Chapter 272

? As soon as the feathers were separated from the tall and thin man's wings, Feng Yun made a move that shocked him. His body suddenly jumped to the left and jumped into a quagmire. ?`

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

"This this……"

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

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

Anyone who has lived in Lei Ze knows the danger of the quagmire.

As a native of Lei Ze, the thin and tall man is very clear about the danger of the quagmire. He even witnessed many times that people accidentally fell into the quagmire and died.

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

In other words, if he was separated from Fengyun, no matter how much trouble and danger he encountered, he would definitely not jump into the quagmire.

In his opinion, this is no different from suicide.

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

Once in the quagmire, people will always sink down, and it is almost impossible to get out of the quagmire again.

The quagmire is filled with a mixture of mud and water, and there is no way to rely on it. Not only that, but the mixture also has a lot of stickiness, which will stick people firmly, and it is almost as difficult to get out.

In addition, the most deadly is breathing problems.

After falling into the mire, the mouth and nose will be closed by the muddy water mixture, and it will no longer be possible to breathe.

Breathing is a must. This is true whether it is an ordinary person or a totem warrior.

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

If you let him not breathe all the time, he can't do it either. ? If he can't breathe for a long time, he will die.

Unable to come out and unable to breathe, the tall and thin man really couldn't imagine why Fengyun would do this.

He rubbed his eyes,

He looked over to the quagmire where Fengyun disappeared, and found that there was indeed no sign of him there, so he had to admit that what he saw before was indeed true.

He flapped his wings, which had few feathers left, to make himself a little higher than the ground. It seemed that he was worried that Fengyun would suddenly jump out of the quagmire, grab him, and pull him into it together.

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

In his heart, because of Fengyun's stupid behavior, he is already dead, and even if he is not dead now, at most he is just lingering on his last breath. Once the breath-holding reaches the limit, he will surely die.

This way of dying is also extremely painful and terrible. Even compared to watching myself being pecked off bit by bit by the god crows and dying with my own eyes, it is definitely not much better.

So to a certain extent, his revenge should be regarded as revenge, but he still feels very lost, and he must not have the joy/feeling of revenge.

This is not what he wanted.

He wanted revenge, but the premise must be that Fengyun died in his hands.

Fengyun's death at this moment is in his opinion. It was suicide at all, and had nothing to do with him directly.

This gave him a kind of effort to punch the enemy, but the result was that he hit the air, not only was there no pleasure, but it also seemed very uncomfortable.

"ah……"

I endured it for a while. The thin and tall man couldn't bear it any longer, he raised his head to the sky and howled loudly, using it to vent his disappointment and depression.

After shouting, he felt a little more comfortable, so he turned his gaze to the quagmire where Fengyun fell, and was unwilling to leave for a long time.

According to his inner thoughts, he wished he could also jump into the quagmire, pull him out, slowly clean him up, and torture him.

But his reason stopped him. ??`

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

If he died in the quagmire like Fengyun, it would be too worthless.

Compared with the pleasure/feeling of slashing enemies, he obviously cares more about his own safety.

Besides, his prospects are bright now.

The long-awaited great cause of ruling the entire Lei Ze is about to come true, and he is not willing to let himself into a desperate situation because of a momentary mood.

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

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

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

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

"ah……"

When chasing and killing Fengyun, his attention was all on him, which played a role in diverting attention, and he was not very sensitive to his own feelings. Obviously, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't help moaning Voice.

"Go back, go back quickly, heal the wound, rest."

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

But that quagmire that has fallen into Fengyun seems to have some kind of huge magic power, which makes him unable to make up his mind to leave.

Although his rationality told him that Fengyun was dead this time, but he couldn't see his body, so he was always worried.

"Okay. That's it."

After much hesitation, the tall and thin man finally made a decision.

Flapping its wings, it flew over the quagmire that engulfed Fengyun, and then waved its wings vigorously, blowing gusts of wind towards it.

He is a metamorphosis warrior, even though he is far from the best condition now, the wind is still very strong.

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

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

In the end, he was still worried, and decided to see people and corpses for life, and he was going to try to dig out Fengyun, who had been mired in the quagmire for a while.

His resentment and hatred towards Fengyun was too deep.

Even if he couldn't be killed with his own hands, Fengyun's body must be destroyed.

Soon, the location of the quagmire turned into a big pit about one foot deep and much larger than a house. There was still no trace of Fengyun, which proved that Fengyun had sunk very deep.

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

After the quagmire that fell into Fengyun turned into a big pit, the terrain became lower, and the surrounding muddy water began to flow towards it, ready to fill it up.

Although the gust of wind blown by the thin and tall man was strong, it couldn't hold back the continuous replenishment of muddy water, so the effect would inevitably be greatly reduced.

As the depth and area of ​​the mud pit continued to increase, more muddy water poured in, and finally the tall and thin man had to stop his efforts.

His work has no effect.

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

His plan to dig out Fengyun is no longer possible, at least with his own strength, there is no way to do it.

Seeing that the water level in the mud pit he finally dug was getting higher and higher, the tall and thin man was full of unwillingness.

"Damn it!"

His patience quickly reached its limit, and he let out a roar. At the same time, he flapped his wings, and the few remaining feathers on his wings shot out a lot.

Their target is the mud pit.

Although he believed that Fengyun was bound to die, but for some reason, he still felt a little uneasy in his heart, so he made this move.

Out of hatred, Feather's speed was very fast, it directly penetrated the turbid quagmire, and disappeared into the quagmire without even a single ripple appearing.

"snort!"

Looking at the mud pit again, he gave 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 for a certain distance, he suddenly remembered something, raised his head, and yelled loudly: "Quack...quack..."

He imitated the cry of a crow.

He decided to go back, but the anxiety in his heart never dissipated, so he decided to call the crows and let them monitor the quagmire where Fengyun fell.

If something happened, he would be able to know.

Besides, there was another decision in his mind.

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

"Quack...quack..."

The thin and tall man had just imitated the crow's croaking a few times before he got a response. A crow flew towards him while croaking.

He continued to call, preparing to attract more crows.

"Um……"

His expression changed suddenly, and he heard a change in the crow's cry, which revealed a warning.

"Warning? Warn me of what?"

The thin and tall man couldn't understand the meaning of the warning in the crow's call, so he couldn't help being stunned.

For the moment he was in a daze, a gust of cold air suddenly rushed from his back to the top of his head, making him unable to bear the urge to shiver.

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

He was all too familiar with the cold air coming from behind, it was a harbinger of danger coming to him.

Don't look at him as a metamorphosis warrior now, rampaging in Lei Ze, and didn't dare to provoke him, but he also has weak times.

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

Although he didn't know where the danger came from, his experience told him that there was absolutely nothing wrong with protecting oneself as quickly as possible. (To be continued.)