It was an armor-piercing awl!
To be more precise, it was an armor-piercing awl that had been modified by the Ghost Assassin and was embedded with a large number of barbs and barbs.
It pierced deep into Big Buck's thigh. With a gentle twist, it tore off a large piece of flesh, dripping with blood.
It also made the thing between Big Buck's legs feel an unprecedented coldness and emptiness.
That was not the end.
The other party seemed to know Big Buck's totem armor and body structure like the back of his hand.
Before the liquid metal covered it, the armor-piercing awl stabbed seven times in a row as fast as lightning.
There were seven ghastly bloody holes in his waist, chest, abdomen, and even under his armpits.
Although the totem armor quickly covered the wounds.
It tried its best to seal the wounds to prevent the loss of blood.
However, wounds torn by such a deadly weapon were too difficult to seal and suture.
Big Buck suddenly felt the world spinning, and his vision turned black.
He let out a hysterical roar, and the horned machete on the totem armor waved wildly, creating a series of sparks on the walls on both sides of the tunnel.
The Ghost Assassin jumped away before he could go berserk, and perfectly blended into the darkness.
This time, no matter how Big Buck tried to open his eyes, he could not detect the other party's silhouette in the darkness.
At this moment, an ominous mechanical sound rang in the darkness again.
As the chains rattled, Big Buck suddenly felt that there were two strange forces pulling his body in different directions from his elbow and ankle.
It turned out that the chains wrapped around the animal trap were connected to two heavy sacks suspended high in the air through a set of pulleys and gears.
When the Ghost Assassin removed the bolts and let the sacks fall to the ground, the gravity increased by the pulleys and immediately tightened the chains.
Big Buck's right arm and left leg were instantly pulled straight by the tightened chains, and his whole body was almost suspended in the air.
His right hand and left leg were in so much pain that they wanted to tear the animal trap off.
Of course, without interference, it was impossible to trap a totem warrior purely by relying on mechanisms.
However, just as Big Buck was about to exert force to tear the chains, the Ghost Assassin appeared behind him again.
Before the totem armor completed its final transformation, the Ghost Assassin used a chain to wrap around Big Buck's neck.
The thin, long, and spiked chain was embedded deep into Big Buck's throat.
Even if the totemic armor covered it, it could only wrap the chains inside.
Big Buck felt as if a ball of raging flame had been shoved into his throat.
All of a sudden, all the air that he had to breathe was burned away.
The ghost assassin crossed the chain behind his neck and wrapped it around his arms.
Then, he leaped up, exerted strength in his arms, and pressed his knees against Big Buck's spine. Like a weight, all his weight was exerted on Big Buck's throat.
Creak, creak, creak.
Big Buck heard a bone-chilling sound as his spine rubbed against the chains.
The seven bloody holes on his body continued to expand as he struggled fiercely. Blood crazily gushed out from under the totemic battle armor.
In particular, the bloody hole at the base of his thigh, apart from the excruciating pain, brought him an uncontrollable fear for any male carbon-based intelligent creature.
His right hand and left leg, on the other hand, felt as if they were first burned in a furnace and then frozen in an ice cave for an entire day and night. He could no longer feel their existence.
What was even more terrifying was that the enemy seemed to have smeared some evil secret medicine on the iron teeth of the trap. The numbness spread upwards like a venomous snake. Very soon, he lost control of his entire right arm and left leg, and the speed at which his consciousness blurred became faster and faster.
As for the tighter and tighter iron chain on his neck, it was as if both ends had been heated in a furnace. Soon, it was burned into an orange-red color, as if it was about to twist his head off.
Pain would always magnify a person's perception of time.
Big Buck felt that he had endured for three days and three nights.
Then, he heard cracking sounds. He sensed that something heavy and solid was cracking from his body and peeling off piece by piece.
"My Totemic Battle Armor has abandoned me?"
Big Buck panicked. "Could it be that even the totemic armor thinks that I'm going to die and doesn't have any hope for me?"
This was his last thought before he fell into darkness.
…
Big Buck was woken up by the pain.
From his teeth to his toes, the extremely clear, intense, and continuous pain made him realize in despair that he did not get a glorious ending — to die a heroic death in battle and become part of the ancestral soul. On the eternal battlefield, he would drink wine and slaughter his enemies all day long.
Instead, he dragged his wounded body and was still imprisoned in the dark, damp, and narrow underground space that was like an ant's nest.
Judging from the same rancid smell and the puddles on the ground, this place was still part of the secret passage.
Next to him were some digging tools such as shovels and pickaxes, as well as a few dirty and tattered clothes.
This should be the place where the slave workers temporarily rested and took a breather when the secret passage was being built.
But next to the digging tools, there were a lot of things that should not have been there.
Big and small knives of all shapes and sizes that Big Buck had never heard of.
There were also small and delicate saws, pliers, and probes.
There were also some strange gadgets that he did not know what they were, but they were emitting a dangerous aura.
