Chapter 259 Barbarian Hatred

The Iron Ghost Wolf Cavalry immediately attracted the attention of many people when they entered the underworld. Both the ghost walkers and the corpse-driving craftsmen could not help but look at this obviously more ferocious army.

Seeing these wolf cavalrymen, they could not help but discuss in a low voice. Some people were wondering whether these wolf cavalrymen were more powerful than the previous ones.

Some people with sharp eyes recognized that the ghost wolf beast this time was obviously not at the same level as the previous paper wolf beast.

Some things can be seen just by the momentum they exude, such as the unique breath of the ghost wolf beast when they approached them.

The feeling of ordinary people facing lions and tigers, as if they would pounce on them and rip them open in the next moment.

It was just strange that among the wolf cavalrymen, there was a huge black dog that looked like a black lion and was not driven by a soldier.

Until the wolf cavalry left the barracks, many people were wondering what the origin of the black giant dog that looked extraordinary was.

"Could it be the pet of that lord?"

"It's possible!"

"Tsk tsk, that dog looks different, those wolf beasts seem to be a little afraid of it!"

"..."

The wolf cavalry had not walked far outside the military camp when a ray of light flashed in the sky, and then the strange iron statue appeared in front of the wolf cavalry.

"Woof woof woof!"

As if he smelled a familiar breath on the strange iron statue, Wangcai immediately ran to the strange iron statue and shouted.

"Okay, okay, next you just listen to me and be my mount!"

Lin Feng patted Wangcai's head and then turned over and rode on it. This guy's current strength is more than enough to carry the strange iron statue!

"Woo woo~"

But Wangcai was obviously still a little uncomfortable, and whispered to Lin Feng.

"Let's go!"

Lin Feng ignored it. Since this guy chose to enter the underworld, he naturally had to let it suffer a little, and by the way, he would quickly improve its strength.

As Lin Feng's order was issued, the wolf cavalry immediately set up a formation and began to accelerate and charge towards the distance.

"Boom~"

Accompanied by the smoke and dust, this Weird Iron Wolf Cavalry Unit officially began hunting in the underworld. Not long after, two units led by the Paper Man General also joined in.

In this way, the number of the entire cavalry unit has now exceeded 10,000. At the same time, there are two generals with the strength of the Disaster Ghost level and ten generals with the Fierce Ghost level in the unit.

With these combat forces and Lin Feng's Weird Iron Statue, the combat effectiveness of the entire cavalry unit can be said to be extremely strong.

Now they can go to most places in the underworld, but just to be on the safe side, Lin Feng still did not let this cavalry unit leave too far.

Currently, the main focus is still on hunting weirdness and collecting various resources in the underworld.

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At the same time, in the area where the Barbarian Saint is located in the Netherworld, the half-crippled Barbarian Saint is soaking in the blood pool and roaring angrily.

Since he escaped from Lin Feng, his own situation has been deteriorating, especially after Lin Feng sacrificed his half body to the Book Writing Ghost, which damaged his foundation.

Because theoretically, if the half of his body he lost could be found, he could be reassembled in the end.

But now Lin Feng directly sacrificed that half of his body to Shu Zhuan Gui, which undoubtedly cut off his hope!

Having lost half of the body of a saint, his own strength was naturally severely damaged, and now he might not even be able to exert half of his original strength.

If it weren't for the blood lake under him that could nourish his body, his situation would probably be even more miserable now.

The origin of this blood lake is not simple. It is the accumulation of blood sacrifices of various barbarian tribes for hundreds and thousands of years. I don't know how much blood and spiritual essence of living people are fused in it, which is also of great use to saints.

"Wutuo!"

But at this time, a huge crow with gray feathers all over its body quietly appeared beside the blood lake.

This crow looked scarlet-eyed, huge, and constantly exuded the smell of filth and death.

But this crow was able to speak human language and call out the name of this barbarian saint.

"Turag!"

Hearing the crow's cry, the Barbarian Saint immediately stood up from the blood pool, revealing his body with hideous and horrible injuries.

The lower body he lost earlier has now been barely repaired by using other strange limbs through special means.

But the connection between these limbs and the body, that is, the wounds forcibly torn by the broken sword, still exist.

The Barbarian Saint has no way to repair these wounds, and can only be barely relieved by soaking in the blood pool.

At this time, he saw the crow and immediately understood that another Barbarian Saint had come, so he also called out the other party's name.

"Kusagala!"

The gray giant crow shook its wings and then said this sentence again.

"Bang!"

The Barbarian Saint was furious when he heard it, because the meaning of the sentence just now indicated that the barbarian tribes of Yunzhou had now withdrawn.

But no matter how angry he was, he couldn't change anything now, because his failed barbarian forces had to withdraw from Yunzhou.

Even if they were unwilling to admit defeat, the situation they would face next would only be more cruel. At that time, he would not be able to play much of a role in his current state, and could only let the Barbarian Saint face the terrible enemy alone.

"Um..."

Then the gray giant crow spoke again, but this time the content of his speech gradually calmed down the Barbarian Saint who was in a rage.

Because the other party had already received a lot of information about the Great Xia Saint, the more he knew, the more he could understand the other party's horror.

More importantly, he also heard that the corpse owner who had been in the world for hundreds of years seemed to have died in the hands of the other party!

You know, the corpse owner is a long-standing figure, with fierce strength and a terrifying body. I don't know how many saints have fought with him and didn't get any benefits.

But such a person was killed by that terrifying guy now!

Thinking of this, he was even a little fortunate. If it weren't for the help of the saints of the same tribe, he would have died 100%.

The longer you live, the more afraid you are of death, and this is especially true for saints like them who have lived for who knows how many years and have a long lifespan!

In order to survive for a long time, they would try any method, including blood sacrifice, human sacrifice, harvesting believers, collecting corpses of strong men, etc.

Finally, when the gray giant crow flew away, the barbarian saint sank his body into the blood pool again, but his eyes, like those of a beast, were still open.

At this moment, anger, fear, violence and humiliation continued to surge in the heart of this barbarian saint.