The Earth People are so Fierce

Just as the fugitives curled up into a ball, obeyed Meng Chao's arrangement and buried their mouth, nose, eyes and ears deep in the mud, a screaming scream rang out in the air.

The centaur fired arrows, not ordinary arrows.

Metal arrow shafts are often engraved with cuneiform writing containing mysterious power, and secret medicines refined by witch doctors are smeared inside the notches, and they have been blessed by priests.

On the arrow, a round or triangular hole was drilled into which a spar rich in psionic energy was inserted.

Then through the agitation of life's magnetic field and the tremor of high-speed friction air.

The ultimate destructive power is comparable to Dragon City's grenades and mortars, and it can also carry wind, fire, lightning and other killing effects.

The psychic arrow that reached the limit of speed cut through the sky in an instant, dragging out strips of colorful tail flames.

At first glance, it looks like a rainbow and fireworks.

However, when this "rainbow firework" fell near the fugitives, it set off a **** storm.

Although they were too far apart, it was impossible for the centaur to see the precise location of each fugitive hiding in the grass.

But after each arrow hits the ground, it will set off a death shock wave with a diameter of 35 meters or more.

After the arrow dragging the scarlet tail flame fell to the ground, it suddenly ignited a raging flame within a radius of three to five meters, and the fugitives who were dormant inside burned to the ground, screaming again and again.

After the arrow dragging the blue tail flame fell to the ground, it turned a radius of three to five meters into an extremely cold ice cave. Many fugitives did not even have time to scream, and the deadly ice mist drilled from the nose and mouth. Entering into the chest, the heart and lung lobes were brutally frozen and cracked.

After the arrow dragging the golden tail flame fell to the ground, dozens or hundreds of crazy jumping lightning appeared within a radius of seven or eight meters.

The golden arc was like a hungry viper, and couldn't wait to shoot away at the fugitive who was curled up in a ball. The fugitive's body was convulsed with electricity, and the flesh was covered with flesh, and even the charred bones and stubble were exposed.

After the arrow trailing the cyan tail flame hits the ground, it absorbs a large amount of surrounding air and compresses it into dozens of light cyan wind blades, which spread out criss-crossingly, and will be seven or eight meters or even ten meters away from the point where the arrow falls. The fugitives from meters away were all cut to pieces, with their stumps and broken arms flying in mid-air accompanied by red blood arrows.

This is "killing like cutting grass" in the literal sense.

A strong smell of blood spurted out of the air.

Mixed with the smell of burnt flesh, it turned into a disgusting, hellish breath.

At this time, it reflects the choice of the dense grass to obscure the horizon, as the second role of the battlefield.

The Rat People want to contend with the clan warriors, especially when the two parties have just come into contact, they will inevitably pay a heavy price.

If it is on the battlefield with a clearer horizon.

Seeing his companions being shot by the centaur's rockets, electric arrows, and ice arrows, it was horrible.

The morale of the fugitives will be completely damaged, and it is impossible to mention a little bit of fighting will.

And curled up in the depths of the grass, and buried his head in the mud. Although he knew that he was silently suffering from the killing from the sky, he did not witness the tragic situation of his companions being fragmented. The fugitives who survived can gritted their teeth and persisted.

Of course, if the centaur is not in a hurry to initiate a charge, but goes around with them from a distance, throwing arrows at them without delay.

Even the most fanatical rat people will completely collapse before the sun sets.

But as Meng Chao had judged, the centaur did not do so.

After sparsely throwing dozens of arrows, the raid from the air came to an end.

On the contrary, it was the shock of the iron hoof trampling the earth, becoming more and more intense and rapid.

The centaur launched a charge.

Of course.

If the target is an enemy of the same level, such as the warriors of the Golden Clan, or the night watchmen and magicians of the Holy Land.

Centaur warriors will naturally remain cautious, using rounds of arrow rain to slowly consume the target's physical strength, psychic energy, and will.

In many widely circulated war epics, the centaur even had the patience to spend ten days and a half month, not too far behind the target, using an endless stream of arrows to carry out harassment day and night.

Until the enemy completely collapsed from the physical to the spiritual level, he did not rush to catch up and pierced the enemy's heart with a spear.

However, this is not a real war.

It was just a muddle-headed "rodent control operation".

Although the rat people made no big noise in Pointe-Noire.

But it was mainly a serial explosion, which caught the Bloodhoof clan by surprise.