All the equipment was brand new. Under the illumination of the four oil lamps in the four corners of the Shack, they emitted a faint silver light.
Big Buck swallowed hard.
He did not want to be the first to try these equipment.
And at this moment …
Big Buck found that although his body was still in extreme pain.
But the animal traps on his right elbow and left ankle had been removed, and the wounds had been simply smeared with ointment.
The seven bloody holes made by the armor-piercing awl were also carelessly plugged with ointment and rags. At least they were no longer spewing blood, but blood slowly seeped out.
The chains deeply embedded in his throat were also untied. But his throat was so swollen that he could not shout. He could only make low and hoarse sounds.
Coupled with the amazing vitality of high-level orcs.
His life was not in danger for the time being.
But this did not mean that he could move freely and escape from this temporarily built devil's den.
Because he was tied tightly to an iron bed made of four or five iron spears.
His hands and feet were locked by barbed chains.
His thighs, waist, and chest were tied by several long whips made of ox tendons. They bound his body, ensuring that he would not be able to move even a finger.
There were also two huge iron hooks on his shoulders, hooked into his shoulder blades.
If he struggled forcefully, he would only tear his shoulder blades into pieces, causing his arms to lose the ability to move.
All of this was clearly reflected by a huge bronze mirror.
That's right, someone had hung a bronze mirror on the ceiling right above his head.
It allowed him to clearly see his originally strong and healthy body, but now, it was in a terrible state.
As well as what would happen next.
"Ah!"
Like most high-level orcs, Big Buck was not afraid of death.
But the scene in front of him was a hundred times more terrifying than death. It completely exceeded the limits of this Ox Warrior's barren imagination.
He let out a hoarse scream.
The rapid rise and fall of his chest affected his wounds. It was as if countless steel needles with burrs were scraping against his bone marrow. It was so painful that he almost fainted.
"If I were you, I would save some of my strength."
From the corner behind the Ox-head Warrior's head, a faint voice sounded. "The search above us has ended. Those nosy fellows have all dispersed. There were only a few screams. There were no corpses, no bloodstains, and not even any dropped weapons. Who knows how many of these things happen in Blackhorn City every night. No one will bother about it to the end.
"I don't think anyone will find out that you're missing before dawn.
"This means that our work can last for the entire night.
"I hope that you can rest well and persevere to the end."
It was a very calm, even gentle voice. When it entered Big Buck's ears, it was no less than the hungry panting of the totem beast behind his head.
He endured the pain and twisted his head with all his might. His cervical vertebrae cracked. Finally, he saw the appearance of the other party through the bronze mirror that was suspended in mid-air.
It was that wretched and cowardly rat-man servant!
He wore a hooded cloak that shrouded his face in the flickering shadows.
He was squatting in the corner, concentrating on studying Big Buck's Totem Armor.
At this moment, Big Buck finally realized that his Totem Armor had been snatched away by the other party in such a despicable and shameless manner.
He immediately felt an emptiness in his body, as if his spine had been sucked out.
The other party was not in a hurry to absorb Big Buck's Totem Armor into his body.
Instead, he took out many bottles filled with viscous, colorful medicinal liquid and dripped them on Big Buck's breastplate, shoulder pads, and wristguards. He carefully observed the reaction of the Totem Armor.
The Totem Armor quickly absorbed all the medicinal liquid.
From a solid state that was as hard as iron, it gradually softened. Circles of ripples appeared on its surface. It even let out an impatient hissing sound, as if it was inviting the rat-man servant.
"This is impossible!"
Big Buck was dumbfounded.
How could a lowly rat-man gain the favor of the Totem Armor?
He immediately reacted. Of course, the other party was not a rat-man. He still remembered that when the other party tightly wrapped around his throat, his arms and knees surged with an astonishing strength.
It was impossible for a rat-man to possess such strength.
This guy's strength was not inferior to his own.
However, what kind of clan warrior would be despicable enough to set up such a sinister trap when he clearly had such great strength!
In the end, the other party did not respond to the invitation of the Totem Armor.
Instead, he used a long robe to carefully wrap the fragments of the Totem Armor.
Then, he slowly got up, took off his hood, and walked toward Big Buck.
Under the flickering firelight, Big Buck saw a blurry reflection in the bronze mirror.
Hair that was like black flames.
Black eyes that were as deep as the night sky.
This unique characteristic caused Big Buck to be inconsolable.
"We finally meet again, Mr. Big Buck. Oh, you should have seen me in the Blood Skull Arena, or at least knew of my existence. But at that time, you didn't care because you thought that I couldn't remember you when I was unconscious. You thought that I couldn't remember you and the things you did. You thought that I had long forgotten about you."
Meng Chao walked to the side of Big Buck's bull head and gently held his bull horn. He lowered his head and said softly, "But, unfortunately, I did not forget about you.
"Even when I was in the deepest part of the dungeon in the dirty water, dying, I did not forget about you for even a second, the brave Bull Head Warrior, the honorable member of Blood Hoof, Mr. Big Buck."
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