Travel through the wonderful world of animals

"Wow!" The explosion filled with blood and flesh, leaving only a headless body that slowly fell down, shocking the orcs.

Mie Hewei turned around and glanced at Yan Bingyun.

Yan Bingyun was carried in the air by the white lion. At this moment, her voice sounded eerie and terrifying like a ghost to the orcs: "Who else wants to take the scepter?"

The audience was silent.

"The scepter chooses its master, and I will be the new master of the sacred mountain." Yan Bingyun got off the back of the white lion and walked towards the scepter step by step.

"I am the White Feather High Priest chosen by the Beast God, and also a goddess from another world. My name is Yan Bingyun. The orc Gray Feather is dead. Who will replace him?" After pulling out the Crescent Moon Scepter, Yan Bingyun retreated to the eaves extending from the Tree Palace to avoid the rain.

The orcs kneeling on the ground had their black robes stained with blood and soaked by rain. The fishy blood was flowing like a stream. The tragic death of the Gray Feather Priest was still shocking them.

"High Priest Baiyu is asking you questions." Mie raised his voice to remind.

"Lan..." an orc finally mustered up the courage to speak.

"Blue?" Yan Bingyun shook off the rain and asked, "Blue feathers?"

"It's Lan Yu." Mie thought of the orc he had killed, the monitor who had placed the thorn next to Gou.

"Yes, he is the Blue Feather Priest." The orc who spoke continued to add.

"He's dead." Mie said calmly, "Who's next?"

"Dead..." Another explosive piece of news exploded among the orcs like thunder in a rainy day.

"Then it's the turn of... the Yellow Feather Priest who is in charge of the back mountain, then my Black Feather and his Brown Feather." The orc who just spoke explained.

Yan Bingyun nodded. She felt disgusted that the Yellow Feather Priest was in charge of the back mountain. After all, she had been trapped in the back mountain and suffered inhuman abuse from the dark witch. She had no good feelings towards the back mountain.

"You, Black Feather, will replace the Gray Feather priest."

The orc with black feathers on his head was flattered. He thought his bet was right and kowtowed immediately in response: "Yes, High Priest White Feather." His voice was loud and clear, making his position clear.

The Brown Feather Priest was also very observant. Seeing his companions level up a few levels, he quickly followed and shouted, "White Feather High Priest!"

The black-robed orcs without feathers on their heads also followed suit and shouted, "White Feather High Priest!"

Yan Bingyun nodded, turned around with the scepter in hand, and stepped onto the stairs of the Tree Palace step by step. "Gray-feathered priests and those with feathers on their heads, follow me in."

"Yes!" Two priests with feathers on their heads stood up and followed.

Mie, Wei and Xiu who had transformed back into human form followed Yan Bingyun closely, separating themselves from the two priests who followed, and together entered the tree temple that symbolized the supreme power of the sacred mountain.

Stepping onto the three-story spiral wooden staircase, the sturdy dark brown wooden boards were coated with shiny tung oil for anti-corrosion. If it was not allowed at the moment, Yan Bingyun really wanted to touch it with his hands and feel the craftsmanship that had disappeared for a long time.

It was difficult to see clearly in the rain, but when Yan Bingyun reached the door of the Tree Palace, he was extremely shocked, because what came into view was a large palace structure with exquisite carvings of dragons and phoenixes. It felt like a dream returning to the feudal dynasty.

Walking into the hall, the beams and arches actually gave off a faint scent of tung oil. Yan Bingyun closed his eyes and felt the smell.

All these were explained by the chatterbox Lightning. On the surface, he looked calm and composed, but Lightning in the small dark room had already gone crazy, praising exaggeratedly and explaining excitedly...

[Huanghuali wood table? Wow! Wow! The magnificent golden Huanghuali chairs? ] The lightning was like a grandma entering the Grand View Garden...

Yan Bingyun: Please exercise some restraint...

However, when Yan Bingyun saw the countless luminous pearls inlaid on the wooden pillars of the hall, whose light was tiny but as numerous as stars, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day, the hand holding the scepter couldn't help but tremble.