The brains are still full of glorious and arrogant centaur warriors, but they don't think that when hunting a bunch of dirty, weak, and humble mice on the grassland, there is still a need to run out of time and shoot out the quiver.

When hunting down these **** rats yesterday, they didn't even waste an arrow.

Just speed up a little bit, aim the spear at the front, and the scimitar horizontally on both sides, and you will be able to harvest these insignificant creatures smoothly.

The only thing they have to be careful about is not to let the other party's dirty blood splash on themselves.

Today, the centaur wasted dozens of precious arrows because of this large tuft of mice hiding in the grass.

The centaur, who is getting faster and faster, never thought that this would be a preset battlefield.

They thought that the poor mice were frightened by yesterday’s killing, and even the strength to escape disappeared. They could only curl up in this seemingly dense grass, like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, hoping to escape. After a catastrophe.

Even if they split the grass and discovered the pits and trenches that the fugitives had worked so hard to dig, they didn't take it to heart, but sneered at the foolishness of the mice in front of them.

"Want to rely on these gutters and holes to stop the charge of the Bloodhoof Warriors? How could it be possible!"

Indeed, the fugitives who were lucky enough to survive the rain of arrows, after sensing that the centaur was crushed by the overwhelming murderous intent, all realized desperately that what they were performing was an impossible task.

Drunk on the drunk table discussing "Use a sliding shovel to deal with tigers."

It is totally different from being stared at by a huge and murderous tiger in the forest where the wind is everywhere.

The centaur is definitely more terrifying than the tiger.

Ten times terrible.

These seem to combine the upper body of a human being with the lower body of a war horse through superior genetic technology, like fighting creatures emerging from a nightmare, without the gentleness of herbivores.

Many centaur warriors have swordsmanship and majestic hair that stretches from the back to the horse.

When they were rushing, it was like a ball of colorful war flames lingering around their bodies.

Many centaur warriors have a sturdy figure comparable to a tauren. Their shiny skin exudes a metallic texture of copper cast iron. Not only do they hold two spears and a scimitar, in order to increase the lethality of the charge, Many people still have a sharp iron-sharp blade behind them, and even above the four hooves, there are several iron rings nested with dense spikes!

It is conceivable that these war machines, studded with sharp blades and spikes, rushed into one's own front, trampled on and cut it, and what terrible destruction would be caused.

What is even more frightening is that while the centaur maintains its ultimate impact, its flexibility remains undiminished.

They are literally "the unity of man and horse", whether two iron arms or four iron hooves are an extension of will.

The fugitives have very limited time and energy, and it is impossible to conceal the trenches perfectly.

He was quickly spotted by the centaur, and leaped over lightly.

As for those grass knots that can theoretically catch a horse's leg, they are often touched by the centaur's spiked iron hoof and turned into dust.

Facing the centaur that was crushed by the thunderbolt, the brains of all the fugitives were blank.

Two or three days ago, they had faced the old, weak, sick and disabled in the bloodhoof warriors in the city of Pointe Noire where the serial explosions occurred.

Relying on crowd tactics and the help of temple thieves who hung in the depths of the crowd, they once defeated their opponents.

I thought that the bloodhoof warrior was nothing more than that, and the weakness of combat power could be made up for by a quantitative advantage.

Only at this moment, under the killing intent of the centaur that swept like a stormy sea, did the fugitives realize how naive and ridiculous they really were.

Even at the spiritual level, their beliefs are still firm and even fanatical.

But at the physiological level, they screamed from the deepest part of each cell.

fortunately-

Between these mobs that are about to collapse, and the centaur, who has soared their speed to the limit, can no longer deflect angles and change directions.

There are also two more qualified than centaurs, and they are called "killing machines".

Meng Chao is like a flood dragon dormant in the abyss.

The limbs are deeply embedded in the moist soil, and the body is as low as possible, hidden in the grass.

At the same time, the breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature are converged to their limits, so that the centaur warriors who are close at hand cannot perceive their most fragile ribs and abdomen, and there is also an extremely dangerous fierce **** hidden.

And on the body that looks like a rock and is absolutely still.

The thick veins and blood vessels swelled up as if filled with spiritual energy, forming a pattern of teeth and claws that looked like an angry dragon.

And behind the drooping eyes, deep in Meng Chao's brain, surrounded by countless psychic lightnings, there is an unparalleled spiritual storm that is condensing, gestating, and being born!

Just when the centaur warriors who took the lead in the first horse have already jumped high, and are about to leap over Meng Chao's head.

Meng Chao suddenly opened his eyes!