Primitive Tribe Adventure

As soon as Feather got off the lanky man's wings, Feng Yun made a move that shocked him extremely, and his body suddenly jumped to the left and plunged into a quagmire.

After entering the quagmire, Fengyun sank down at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, the whole person completely disappeared, except for some bubbles rising up in the quagmire, as if he had never existed at all.

"This this……"

The thin and tall man's eyes widened, his eyes full of unbelievable expressions.

Even in order to avoid his attack, there is no need to jump into the quagmire.

The danger of the quagmire is known to anyone who has lived in Lei Ze.

The thin and tall man, as a native of Lei Ze, is even more aware of the dangers of the quagmire, and has even witnessed someone accidentally fall into the quagmire many times and died.

Therefore, he has always been very jealous of them, even if he is now a real warrior of transformation, he is still the same.

In other words, if he and Fengyun are in a different place, no matter how much trouble and danger he encounters, he will never jump into the quagmire.

In his opinion, this is no different from suicide.

Don't say that Feng Yun is just a high-level totem warrior, even if he is a metamorphic warrior like him, it is difficult to survive.

Entering the quagmire, people will continue to sink down, and it is almost impossible to get out of the quagmire again.

There is a mixture of mud and water in the quagmire, and there is no way to leverage it. Not only that, the mixture also has a lot of viscosity, which will stick people firmly, and it is harder to get out of it than to climb to the sky.

In addition, the most deadly is breathing problems.

After sinking into the quagmire, the nose and mouth will be closed by the mud-water mixture in it and can no longer breathe.

Breathing is necessary, whether it is an ordinary person or a totem warrior.

Even a thin and tall man who has become a metamorphosis warrior still needs to breathe, but he can hold his breath longer than ordinary people.

If he keeps not breathing, he also can't do it. If he can't breathe for a long time, he will die.

Can't get out, and can't breathe. The tall and thin man can't imagine why Fengyun would do this.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the quagmire where Fengyun had disappeared, and found that there was indeed no trace of him, before he had to admit that what he saw before was indeed the truth.

He flapped a few wings with few feathers left to make himself and the ground higher, as if worried that Fengyun would suddenly jump out of the mire, grab him, and pull him in together.

After stabilizing his figure, he was immediately surrounded by a deep loss.

In his heart, due to Fengyun's stupid behavior, he was dead for ten years. Now even if he is not dead, at most he is just lingering. Once his breath reaches the limit, he will undoubtedly die.

This method of death is also extremely painful and terrifying, even if it is compared with the death method of seeing oneself being pecked by the crow bit by bit and killing himself, it is definitely not too much.

So to a certain extent, his hatred should be regarded as retribution, but he still feels very disappointed, and he certainly does not have the easy feeling of revenge.

He didn't want such a result.

He wants revenge, but the premise must be that Fengyun dies in his hands.

Feng Yun's death at this moment seemed to him to be suicide at all, and it had nothing to do with him directly.

This gave him a kind of strenuous punch to the enemy, but the result was hit in the air, not only was there no sense of blow, but also very uncomfortable.

"what……"

After enduring it for a while, the lanky man couldn't help it anymore, and screamed from the sky, venting the loss and depression in his heart.

After shouting, he felt a little more comfortable, so he cast his gaze on the quagmire of the fall of the wind and clouds, and was reluctant to leave for a long time.

According to his inner thoughts, he wanted to jump into the quagmire too, pull him out, and slowly clean him up.

But his reason stopped him.

Even if he is a metamorphosis warrior, once he falls into the quagmire, especially after it has gone, he is extremely dangerous. If he is not careful, he will die in it.

If he died in the quagmire just like Fengyun, it would not be worth it.

Compared to gaining the indulgence of the enemy, obviously he cares more about his own safety.

Besides, he has a bright future now.

The long-awaited great cause, ruling the entire Lei Ze is about to come true, he is not willing to let himself fall into despair because of his momentary anger.

Of course, the most important thing is to make him think that after Fengyun is in the quagmire, it is already a mortal situation.

If Fengyun is still alive, he might not be able to calm down.

The enemy is gone, and the thin and tall man is completely relaxed.

But this relaxation brought the problem. He felt uncomfortable everywhere in his whole body. The wounds on his abdomen and lower back were painful, his internal organs were tingling, his head was dizzy and swollen, his arms were sore...

