Chapter Seventy-Two: The Iron Wing Falcon
"What's going on?" Zhan Tian couldn't help but frown.
This mutant herb is called "Bitter Hemp Root", and he has also seen it in the classics.
After thinking about it for a while, he took out a few more herbs and tried them one by one.
When the fourth plant was tried, the willow root once again sent a suction, devouring the herb alive.
"Poisonous herbs, you can't absorb them!" Zhan Tian suddenly understood.
The three herbs that cannot be absorbed are the three mutated herbs of bitter hemp root, poison chen, and mulberry white fall.
All three, without exception, are toxic!
After finding the reason, Zhan Tian breathed a sigh of relief.
However, in the albino valley, there are more kinds of poisonous herbs than ordinary herbs.
For humans, many poisonous herbs can also be used in medicine, such as ordinary and Chinese medicinal baths, which are said to be added with a variety of poisonous herbs as adjuvants.
Put the jade box back away, and Zhantian returned to the cave.
Today in the Albino Valley, the various teams have obviously achieved good results, and most of them are happily talking and exchanging.
The war slaves who are good at cooking in each team are busy setting up fires and barbecuing animal meat.
It wasn't until it was dark that Wu Cheng came back from the cave that was used for deliberations.
According to Takeshi, although they have not yet reached the inner layer, two squads have encountered powerful beasts today, causing the death of three warriors and the serious injury of two. In addition, each squad also lost a total of more than forty war slaves.
After roughly explaining the situation to everyone, Wu Cheng said with a straight face: "Everyone, according to today's advance speed, we will be able to reach the edge of the inner layer around noon tomorrow." When the time comes, everyone must strictly obey my orders, so as not to cause losses!"
Everyone nodded in agreement, Zhantian's eyes flashed, and he also nodded, without speaking.
On this night, the fires were kept burning all night. It is said that the three immortal envoys ordered to deliberately light a fire to attract the fierce beasts of the Albino Valley to attack and relieve the pressure of tomorrow.
The intermittent battle lasted for one night, and Zhan Tian roughly estimated that there were about dozens of fierce beasts attracted by the firelight this night. Most of them are birds.
Early the next morning, only a hundred warriors and three hundred war slaves were left in the temporary garrison, and the others all entered the albino valley again.
Of Zhantian's team, only two were slightly injured, and they couldn't stay at the station.
The carcasses of the fierce beasts left by yesterday's hunting, and the fact that some of the inner beasts were brought out to forage for food, is still not easy to advance today.
By noon, the Takejo team had a hard time killing a monitor lizard capable of spewing flames and advanced to the edge of the inner layer.
Because I had already combed it through yesterday, it was because everyone had only picked a total of two mutant herbs today.
Entering the inner layer, the nine warriors of the entire squad were no longer scattered, but gathered together, and more than twenty war slaves were scattered tremblingly, searching for mutant herbs wherever they passed.
Cautiously searching forward for half a mile, a war slave who was searching on the right side suddenly exclaimed, "Mutant blood moss!"
Everyone shook their faces when they heard the sound, and saw that on the body of a big tree in front of the war slave, there were more than a dozen white lumps the size of thumbs!
"It's really mutant blood moss!" a close warrior cheered, and jumped towards the tree with a little foot.
This mutated blood moss is ranked among the top ten on the list of albino valley medicinal herbs compiled by Donglin City, and it is an extremely rare treasure!
"Slow ......"
Wu Cheng hurriedly opened his mouth to stop it.
But he only shouted halfway, and next to the big tree, there was a sudden change!
Before the warrior's hands touched the mutated blood moss, a gust of wind rolled up above the big tree, and a snow-white bird swooped down!
"Iron Wing Falcon!" Wu Cheng and Luo Yan both exclaimed in unison!
"Whew!"
Before the two of them could finish speaking, a golden light cut through the middle of the warrior's head and reached the ground!
"Poof", the warrior didn't even have time to utter half of the scream, but was cut in half by the claws of the iron-winged falcon! In the blood explosion, the two corpses of the warrior fell to the ground.
"Defend the formation, send out the signal fireworks!" Wu Cheng said with a low voice.
A martial artist took out the communication fireworks and lit them, and the rest, including Zhantian, approached the surroundings of Wucheng together.
Although this iron-winged ground falcon is still a first-order fierce beast, its strength is extremely terrifying! Generally, if you want to fight against it, you must be a high-level martial artist, and if you want to kill it, you need the strongest of the high-level martial artists, or more than two high-level martial artists.
At this moment, the iron-winged falcon ignored the eight warriors, but the white wings fluttered and swooped, killing the two already stunned war slaves again!
"Help, sir!" the remaining war slaves immediately reacted and ran towards the warriors with a hula.
"Retreat!" Wu Cheng snorted and stepped back first.
Zhan Tian and the other seven people also followed his pace and retreated backwards together.
"Poof, snort, knock......" There was a chaotic sound accompanied by a miserable shout, and the wings of the iron-winged falcon spread out, and they pounced and took it away, just a few breaths, and it was to kill most of the remaining war slaves!
The remaining five or six war slaves saw that the situation was not right, and turned their heads and fled the way they came.
"Team rate, we ...... Do you want to entangle this beast for a while?" a martial artist couldn't help but whisper to Wu Cheng.
Wu Cheng's face sank, but Luo Yan opened his mouth and sneered: "You go?"
The warrior shrank his neck and said no more.
While everyone was talking, the Iron Wing Falcon had already caught up with the five war slaves again and killed them!
In the end, more than 20 war slaves, only one of the faster ones remained, and fled into the distance.
Zhan Tian's heart was also slightly cold. If it weren't for his hard work and the risk of looting the remaining items in the South Station, then at this moment, I am afraid that he would die a tragic death in the Albino Valley like these war slaves!
"Wucheng, we're here!" Almost at the same time, a cry came from the forest on both sides at the same time, and more than a dozen nearby warriors rushed to support together.
Wu Cheng showed a look of great joy on his face, and shouted loudly: "It's the Iron Wing Earth Falcon, everyone come to meet me here!"
The dozen or so martial artists had also seen the scene clearly at this moment, their faces were slightly discolored, and they quickly converged towards the martial city.
At this moment, the iron-winged falcon had also given up pursuing the last war slave, and turned its head to look at everyone with a pair of brown eyes.
"The four team leaders, plus me and Luo Yan as the main attackers! The other brothers surrounded on all sides, harassing with crossbow arrows, crossbow needles, and throwing guns!" Wu Cheng said in a rapid voice.
More than a dozen warriors who rushed to support nodded together, and the four team leaders jumped out with Wu Cheng and Luo Yan first, and pounced towards the Iron Wing Earth Falcon.
All the remaining warriors also made a "whoosh" and followed behind.
"Clicker Tower......
The iron-winged falcon was not afraid at all, its wings fluttered slightly, its two claws lightly clicked on the ground, and it greeted everyone at a very fast speed.
"Kill!"
Wu Cheng let out another low shout, and the heavy shield in his left hand protected his upper body, and he crashed towards the Iron Wing Earth Falcon.
"Huh", the ground falcon swept forward a few feet, raised a claw, and slammed the heavy shield of Wucheng.
With a piercing sound, the claws collided with the heavy shield, and they were actually forced on top of the heavy shield, drawing four grooves!
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