Tiger King shot Wolf King a vicious glare.
"Put away your Totem Armor, and do not release even a wisp of Totem Power. If danger arises, resist it with nothing but the strength of your flesh and blood!"
Tiger King turned and issued orders to the Tiger Man Warriors. "Also, watch out for the bones and weapons scattered through the swamp. This is where the ancestral spirits rest, protected by Totem Power. Many things may not have decayed and rotted as they would outside. For all we know, plenty of broken bones and sharp spikes are still razor-sharp. Do not let them cut your skin and draw blood—not even a single drop. Understood?"
The Tiger Man Warriors and Jackal Warriors answered in unison.
Those qualified to follow Tiger King and Wolf King deep into the Holy Mountain were all battle-hardened experts, as well as the main force for the coming Era of Glory.
They had long learned from ancient War Epics how to deal with the Night Watchmen, mages, Holy Light Priests, Dwarf Cannons, and elven poison blades of the Holy Light Faction.
They also understood the characteristics of Slaughter Angels—Evil Energy Puppets.
They knew that dormant Evil Energy Puppets could be awakened by Totem Power or Turan Orc blood, transforming from what looked like scrap-metal wreckage into incomparably ferocious war machines that would not rest until death.
"Lead the way!"
Tiger King nodded in satisfaction and fixed Wolf King with another stare.
"Jackal" Kanus opened his mouth, but he did not dare argue further. He gestured to the Jackal Warriors under his command, had them withdraw their Totem Armor, and check one another for tiny cuts scratched open by rocks or thorns, lest blood seep out in the swamp and draw a sudden attack from Evil Energy Puppets.
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