The Earth People are so Fierce

Both are masters of sneak assassination.

It is also supported by the new Totem Armor.

Like two faint shadows, blended into the smoke and dust everywhere, quietly came to the arsenal and granary in the southeast corner of the Blood Skull Arena.

And in the nearby ruined walls, he found a commanding height and climbed up close to the wall.

Meng Chao wiped the dust and mud on his hands and evenly smeared it on the helmet of the totem armor to reduce the reflection of the flame.

He stuck out his half of his head, squinted his eyes, and looked far away.

It was found that the walls of the arsenal and the granary, including the high wall of the Blood Skull Arena, which was close to it, collapsed in the explosion.

One huge hole after another just formed a "green passage" facing the street.

Numerous ragged, hungry rat people smelled the unique fragrance of the mandala fruit. Under the stimulation of appetite, they gathered into a surging frenzy and rushed to the arsenal and the granary.

After Meng Chao's earlier sneak attack, even with the addition of temple guards, there are only dozens of clan warriors left in the Blood Skull Arena.

Except for the guards of the temple, most of the warriors lacked arms and legs, or suffered hidden injuries that were not conducive to combat, and were left by Kassavar.

They all gathered around the arsenal and granary to form a solid line of defense.

It is like a **** with thorns all over it, blocking and tearing the stormy waves.

Without professional training, the rat slave laborer, who was still drained for half his life in the foundry, was uprooted like a weed in a hurricane under the clan warrior's great sword dance.

In just a few tens of seconds observed by Meng Chao, at least hundreds of rat people fell under the indiscriminate bombardment of the samurai swords, war knives and meteor hammers.

However, under the psychological hint of the "Great Horned Rat God Coming" in the big explosion in Pointe Noire, the desperate rat slave laborers, how weak their bodies are, how firm their will is, and how excited their spirits are.

Even though the previous wave of rat people had just been swept and cut off by the giant sword of the clan warrior, everyone died terribly.

The rat folks behind still rushed forward undauntedly, using iron hammers, using the coarse iron brazing just forged, and picking them up with their hands, unpolished and strengthened bone sticks, to start moths to the flames. attack.

While going forward and succeeding, he also uttered an extremely feverish roar.

"The Great Horned Rat God has arrived, and victory will definitely belong to all the rat people!"

"The Great Horned Rat God is looking at us in the sky, rushing, killing, even if you die on the battlefield vigorously, you will be reborn on the top of the sacred mountain under the guidance of the Great Horned Rat God!"

"Look, that is the Big Horned Rat God, that is the Big Horned Rat God!"

At this moment, the sky in Pointe-Noire was full of smoke, flames, and dark clouds that were licked by the flames.

Thousands of people’s life magnetic fields were violently violent, causing disturbances in the magnetic fields of the planet within a small area. The flames, thick smoke and dark clouds floating in the air continued to roll like raging waves, changing into various forms.

The strange forms fall into the eyes of enthusiasts, and they will feel that "I saw the big horned rat god" or "the big horned rat **** is looking at me" is not at all surprising.

Under the "gaze of the big horned rat god", many of the rat slave laborers who were engulfed by killing intent and whose brains were blank, never thought of capturing enough weapons and mandala fruits to successfully escape the city of Pointe-Noire.

Perhaps, we can rush to the nasty clan warrior with the rat tide, cut off or even touch a hair on their body, and then die in the hands of the clan warrior in the most tragic and heroic manner. The big horned rat **** sees his own "heroic posture".

This is the ultimate salvation of the rat people, and the meaning of fighting.

In the extremely fierce battle, the clan warriors who fought to guard the granary and arsenal were all a little frightened.

Even if the rat people couldn't break through their defenses for a while, they just craned their necks and let them kill as much as they wanted.

But if they cut hundreds of hard as iron bones in one go, they would also feel numb and tired.

Especially in the city of Pointe-Noire, there was a big explosion that was caught off guard. Thousands of rat people were shouting the name of "Great Horned Rat God" and ran to them like a madman to find their way to death.

This picture completely beyond the scope of their understanding, for the first time in their lives, the clan warriors had a slight fear of the rat people flowing with humble blood.

The two sides froze in a stalemate at the door of the granary and the arsenal.

The formation is messy and lacks the ability to attack. There are only rat people slave workers who are full of fanatical beliefs, it is difficult to break through the last line of defense composed of clan warriors.

But no matter how frantically the clan warriors slashed, they could only slaughter the bodies of the rat people, but could not destroy their will.

The rat people's frenzy is higher than the wave, and there is no meaning to collapse or retreat.

Suddenly, the door of the granary and the arsenal was filled with the horrible remains of the rat people.

But they were chopped off by the sword, smeared with dust, and the dark faces and the corners of their mouths often still had a relieved smile.

