Final Lord

Chapter 95 Betrayal
A cloud of spores surged over the Black Forest like a dying beast. Blue-gray mycelium entwined the thousand-year-old parasol mushrooms, reflecting a phosphorescent glow in the moonlight.

Lincoln's rotten wings sliced ​​through the mist, acid dripping through the cracks between the feathers, scorching the newly formed fungal carpet. He hovered in the air thirty yards from Wang Bufu, his three-toed crow claws trembling unnaturally.

Before coming to the Black Forest, he had an army of three thousand, including the elite Crows who had followed him for many years.

But now, he only has one subordinate left and is almost alone.

Opposite him, those weak cavemen who he thought he could kill easily now became an indelible nightmare in his heart, making him dare not move forward.

Lincoln did not realize that he was also part of the army, and when the morale of the army continued to decline, he himself was inevitably affected.

With his morale low, he did not have the courage to face Kate's pressure.

After thinking it over, Lincoln looked at the only remaining crow leader beside him.

"You, go ahead! Tear them apart!" Lincoln's beak sprayed with fishy mucus, and his corrupted wings stirred up a stinking hurricane.

The Crow Leader sheathed the dagger, which formed a deadly arc in his palm. He suppressed all the emotions on his face and said seriously, "I will die for you, my master."

The crow leader transformed into a crow with shiny feathers in mid-air, flapped his wings, and charged towards the cavemen!
Ten meters away, twenty poisonous cavemen had their cheeks bulged, their eyes fixed on the crow leader, and the venom bullets in their mouths were ready to be fired!
In their eyes, the charging crow leader was already a moving target.

Puff puff!
Twenty venom bullets gathered into a dense ammunition net, covering the crow leader tightly!
"What a trifle!" Lincoln raised his head and yelled. The crow leader nimbly turned in the air and slipped through a web of venom.

Lincoln saw the crow leader's sharp claws about to grab the caveman on the mushroom, and a twisted arc appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Yes, that's it, slit their throats!"

But at this moment, the crow leader suddenly turned around.

He rushed straight to the ground, and in mid-air he transformed into a half-man, half-crow form, kneeling on his feet and sliding a long distance on the sticky fungal carpet.

The Crow Leader used a dagger to tear open the leather armor on his chest, raised his head and shouted to the caveman on the spore tree: "Lord Kate, I surrender!"

He knelt on one knee, his bloodstained dagger deeply embedded in the fungal blanket, and shouted, "Lincoln is a Level 2 Transcendent Crow Warlock. His magic power is running out, so he has no choice but to transform into the Carrion Crow King. In this form, he cannot cast spells and is immune to ranged attacks!"

His weakness is that his health will decrease over time, so if you delay him, you can kill him."

Hiding in the shadows, Wang Bufu couldn't help but laugh. "Imitating death, huh, hilarious!" He glanced at the crow leader, his lips curled up in an interested arc.

"You! Traitor!" Lincoln's corrupted wings slammed into the ground, creating a hurricane that plowed through the fungal blanket. He stared at the Crow Leader, his eyes bloodshot. "Why did you betray me?"

The crow leader turned to look at Lincoln, silently closed his eyes, and lowered his head.

"That's because, of course, you control your soldiers with violence, and when your violence disappears, your prestige will disappear too."

Deep in the darkness, Wang Bufu walked on the fungal carpet into the cavemen.

The young man untied the cloak from his back and draped it over the Crow Leader. He stood up and shouted, "Those who surrender will not be killed. Those who refuse to surrender will be killed without mercy!"

Behind Lincoln, the crows who had been hiding aside and dared not move saw Wang Bufu appear, and they all knelt on the ground, allowing the poisonous mist to completely paralyze them.

The first wave of deliberately controlled poison fog caused Lincoln to relax his vigilance, and the second wave of spreading poison fog put Lincoln's troops in an extremely dangerous situation. This was followed by several waves of precisely calculated morale-boosting attacks, which directly brought the already low morale of Lincoln's troops to a freezing point.

Even if all of Lincoln's Crow troops were extraordinary, they would be on the verge of collapse after this combination of punches.

What's more, those crows are not extraordinary at all, they are just a group of third-level soldiers.

"Kate, it's really you! You're the one who did all this." Lincoln lay on the ground, his huge crow body shaking restlessly.

The king refused to accept the result and said nothing, but just snapped his fingers lightly.

The sound of snapping fingers echoed in the forest.

The blind cat hid his hunched body behind Wang Bufu. He waved his staff, and dark yellow rock spikes cut through the air one after another, heading straight for Lincoln!

Several holes were instantly blown in Lincoln's feathers, and rotten crow feathers flew all over the sky.

"Kate, you are indeed very good." Lincoln spit out blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Wang Bufu. "But you shouldn't appear in front of me!"

Lincoln's legs were suddenly covered in black scales, and with a flap of his wings, he vanished into a shadow. A dark green light pulsed from his throat, and a poisonous acid arrow was ready to be launched!
It's magic!
Lincoln did not lose his ability to cast spells.

At the moment when Lincoln suddenly jumped up, the crow leader who was originally kneeling on the ground suddenly jumped up and stabbed Wang Bufu in the back with a poisoned dagger.

Lincoln was ecstatic. "Unbelievable! Any crow could betray me, but not him! He has my magical contract within him. If I die, he must die too!"

Wang Bufu remained motionless. Suddenly, a golden light exploded behind him, and Jin Shanshan rushed out from behind him with a metallic friction sound, facing the Crow Leader directly!

Left claw, right claw, spikes!

Jin Shanshan made three extremely fast consecutive attacks. His claws accurately cut off the crow leader's wrist bones, and his tail swept across to knock the crow leader into the mushroom tree. Spider-web-like cracks spread on the mushroom tree.

"A transcendental Crow Man is nothing more than this." Jin Shanshan licked the black blood from the tip of his claws, his golden vertical pupils filled with mockery.

At the same time, the acid-corroding arrows shot by Lincoln hit the suddenly rising rock shield, corroding sizzling pits on the surface of the yellow-brown barrier.

Another rock spike fell from the sky and hit Lincoln in the face, knocking Lincoln, who was sprinting in the air, to the ground.

Lincoln's pupils contracted, and he stumbled back, smashing a mushroom tree. "You knew we were feigning surrender a long time ago. No, how could you possibly know that?"

Wang Bufu silently raised his left hand. Dozens of dark green venomous bullets slashed in a parabolic trajectory, accompanied by blind cat's flank fire. Lincoln, who had just regained airborne, was scorched to the ground, and his left wing twisted unnaturally as he fell.

"what!"

"The Crow Leader is feigning surrender. I certainly don't believe a word he says. Immune to ranged attacks?" Wang Bufu looked at Lincoln calmly. "It's just a few life-saving skills that grant immunity to physical damage. With your speed, if you were truly completely immune to ranged attacks, you'd be able to block all the venom bullets when they were fired.

Lincoln, you will die here today!"

(End of this chapter)