"Are you sure it's them?"
As soon as Li Huailin approached, he heard the conversation between the Oracles. Li Huailin immediately asked, "Them? Who are they? "
"Huh?" The Oracles turned around in surprise. After all, this was a conversation between the Oracles. They didn't expect someone to interrupt them. Among the Oracles, Li Huailin only knew two of them: Winlance and Wuyers. Li Huailin had seen the other three Oracles before, but he didn't greet them.
"Who are you?" Among them, Li Huailin didn't know the Oracle with the name "Ducker" above his head said to Li Huailin. His tone wasn't very friendly either. Obviously, even in this situation, these Oracles were still extremely arrogant. In their opinion, they didn't have the right to interrupt their discussion.
"He's one of mine." At this moment, the only one who spoke up for Li Huailin was Winlance. His Favorability with Li Huailin was very high. He couldn't be bothered to explain too much, so he directly said that Li Huailin was one of his people. After all, Li Huailin had promised him that he would be his God's Servant after obtaining the Godly Throne. Winlance wasn't lying when he said this.
"One of your people?" Ducker was slightly taken aback. He looked at Wen Lan and Li Huailin with a strange expression. No one knew what he was thinking. However, at this moment, Wuyirs also said, "I've met this lower realm person before. He's quite smart and calm. We can let him help us analyze this."
That's right. Because Wuyers had been slapped by Li Huailin, his Favorability with Li Huailin was not full, but it was still positive. Therefore, he spoke up for Li Huailin. This was the benefit of having a high Favorability. NPCs would naturally speak up for you when they were writing from memory.
Hearing Wuyers' words, Ducker nodded slightly and said, "Just like what I said before, I suspect that these creatures might be war machines of the Marshula Tribe."
"Marshula Tribe?" Li Huailin was a bit surprised. "What tribe is that?"
Ducker glared at Li Huailin. Even though there were two Oracles protecting Li Huailin, he thought it was already a great favor to let Li Huailin listen. How dare Li Huailin keep asking questions? This was really a little impudent. But at this moment, Wen Lan asked curiously, "What's a Marshula tribe? I haven't heard of it. "
"It's normal that you haven't heard of it." Durkel answered Winlance's question, "Because they should have been wiped out long ago …"
"Old clan?" Wen Lan frowned.
"I've heard of the Marshula Tribe," another Oracle said. "However, I've never met them. I've heard Lord God talk about a battle in the past."
"Yes. The new Protoss probably don't know about the Marshula Tribe anymore," Durkel said, nodding. Ducker nodded and said, "Although I have been to the battlefield in the past, I don't know much about the situation of the Marshula tribe. However, based on the current situation, it should be them."
"Old clan?" Li Huailin listened for a while and discovered two things. First, the positions of these Oracles seemed to be quite high. Durkel was the oldest and could be considered the leader of this group. On the other hand, Winlance was the youngest, so he didn't have much of a position. It seemed like the other Oracles didn't think highly of this young Oracle. The second thing was that this attack came from the forces of the old clans.
This version was originally related to the old clan. Li Huailin also felt that the old clan that appeared might not only be the Evil Demons and the White Dragons that he recruited previously. There should be other strange people that would appear. Of course, they all had a grudge against the Protoss, so it was not a problem for them to attack the Protoss. However, he didn't expect them to be the ones who attacked this time. Could it be that he guessed wrong? Does this matter have nothing to do with the Divine Sword?
"What kind of race is the Marshula Tribe? Are they very strong?" Winlance continued to ask.
"They are a very troublesome race. Back then, our Protoss spent a lot of effort to eliminate them. I thought they were already extinct. I didn't expect them to appear again," Durkel said with a frown. "It seems like this matter isn't as simple as it seems."
"Their combat power is that strong?" Wuyls asked. As he asked, he pointed at the battlefield beside him. "But from what I can see, their combat power seems ordinary. Look at their battle machines. They don't seem to be as powerful as we thought. Although they are still a threat to ordinary people, a Saint from the Mortal World can …"
"It's not that simple." Wuyls was interrupted by Durkel before he could finish. "First of all, the Marshula Tribe is a plant race. Look at the things on this battle machine. The beast's carcass is their parasite, and the mushrooms on it are their real bodies."
