Chapter 88: War Puppet

After understanding the situation, Hu Feng quickly left.

“Lord, do you really think he can complete the task alone and destroy the terrifying Temple of Terror in the Chaos Burial Valley?”

Watching Hu Feng’s retreating figure, a strategist in a green shirt walked up to Weinberg.

According to the scouts’ reports, the number of Undead Creatures in the Chaos Burial Valley was increasing. Besides the fearsome Twelfth Step Dark Knights, a large number of Undead Creatures such as Skeleton Warriors and Zombie Warriors had also gathered there. Although Hu Feng was power ful, it was almost impossible for him to complete the task single-handedly.

“Rakeja, what do you think?”

Weinberg smiled coldly and glanced meaningfully at the strategist in the green shirt beside him, then continued, “If he smoothly destroys the Temple of Terror, it proves he indeed has the qualifications to form an alliance. If he doesn’t have that strength and dies in the Chaos Burial Valley, wouldn’t that be good too?”

The strategist in the green shirt, Rakeja, nodded and twirled his graying beard. “Blackwater, Blackwater… such a name is very rare on the continent. A top-tier Stronger this powerful couldn’t be obscure in the Wasteland, unless… he comes from…”

“Black Horn!”

Weinberg and the strategist in the green shirt spoke in unison, their hearts shaking together.

Black Horn, one of the Four Great Cities under heaven, was a household name on the continent. Every elite of the Black Horn Team was a top-tier Stronger standing at the peak of Cultivation. It was said that every few hundred years, Black Horn would cultivate an Evil Prodigy-like genius who had to wander alone in the Wasteland for ten years before joining the Black Horn Team. From then on, they would gallop across the continent and wander among Planes; any one of them brought out was a top-tier Stronger who could stand alone!

“Needing a large amount of manpower and population, could it be that he possesses a new city and has just started developing it vigorously?”

Weinberg was meticulous in his thinking. He silently weighed the possibilities and decisively made up his mind. He whispered a few instructions into the ear of the strategist in the green shirt, Rakeja. The latter quickly left, and soon, a large number of notices recruiting craftsmen and refugees were posted on the city gate, promising generous conditions. Refugees from thousands of miles around swarmed in after hearing the news.

Although he tried to appear calm on the surface, Weinberg had been worried about the Morgan Family’s revenge and didn’t know how to face the family’s censure. If Hu Feng was really a genius from Black Horn, things would be different. With Black Horn’s support, he would have no fear even if the Morgan Family attacked with all their strength. Perhaps, with Black Horn’s support, it wasn’t impossible for him to become a local Overlord!

Weinberg, with his great ambition and strategy, saw an opportunity to rise!

More than a hundred miles north of Sand City, there was a long and narrow valley with high mountains and dense forests. Even in broad daylight, it was gloomy and filled with ghostly energy.

Originally, this was a prosperous Settlement where people came and went. Unfortunately, it was destroyed overnight by a group of Wandering Hunters and turned into ruins. Everyone was slaughtered cleanly. Since then, it became a dedicated mass grave. The bodies of refugees were all thrown here and hastily buried, some even discarded casually.

The gloomy Chaos Burial Valley was thus forgotten by people, and no one paid attention to this creepy valley. But recently, a large group of Twelfth Step Dark Knights that suddenly appeared quickly caught people’s attention.

In order to wipe out these evil creatures, Sand City sent a large number of elites. They unexpectedly discovered a huge Temple of Terror deep in the valley, which had appeared at some unknown time. Shocked, they quickly gathered elite soldiers to encircle and suppress them. Unexpectedly, the evil Dark Knights grew in number, and the situation became more and more ominous. Fortunately, these evil creatures only wandered inside the valley and never stepped out of the gloomy valley, which prevented large-scale panic.

When Sand City posted notices recruiting a large number of craftsmen and refugees, Hu Feng quietly arrived at the gloomy Chaos Burial Valley.

“Little Demon, there are towering trees everywhere here. According to you, this is your home base. I’ll leave the task of collecting the Temple of Terror to you!” Standing outside the valley looking at the gloomy valley, Hu Feng smiled and knocked on the huge head of the Tree Demon Stanley beneath him, telling him to speed up.