So luxurious...

When Yan Bingyun raised his head to look at the round treetop that was like the sky, the orcs behind him had already discovered the body lying on the ground.

"King of Western Beasts?" The orc who had just been promoted to Gray Feather Priest saw the corpse lying on the ground and ran over hurriedly, but was stopped by Mie.

Mie gave Wei a look and asked Wei to check the body.

Wei squatted down and took a closer look. The old skin had turned gray, and the bulging pupils of the eyes had lost their light. However, there was still a surprised and tough expression on the face, as if telling of its unwillingness in life.

Wei touched it and found the corpse was very stiff, as if it had been dead for a long time. He nodded to Mie to confirm that the Western Beast King was really dead.

Mie lowered his hands with mixed feelings. He thought of various ways to take revenge on the orc who killed his father and mother, whether to hang him or tear him to pieces. However, he did not expect that before he could do anything, the god of the Western Continent died.

Yan Bingyun stood aside. After looking at the treetops that were like the sky, she discovered something strange on the other side. The corpse lying there was Gou, a man with great ambitions who had reached such a height, but died silently.

The remnant soul brought his scepter to her. She guessed that it was Xiaowei's remnant soul that killed the arrogant Western Beast King!

She also hated Gou because of the harm he had done to Mie. It was a hatred that could not be expressed in words. She wished she could cut him into pieces.

Yan Bingyun walked closer to Mie step by step, held his hand with her small hand, and was chilled by the warmth of his hand.

She knew the grudge between Mie and Gou, so she held his hand and comforted him silently.

"I'm fine!" I don't know whether this sentence is to comfort Yan Bingyun or to comfort myself.

Yan Bingyun just nodded.

"I will move his body, and you do what you should do." Mie could tell what the female was up to from her few words. He was emotionally unstable now, and he wanted to calm down with his "enemy".

"Okay!" No one can help with the hurdle in one's heart, and one can only overcome it step by step by oneself. Yan Bingyun understands.

"Wei, stay." Mieshou lifted the black robe around Gou's neck and quickly left.

The phosphorescent light was bright and everything in the hall was clearly visible. The wounds on Wei's body, which had turned white and slightly red due to the rain, were densely packed and exposed, as if he had been cut into pieces by thousands of knives. The hideous wounds were shocking to the eye.

"Wei? How did you get hurt like this?" Yan Bingyun exclaimed, with a hint of panic in his voice.

Wei looked at the female tenderly with his right eye. Her belated concern made him happy. He said lightly, "The tree man was injured. It's a minor injury. There are just a few wounds."

"Minor wounds? So many cuts, no, you need to treat them." He turned his head and looked at the orc with black feathers and asked, "Do you have a witch doctor or doctor here to treat the wounds?"

"Yes, there are, but the orc's injuries seem minor. He can just lick them. They shouldn't be serious enough to call a witch doctor."

After all, for a strong male, this wound can heal quickly if left alone for a few days, and it is not a weak female. Thinking of this, the orc who had just been promoted to Gray Feather secretly glanced at the female Yan Bingyun.

Lick it...

[He was right. Orc saliva, like the saliva of animals, contains a variety of antibodies and immune components. Although most of the wounds are superficial, they have their own "anti-inflammatory drugs" and are not a problem.] Lightning began to popularize science appropriately.

Well, in that case, she didn't say much, but Wei had so many wounds, what about Mie? Was he injured?

Although I was worried about Mie in my heart, I still learned to put on Mie's mask of keeping strangers away. After all, those in a higher position have to keep a distance.

Yan Bingyun tapped the floor with his scepter, turned around and walked towards the tall yellow chair step by step. Wei and Xiu consciously stood beside the chair like two guardian beasts, with a full sense of security and majesty.

Although he was soaked and looked a little embarrassed, Yan Bingyun sat down with great determination and knocked the floor with his crescent-shaped staff: "Now you can tell me about the situation of the sacred mountain."