"Plant race?" The few Oracles around them were stunned. It seemed like they didn't know much. They probably only heard about this race from others. The only one who knew more about it was Durkel.
"Yes, they reproduce by parasitizing other creatures. Once they are parasitized, these creatures will slowly die within a few days or dozens of days. Then, their corpses will become nutrients for the Marshula Tribe. New Marshula Tribesmen will be born, or they will be directly modified into battle machines. The ones that are attacking us now are these modified battle machines," Durkel said.
"Then, Termis …" Winlance said.
"Yes, he is also parasitized." Durkel nodded. "Currently, he is completely controlled by the Marshula Tribe. The plants in his body can make him self-destruct or make him do something else. The only person who can save him is Lord Kami."
"What, this …" Winlance was very anxious. It seemed like his relationship with Termis was quite good.
"There is no other way. The Marshula Tribesmen can now control the parasitic plants in his body and make them produce a large amount of explosive material. We can't save him," Durkel said. "He is still alive now because the Marshula Tribesmen haven't done anything yet."
Li Huailin looked to the side. As expected, Termis was lying not far from them. He was no longer moving. Because Termis wasn't wearing a cloak, Li Huailin also noticed that mushrooms had begun to grow on his body. He looked a little disgusting.
"Then what do we do now? How can we save Termis?" Winlance asked immediately.
"Now isn't the time to think about how to save him," Durkel said. "We have to think about the Marshula Tribe."
"Then let's get rid of their war machines now," Winlance said immediately.
"No, I just said that what you see now is just a small problem," Durkel said. As he spoke, he pointed at the monsters in the middle of the field and said, "Do you think that if the Marshula Tribe only had these war machines, our Lord Kami would still be worried about them? If I remember correctly, these war machines are the weakest of their weapons. "
"The weakest?" Everyone was shocked. Even Li Huailin was a little surprised. Although these monsters couldn't beat a Saint-tier, their combat power was strong enough. He didn't expect them to be the weakest.
"I said before that the Marshula Tribe's war machines were modified by parasitizing other creatures. Look at these parasitized creatures. They are actually just ordinary creatures. In that era, creatures of this size were the lowest creatures. It was the era of giant beasts."
"This … could it be …" When Durkel said this, everyone seemed to have understood.
"Yes, if I remember correctly, the ones that have appeared now are the smallest ones. They are called 'evil hound' war machines. They were just miscellaneous soldiers on the battlefield in the past. There are a lot of them, but they can't be considered combat power. They are only used for interference and reconnaissance. The real combat power is the huge war machines called 'Battleship Class' …" Durkel said.
"Battleship Class? Are they very strong? "someone asked immediately.
"They are very difficult to deal with, and there were a lot of them back then," Durkel said. "I didn't encounter them when I participated in the war because the people above told me to run if I saw one of this level. I was only responsible for dealing with the evil hound ones. And now … I don't know if I can deal with the Battleship Class war machines. "
"In other words, they are at least Saint-tier and above?" Li Huailin said.
"The Saint-tier from the Lower Realm was not considered combat power back then. They were just miscellaneous soldiers," Durkel said with a mocking tone. "Above Saint-tier? To the Battleship Class, the Saint-tier was just a miscellaneous soldier. "
"Will the Marshula Tribe bring out the Battleship Class war machines now?" Winlance asked.
"Back then, the Protoss should have destroyed the Battleship Class war machines, but … if they dare to attack the Protoss now, they should at least have the Battleship Class war machines," Durkel said. "If it's one or two, we might be able to deal with them, but more than that …"
Everyone nodded, roughly understanding what Ducker meant.
However, Durkel didn't stop. He continued, "What I'm most worried about is not the Battleship Class …"
"There are … stronger ones?" Hearing Durkel's words, everyone was stunned.
"Back then, there were things like ancient giant beasts. Once they were modified by parasites, more troublesome things would appear," Durkel said. "Leviathan Class …"
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