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When the Shetland Sheepdog landed on the edge of the crocodile pool.

He crouched down and reached out to touch the box covered by the light.

The box was larger than he had expected, and its surface was covered with a layer of fine scales that shimmered faintly in the moonlight and felt cool to the touch.

The moment he lifted the lid, a dark yellow light surged out from inside the box, briefly illuminating a small area around it before quickly receding into a stable halo that covered the surface of the armor inside.

Crocodile dragon scales.

When Su Mu took it out of the box, he could feel its weight, which was completely different from ordinary equipment...

It's not heavy, but rather evenly distributed throughout every inch of the equipment's structure, like a piece of armor that has been repeatedly forged and has found its most suitable center of gravity.

The scales were predominantly dark yellow, with extremely fine dark lines along the edges. These lines briefly lit up when they touched his fingers, as if confirming the presence of the person touching them.

【鳄龙鳞甲（黄色·Lv18）】【类型：护甲（躯干/上身）】【物理伤害减免：40%】【对水系、毒系攻击额外减免：25%】【附带被动：鳞甲反震......近战攻击者在攻击穿戴者时有15%概率受到等同自身10%伤害的反震。反震伤害无法被攻击者自身的防御减免。】【耐久度：480/480】

Su Mu's gaze lingered for a moment on the description that "reflection damage cannot be reduced by defense."

This armor's active damage reduction is already excellent, but the passive recoil effect might be even more valuable than the damage reduction itself...

When facing an enemy with continuous output, each trigger of the counterattack forces the opponent to suffer additional losses in their offensive rhythm, losses that cannot be offset by defensive attributes.

He stood up and immediately equipped it.

Then he turned to look at the grizzly bear behind him, which was covered in wounds. Its fur was covered with torn marks, and some of the wounds were still slowly bleeding. Blood flowed down the fur and left a few dark drops on the gravel at its feet.

Its breathing was still heavier than normal, and with each inhale, the rise and fall of its side was noticeably greater than usual. But its gaze did not fall on the wounds.

Those brown eyes were looking in Su Mu's direction, and there was an emotion within them that was difficult to describe in a single word...

The grizzly bear stared at him for a few seconds, then turned and limped toward the darkness deep within the zoo.

Its pace was slow, each step noticeably dragging, as if the wounds were continuously draining its already limited strength.

But it did not turn back. The figure gradually shrank, blurred, and was swallowed by the darkness in the night fog, as if it had found a path that only it could take in the closing darkness.

Su Mu watched the figure disappear into the distance without giving chase.

He looked away, and then the next moment...

[Announcement: The Human race has received the Crocodile buff... Constitution +8%, Damage to Undead +8%. Lasts until the end of the Ash City War.]

Su Mu glanced at the prompt and mentally estimated the actual value of the buff.

An 8% increase in constitution and an 8% increase in additional damage are not considered a qualitative leap at the individual level.

But for the thousands of people who are fighting continuously along the entire defensive line, this means that the power of each individual has been enhanced, especially with the formation-based attacks, the overall effect is even greater.

.......

And this moment.

In the core area of ​​the central battlefield of Ash City, the Ghost Bride is standing on the ruins of a recently collapsed defensive tower.

The moment the announcement popped up, her dark red eyes narrowed slightly. Her gaze remained fixed on the advancing battle line ahead, but her brow twitched almost imperceptibly, a subtle expression as if she were momentarily caught in something.

The silhouette of a ghostly creature delivering information was faintly visible in the mist beside her.

She didn't turn her head, and her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for the silhouette to hear: "The bone structure is over there with the giant crocodile..."

The silhouette swayed slightly, as if confirming something. She continued, her tone devoid of anger, but rather a cold indifference born of confirmation: "I arranged for him to ambush the human elites and seize the right to kill that neutral creature. Not only did he fail, he also let the humans take the buff. What on earth was he doing?"

The silhouette did not answer.

She didn't press for an answer, because she knew there would be no one to tell her.

She withdrew her gaze and looked again at the advancing battle line ahead. The advance of that battle line was slower than expected. Although the buff provided by the giant crocodile was not significant, it was enough to allow the human units that were retreating to their defenses to hold out for a little longer.

She paused for a moment, then spoke, her voice even colder than before: "Accelerate the advance. Within three hours, I want to see the last defensive tower in the core area disappear."

The edge of the dark mist stabilized briefly amidst the churning, as if something within the mist was adjusting its shape.

Then, from the depths of the mist came an extremely low, buzzing sound, seemingly emanating from multiple directions simultaneously: "The buff from a single giant crocodile won't change the course of the battle. If it weren't for worrying about those old geezers..."

The ghost bride did not refute that statement.

She simply raised her hand slightly, signaling the horde of ghosts awaiting orders to begin advancing.

The ground began to tremble the moment those dark outlines moved simultaneously, as if something heavy was slowly rising from underground.

The three lines of defense simultaneously endured an impact far exceeding the intensity of previous attacks.

The number of ghosts increased significantly in this round of attacks, with dark purple outlines constantly emerging from the mist in all directions, as if something was continuously sending troops out from deeper within.

The lights of those defensive towers were extinguished one by one under the continuous impact, as if they were being smashed one by one by an invisible hammer.

Even with the buffs provided by the giant crocodile, the human defenses continued to shrink.

Those buffs did extend the stamina of individual units, but the sheer number of ghosts was too great; that gap couldn't be bridged by a few percent increase.

After several assaults, the shield formation on the left was compressed to the edge of the city wall. The professional formation in the middle was divided into several isolated small pieces under continuous siege. The traces of infiltration on the right were spreading rapidly, and the cracks left by the Black Mist Walkers were gradually disintegrating the defensive line from the inside.

Then, just as the left flank was about to completely collapse, two figures emerged from behind the horde of ghosts.