Meng Chao's target was the Totem Armor.
Nearly every Raging Lion Warrior, Tiger Man Warrior, and wolf assassin wore high-grade battle armor with histories stretching back centuries or even millennia, infused with the combat experience of generations of orc warriors.
These ultimate individual combat weapons had once been worth a fortune, enough to stir up a storm of blood and gore, making High-Level Orcs fight one another until their brains splattered.
Yet because of the sudden upheaval, they had been scattered throughout the entire ravine, reduced to rubbish that could be picked up at any moment.
Although the owners of these Totem Armors had already perished, some even torn into pieces.
The armor fragments that had broken apart and were slowly peeling away from and fleeing the corpses still retained a bizarre vitality.
Sunlight pierced through the Blood Mist hanging over the ravine, turning into an elusive crimson sea that shone upon the armor fragments, causing ripples to spread across them as though they were breathing.
It made the armor fragments resemble severed leeches soaking in a pool of blood, slowly wriggling.
Walking amid countless armor fragments, Meng Chao felt an exceedingly strange sensation.
The sunlight was reflected and broken apart by the curved surfaces of the armor fragments, transforming into halos of light that danced demonically. They pierced his retinas as though interfering with his Brainwaves, giving him auditory and visual hallucinations.
Through those halos, he seemed to see ten thousand horses galloping, charging across the battlefield, sweeping away armies, winning merit and glory... scenes no warrior could refuse.
He also heard roars, battle cries, screams, the clashing of blades, and the sounds of war hammers and battle axes smashing fiercely into shields and even City Gates.
The sounds were enough to make any High-Level Orc's blood boil beyond