"It's not a way to go on like this."

Seeing the tragic battle situation, Meng Chao secretly frowned.

No matter from the point of view of emotion or interest, he is on the side of the rat people.

Following this trend, even if the Rat Minor Slaves can really conquer the granary and arsenal of the Blood Skull Arena, they will have to pay an extremely heavy price.

As a result, they could not have enough manpower and time to empty the granary and arsenal.

You know, the main blood skull battle group led by Kasaval will return to Pointe Noire at any time.

If Kasava arrives, the rat people slave workers have not retreated with a large number of mandala fruits and weapons.

At that time, there would never be half of the rat people who could escape from Kassavar's anger.

"We must help these rat people, otherwise, their casualties will be too heavy, and even if they can escape Black Point, they won't be chased by the blood-hoofed warriors!"

Meng Chao was about to jump up.

The shoulder was suddenly held down by the ice storm.

"Wait, I feel something is wrong, the bloodhoof warriors' battle line is shaking, they are about to lose!"

Meng Chao was slightly startled.

A dignified bloodhoof warrior, even if it is a third-rate warrior who lacks arms and legs, is it possible to lose to a group of scrawny rat workers?

But he knew that the ice storm would not aimlessly.

Speaking of the understanding of gladiators and temple guards, the ice storm spent more than two years in the Blood Skull Arena is obviously more profound than Meng Chao.

Following the direction she was pointing, Meng Chao looked intently.

Sure enough, he saw a bloodhoof warrior standing unstable and faltering under the impact of the rat people's frenzy.

After a while, he was swallowed by the rat tide!

It turned out that there was a rat dweller in a hooded cloak disguised as a corpse. From the pile of **** corpses, slowly wriggling like a worm, he walked around behind the bloodhoof warrior and hung his breath.

It wasn't until this bloodhoof warrior stepped over him that he pierced through the blood hoof with a sharp sword from bottom to top, between the legs of the bloodhoof warrior. The whole voice of the samurai!

The fall of this bloodhoof warrior caused a fatal breach in the entire line of defense.

It's like a **** is beginning to collapse and it's out of control.

Meng Chao noticed that there were more and more rat slave workers who were wearing hooded cloaks and could not see clearly. They jumped out of the rat tide. Under the cloak, there were glimmers of cold light, and at the same time they stabbed the bloodhoof warrior The key.

Their movements are much faster than ordinary rat slave laborers.

The weapons used do not seem to be shoddy semi-finished products.

However, he possessed the same spirit as the ordinary rat folk slave laborers, who was as fierce and not afraid of death, and dared to die with the bloodhoof warriors at any time.

The appearance of these "elite rat people" broke the deadlock in an instant.

Within three minutes, a huge blood flower burst out from the waist of the last bloodhoof warrior.

He clutched his waist and eyes, before he even wailed, he was completely swallowed by the surging rat tide.

The rat people drove straight ahead and captured the granary and arsenal.

Perhaps even they themselves didn't expect that this time they could not bear to rise up, it would go so smoothly.

Especially the old samurai masters who squeezed and bullied them arrogantly in the past were cut into flesh by them.

That kind of incomparable feeling gave all the rat people a cardiotonic injection.

It made them believe that only with the arrival of the Great Horned Rat can such a miracle be created!

For a time, hundreds of rat people were dancing and crying with joy on the piled mountains of weapons and mandala fruits.

Meng Chao and Ice Storm looked at each other, but at the same time saw the confusion between each other's eyebrows.

"Those guys in hooded cloaks are not ordinary slave laborers, but well-trained fighters."

The two reached a conclusion at the same time.

It's not that there are no strong people in the rat people.

Some rat people with extraordinary talents and natural powers are as big and round as the clan warriors, capable of giving birth to tigers and leopards.

However, civilians who have not received professional training and only know how to use their instincts to fight, they will inevitably drag their moves when making moves, and have many ineffective moves.

Similarly, when an enemy, especially an enemy whose strength is far superior to one's own, slashes with a knife, even if they are mentally prepared to see death as their home, they will inevitably have muscle tension, shortness of breath, and subconsciously block and avoid them.

This is the survival instinct of carbon-based intelligent life.

It is very difficult to control it without years of rigorous training.

These rat folks wearing hooded cloaks managed to control their instincts.

And converged to the extreme the ineffective actions during the move.

Even if it is a simple cross-cutting, it will have a taste of temperament when it is displayed by them.

The cooperation between each other is tacit, often three or five people jump up at the same time and attack a bloodhoof warrior.

Among them, facing the bloodhoof warrior is more like taking the initiative to die, exposing the bloodhoof warrior to the fatal flaw so that others can kill with one blow.

Such skilled combat skills reminded Meng Chao of the well-trained and experienced special forces in the Chilong Army.