“Uh… Lord, I seem to have encountered a problem in my Cultivation recently. I have no strength all over. I’m afraid…”

Looking at the large group of Dark Knights wandering in the valley, the Tree Demon quickly thought of backing down.

As a Fourteenth Step Tree Demon, dealing with a few Twelfth Step Dark Knights was no problem at all. But if thousands or hundreds of Dark Knights rushed up together, he feared that even having many tree roots wouldn’t be enough; he would be chopped into tree stumps and used as firewood in an instant. Moreover, there might be terrifying Horror Knights lurking in the valley. He wouldn’t need many; just one or two lurking there would be enough to deal with him.

After advancing to a Thirteenth Step Horror Knight, every Dark Knight’s combat power would advance by leaps and bounds. They could instantly erupt with several times, or even a dozen times, the power of a heavy strike. Among Thirteenth Step creatures, they could walk sideways. Ordinary Fourteenth Step creatures would not easily block their sharp edge when encountering such extremely evil guys.

“Hehe, no strength? Did you secretly go do something bad?” Hu Feng smiled broadly, making the Tree Demon’s hair stand on end. “Little Demon, are you going or not? Do you still want those fresh and tender Night Elves? Let me tell you, that lecherous old skeleton Saratos has been eyeing that group of Elves for a long time. He has looked for me who knows how many times. He can see them but can’t eat them, so anxious that bubbles form on his mouth. Originally, I reserved the sexiest and prettiest ones for you. If you don’t want them, then forget it!”

“Yes, yes, I want them! Uh, I’m so pitiful, I’m the most pitiful. Why is it always me who rushes up first every time!”

The Tree Demon nodded hurriedly. Then, bracing himself, he broke into the gloomy valley alone. In terms of strength, he was many times weaker than the Holy Angel Taliana. In terms of speed, compared to the Djinn Queen Cindy, he couldn’t catch up even if he whipped his horse. Helplessly, every time there was danger, he was the first to go. He got injured the most times, got scolded the most times, and his head was almost knocked broken by Hu Feng’s fingers. How depressing!

Roar…

Seeing the tall figure of the Tree Demon Stanley, a Dark Knight wandering near the entrance pounced over in unison and let out a low, powerful roar. The Tree Demon did not dare to neglect and quickly extended his tough tree roots to tightly entangle the opponent. Unexpectedly, with a flash of cold light, the tough tree roots were suddenly cut off by the sharp knight’s sword. The ice-cold Dark Knight made a sudden thrust, instantly riding the Ghost Warhorse right in front of him, raising the shining broadsword high. Behind him, a group of gloomy Skeletons emerged, marching with ‘clack, clack’ sounds as they killed their way over.

Quadruple heavy strike!

The Tree Demon’s tree roots were extremely tough. Ordinary swords and spears couldn’t pierce through them at all. But under the Dark Knight’s heavy strike, they were cut off at once.

“Little Demon, to the left, lure the Dark Knight on the left over!”

Just as the Tree Demon was preparing to counterattack with all his might, Hu Feng, lurking in the darkness, suddenly made his move. The Magic Crystal and Soul Crystal in his body accelerated their operation, surging out pure Death Aura, which turned into a thick Dark Mist, covering the area within a thousand meters. Behind him appeared a massive Grand Puppet Demon God Phantom, pitch black, ice-cold, as if cast from cold steel. There was not a trace of emotional fluctuation, and the cold air was pressing.

Grand Puppet Demon God!

Taking advantage of the moment the Dark Knight’s attention was focused on the Tree Demon, Hu Feng suddenly struck. Under the cover of the Dark Mist, a streak of black light accurately hit the Dark Knight’s glabella, penetrating into his mind. In an instant, the Dark Knight, who had raised his knight’s sword high and was preparing to unleash a thunderous strike, shook all over and stood motionless like a puppet. Then, he turned and pounced on the numerous Skeleton Warriors.

War Puppet!

Hu Feng used the Grand Puppet Technique and succeeded in one strike, directly turning the unsuspecting Dark Knight into a powerful puppet warrior. The Chaos Burial Valley was narrow and gloomy. The further one went in, the more Dark Knights wandered there. He certainly didn’t intend to march deep alone and kill his way in. The Tree Demon rushing at the very front was undoubtedly an attractive bait.