As the Wolf King spoke with growing excitement, his voice took on a faintly hysterical edge.
Meng Chao pictured a Minotaur Warrior with the back of a tiger and waist of a bear, a bronze head and iron brow, clad in beast hides and steeped in savage wilderness. He was swinging a Mandala Tree trunk, with an enormous triceratops head impaled on its end. The head was somehow still alive, its bloodthirsty eyes blazing with soul-seizing light, its gaping maw still capable of thunderous roars—a scene of boundless ferocity, savagery, and shock.
He counted himself fortunate once more.
Fortunately, he had extensive experience exploring ruins and knew the miserable ends that usually awaited those who became deeply enthralled by Primordial Summoning and could not pull themselves free. That was why he had not been easily beguiled by the mysterious power emanating from the depths of the gigantic skeletal fossil.
It was true that he was tempted.
But the Death Trigon was so vicious that it was not something he could digest and absorb at his current level.
As for the massive spinal column beside the Death Trigon, stretching like a train from hell, the Wolf King knew a little about its origins as well.
It was said to have come from a Totem Beast known as the Abyss Demon Worm.
When this terrifying monster first appeared in the nightmares of the Turan Orcs, it had been no longer than half an arm and thinner than even a Turan Orc's finger, as harmless as an earthworm.
Yet this "little earthworm" possessed mouthparts sharper than those of a seven-star lamprey, suction stronger than octopus suckers, and could secrete a leech-like paralytic toxin that kept its prey utterly unaware of its presence.
Only after it used those sharp mouthparts to tear open its