Final Lord

Chapter 92 Unbearable Itch

"Well, of course. Don't you see who I am? I'll go retrieve that poisoned dagger." The Crow Assassin transformed into a crow again and landed next to the Fool. But the moment the blade was pulled out, the Fool's fur suddenly exploded, and its entire body swelled up like an over-inflated ball.

"Back off!" the crows hurriedly warned their companions to retreat, but it was too late. As soon as he shouted, the straw monster exploded.

boom!
The lavender dust gushed out radially, covering the Crow Assassin's entire body. The moment the dust penetrated his visor, he smelled a sweet, fishy fragrance.

"This damn thing is a new type of monster with a deathrattle effect that activates when it dies. What bad luck, I ran into this thing."

Crow Assassin Mark flew back to the treetop with a gloomy look on his face.

His companion was a little distance away from him, but still asked with concern: "How is Mark? Are you okay?"

"There's no pain, no health points dropping, and I don't know what the poison is."

"Mark, do you want to go back and ask the master? The master is a mage and should be able to help you identify it."

Mark's face was full of disgust. "Forget it. I'd rather be poisoned to death than go after him. You know his temper, it's stinky and disgusting. He may not help me later, but he will definitely scold me. I really don't know why the leader insisted on following him."

Mark turned back into a crow and said, "We'd better find Kate quickly. If we waste too much time, he'll punish us again."

A few crows had just flown for a while when Mark landed in the air, one leg raised irregularly and scratching his neck. The purple powder embedded in the gaps between his feathers was melting with sweat and gradually seeping into his skin.

"Mark, what's wrong with you?" Several crow companions landed aside, not daring to approach, and asked from a distance.

"It's itchy, it's so itchy."

Mark turned back into human form. His nails scratched his collarbone, leaving bloody marks, but he still couldn't stop the piercing itch.

"You guys fly behind me and help me check my back."

"Caw!" The crows circled behind Mark and were all startled.

Mark's skin, which was originally covered with feathers, was now covered with countless large and small bumps, like irregularly growing mushrooms.

"Why don't you go back to find your master..."

Before the crows could finish their words, they suddenly heard Mark's screams in their ears.

"Ah! It's itchy! It's so itchy! Quick, help me scratch it, help me scratch it!"

Mark sat on the mushroom tree and rubbed his back against it desperately.

The essence of tickling is to mask the itch with pain. Smooth mushroom trees obviously don't have much effect.

The itching on Mark's body became more and more severe, and his uncontrollable screams became louder and louder.

The bewildered crows didn't notice that the mushrooms thirty meters away suddenly trembled simultaneously. Countless spore flies soared from the back of the cap, gathering into a black cloud that obscured the sky.

Chi!

Numerous mushroom caps simultaneously spewed out black spore dust, and countless spore flying insects mixed in the dust swooped down towards the crows!
"what!"

"Oh no! Enemy attack!" Mark, still scratching his itch, heard his companion's screams. He had just raised his crossbow when he felt a piercing pain behind his ear. Three flying insects burrowed into his unfastened helmet, their sharp mouthparts piercing his scalp. As he desperately killed the flies, the detonation of the insects attracted more.

Similar scenes appeared everywhere on the way the crows were marching. Of the approximately 500 crows, more than 300 were targeted by spore flies. Only a part of the crows led by Lincoln himself was spared because they were located in the rear.

In the chaotic swarm of insects, some crow troops have been completely wiped out, and some are still struggling to survive, but in front of the ever-gathering army of spore flies, their complete annihilation is only a matter of time.

The most terrifying existence on the outskirts of the Black Forest, the inexhaustible spore flies, has started a new feast.

And this time, the person who was brought to the table was the bystander who had just been watching at the table!
……

"Crack!"

In Lincoln's hand, the crystal ball suddenly exploded.

He swung his staff to create a shield to block the crystal ball fragments.

Recalling the scene in the crystal ball just now, of the Crow Army fleeing under the siege of the Zerg, Lincoln's eyes were bloodshot. "What a bunch of idiots! I've already laid out so many baits and lured away so many monsters, yet they still let them get entangled."

"My lord... we really can't help it..." A Crow assassin who had managed to escape scratched his arm, the purple veins under his skin protruding like a living thing wriggling. His dagger fell to the ground with a clang, sparking a string of sparks on the rock.

"You can't even stand this little itch, you loser." Lincoln slapped the other person hard, then stretched out his hand and cast a dispel magic at him.

A flash of magic passed, and the strange feeling on the Crow Assassin's skin gradually subsided. He finally recovered.

The crow leader watched this scene with envy. This was why they were willing to follow Lincoln. Although Lincoln's character was bad, his strength was real.

As a spellcaster with a wide range of skills, he can do many things that they cannot. Whenever a crisis arises in the tribe, Lincoln always finds a way to turn the situation around. As for how the crisis arises, let's not worry about it for now.

"Buzz—" The chirping of spore flies not far away made Lincoln feel uneasy. He didn't dare to step forward to rescue them, fearing that he would also be targeted by the swarm. He could only watch helplessly as his elite troops were overwhelmed by the swarm.

But just because he doesn't go to rescue him doesn't mean the Black Forest will let him go.

Near Lincoln, a Crow soldier was so itchy that he banged his helmet against a tree trunk, and the dull thud echoed deep into the Black Forest.

Suddenly, in the dark woods, there were rumbling sounds one after another, and the forest ground began to shake.

Boom!

A row of mushroom umbrellas fell to the ground with a loud bang, and five hollow trees hit the mushroom trees and rushed out from the middle layer of the Black Forest.

No one noticed that a pale white cat figure stepped on the fallen mushroom tree, swiftly passed through the center of the hollow tree canopy, and disappeared into the depths of the dark forest.

Gah!
A crow was startled. Just as it took off, it was caught in mid-air by the giant hand of the hollow tree!
The behemoth opened its bloody maw and stuffed the crow inside. Countless threads of mucus immediately entangled the crow assassin, tearing it apart like a child tearing off a dragonfly's wings!
"Damn it, it's a giant soldier." Lincoln waved his staff angrily. If he chose to escape here, all his efforts would be wasted.

The next time he wants to cross the Black Forest, he will have to organize another group of militia to come and die.

The total population of Gru Territory is only about 3, and a small number of the elderly, weak, sick and disabled have to be deducted. How can there be so many people for him to consume?

(End of this chapter)