange snake-like vines were attracted to emerge from the mud, and in the flying mud spots, two hunters who couldn't dodge were strangled by their necks, as if they were on a jumping machine, and they were pulled into the air with a whoosh.

The convulsions took place in a matter of seconds, so fast that the Hunting Captain and the Colt Overseers didn't even react, and the team had already lost more than five men, and to make matters worse, the owner of the buzzing sound had already taken shape.

Large swarms of blood-colored bees were rushing out of the woods, and the "bees" were each the size of a thumb, looking too intimidating and too frightening to the wolves, and their goal was clear, it was these jackals who disturbed the peace of the water's edge.

"Jump! Fast! ”

The rude brute Overseer Colt was rarely decisive.

Grabbing the hunting captain and a gnoll beside him, it pounced on the foul pool in front of it, burying its head in the swarm of bees that it didn't look easy to mess with, and the others who didn't react fast enough tried to escape, but soon a terrible scream rang out from the water.

The three lucky gnolls held their heads out of the water for a few minutes before they quietly poked their heads out.

The other gnolls in the group had already fallen to their deaths at the edge of the waterhole in front of them, their deaths as miserable as if they had encountered piranhas, swept away by the swarm of blood-colored bees, leaving only desolate bones with stump of flesh.

What's even more terrifying is that the inconspicuous gray lichens at the water's edge also began to draw blood under the stimulation of blood, and soon became "inflated", like sea urchins covered with spikes.

The captain of the hunt climbed ashore from the other side of the pool, picked up a stone and threw it at it, and the moment it touched the spiked lichen, the black and red thorns shot out in all directions, and even nailed into the stone next to it.

This scene made the three surviving gnolls look at me, I look at you, and even the stupidest Colt realized that there was something wrong with this swamp.

"Get around here, gather the people, and we'll exit the way we came."

The experienced hunting captain would no longer care about complaining that Colt was a waste, and he looked around vigilantly and whispered to Colt.

The Barbarian Overseer no longer lost his temper, and felt the horn on his waist to blow to gather his subordinates, but when he glanced to the side, he saw that the third gnoll who had just been rescued was clutching his back uncomfortably.

"What's wrong with you?"

The Overseer asked angrily, and the Gnoll Hunter said in a hoarse voice:

"I don't know, there seems to be something lying on my back in the water, and it hurts a little. Hiss! Ah, help me catch it! It's drilling into me. ”

The hunter let out a cry of pain and turned around in a trembling manner, and then startled the hunting captain and the Colt Overseers, where a large gray leech was lying on its skin and burrowing into its vertebrae, but the hunter said that he could only feel a slight pain.

Damn it!

This is already a fatal injury, how can you only feel a slight pain?

Wrong!

There is a problem.

The captain and the Overseer immediately backed away, their weapons tightened, and they nervously watched the gnolll hunter in front of him swinging more and more, and after a few seconds, the creature stopped shaking, and then turned around, his face glazed over, his eyes blank as if he had been controlled by something.

"Devil!"

The captain of the hunt scolded and drew his bone knife, and cut off the head of the guy before the jackal man controlled by the spine leech attacked, and the body fell to the ground, and the fat leech jumped out of the blood-covered spine and tried to run, and then was stoned to death by the Colt Overseer.

The Overseer let out a heavy gasp.

At the edge of the small pool, it and the surviving hunting captain were silent, and the two gnolla hunters who had been hoisted high by the vines were also thrown down and smashed into the pool, but the two had been drained of all their bodily fluids, leaving only shriveled corpses.

A team of twelve hunters, plus thirteen Overseers, was now left with only two of them, less than thirty minutes before they entered the Filthy Swamp.

"Woo woo"

The Colt Overseers blew the rallying horn.

But there was no response for a long time, except for the sound that echoed through the swampy forest.

"Others are probably more than lucky."

The captain of the hunt sighed and said:

"Let's go, let's get out of here and report to the Overseer, this swamp is like a green hell."

"That's not right."

Colt clenched the horn in his hand, and it said:

"If this is the case in the Filthy Swamp, then how did those Translancians cross here to fight us in the Black Flame Pass and the Barren Mountains?

Something is wrong here!

It certainly wasn't like this before!

Maybe it's because the hellish Translancians used some kind of sorcery, it must have been! Those guys are afraid of our army, and they have turned their swamp into the appearance of monsters. Wait, you just stepped on something!

Can you be careful? Damn it! Professionalism doesn't work! ”

"Oh, it's just an ordinary toad, nothing to lose, huh? Why is it glowing?"

"Boom"

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