"what……"

When chasing Fengyun, his attention was focused on him, which played a role of diverting attention. He was not very sensitive to his own feelings. Obviously he finally couldn't bear it, and he couldn't help but groan.

"Go back, go back quickly, heal the injury, and rest."

A voice in his heart kept urging the thin and tall man, and he also knew that the most important thing he should do at this time is to return to base camp quickly.

But the quagmire that had fallen into the storm seemed to possess some kind of huge magic power, which made him unable to make up his mind to leave.

Although his reason told him that Feng Yun was dead this time, he couldn't see his body, and there was always a trace of anxiety in his heart.

"Okay. That's it."

After hesitating again and again, the thin and tall man finally made a decision.

Flicking his wings, he flew to the top of the quagmire that engulfed the wind and clouds, and then strenuously waved his wings, blowing a violent wind toward it.

He is a metamorphosis warrior, even if it is far from the best condition, the wind blowing is still very big.

In an instant, mud and water began to fly out from the mud.

The mud-water mixture that was blown out of the quagmire flew far away under the strong wind.

In the end, he was still not at ease, and decided to see people and corpses in life, and he was going to try to dig out the storm that had been in the quagmire for a while.

His resentment and hatred towards Fengyun were too deep.

Even if he couldn't kill him personally, Feng Yun's body would be destroyed.

Soon, the location of the quagmire became a big pit that was more than one foot deep and much larger than a house. Still no whereabouts of Fengyun was seen, proving that Fengyun had fallen very deep.

Not reconciled, he continued to flap his wings, but the effect of digging holes began to weaken.

After the quagmire in the storm turned into a big pit, the terrain became low, and the surrounding mud began to flow toward it, preparing to fill it up.

Although the gust of wind blown by the thin and tall man is very strong, it can't stand the continuous replenishment of muddy water, and the effect will inevitably be greatly reduced.

As the depth and area of ​​the mud pits continued to increase, the influx of mud water became more and more, and eventually the thin and tall man had to stop his efforts.

His work has no effect.

As much as the muddy water was blown away by him, immediately how much muddy water poured into the mud pit.

His plan to dig out Fengyun has been impossible to achieve, at least with his own power, there is no way to do it.

Seeing that the water level in the mud pit he dug out with great difficulty is getting higher and higher, the thin man's heart is full of unwillingness.

"Damn it!"

His patience soon reached its limit, and a roar broke out. At the same time, he flapped his wings and shot out a lot of feathers that had been left on his wings.

Their target is the mud pit.

Although he believed that Fengyun was bound to die, he didn't know why he still had a trace of anxiety in his heart, so he made this move.

With hatred, the feathers moved very fast, directly penetrating the muddy mud, disappearing into the mud, without even a single ripple.

"Humph!"

Looking at the mud pit again, he gave out a sneer full of complex emotions, turned around abruptly, flapped his wings, and flew towards the direction of the base camp.

He finally decided to go back.

But just after flying some distance, he suddenly remembered something, raised his head, and yelled: "Qua...Qua..."

What he learned was the crow's cry.

He decided to go back, but the uneasiness in his heart never disappeared, so he decided to call the crows and let them monitor the quagmire that the storm fell.

If what happened, he would be able to know.

In addition, there is a decision in his mind.

After going back this time, we must organize some people to come back again to dig out the quagmire where Fengyun is located. No matter how difficult it is, we must dig him out.

"Q...Q..."

The thin and tall man just learned that the crow didn't yell a few times before he got a response, and a crow flew towards him while yelling.

He continued to cry, ready to attract more crows.

"Ok……"

His expression suddenly changed. He heard the crow's cry change, and a warning came out of it.

"Warning? Warning me?"

The lanky man was unsure of the meaning of the warning in the crow's cry, and he was taken aback.

At the moment he was stunned, a cold air suddenly rushed from behind his back to the top of his head, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to chill.

He didn't fight, but subconsciously folded his wings, and took advantage of their huge area to wrap his whole body tightly.

He couldn't be more familiar with the cold behind him, it was a sign that the danger was coming to him.

Don't look at him as a metamorphic warrior now, running rampant in Lei Ze, and didn't dare to provoke him, but he also had a weak moment.

At that time, he had encountered danger more than once.

Although he doesn't know where the danger comes from, his experience tells that there is absolutely nothing wrong with protecting himself as quickly as possible.

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