Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Meng Chao guessed right.

The Wildhammer played a game of grace and violence.

It was because he wanted to subdue this team that had made him envious for a long time, not to exhaust Meng Chao and the others to death.

Therefore, after the Ratmen servants gritted their teeth and ran dozens of laps and showed enough obedience, they couldn't find anything wrong with the Wildhammer, so they were stopped, and they pretended to be admonished before starting to fight. He slapped his hands three times and told them that a very sumptuous banquet has been arranged tonight, and that he is a person who clearly distinguishes rewards and punishments and will never treat the warriors badly. In the process, become a real warrior and enjoy the benefits that other rat people can't enjoy in their lifetime, and they can't even think of it.

Today's dinner is indeed extraordinarily rich.

In addition to the deep-fried mandala fruit dipped in sour cream, each rat minion soldier actually got a large piece of bloody totem beast flesh, half a fragrant golden fruit, and even a pot of "Glug-gul-gul" spirits that are fizzy.

After all, these servants were considered elite fighters among the thousands of rat people who could persist in the blood skull arena for so long. The masters still wanted to give them a few sweet dates to eat when the battle was about to start.

It's just that the delicacies that usually make people's index fingers move, in the eyes of the rat people's servants at this moment, they taste like chewing wax, and they can't inspire the slightest morale.

"The Great Horned Rat God does not exist, and the so-called envoys are simply spies sent by the Golden Clan." The shock to the rat people's hearts was far beyond the imagination of the clan warriors.

The result of the disillusionment of the faith is that many rat people servants are like leaves. Although they no longer believe in the horned rat god, they also don't believe in "fighting and dying for the blood hoof clan, using blood and courage to seize the supreme glory". Nonsense.

Since the Great Horned Rat God is fake, who can guarantee that the ancestor spirit of the Bloodhoof clan is not fake?

Thinking about it this way, the Rat People's servants have entered a state of despair, believing in nothing, lazily unable to raise their spirits about anything.

It's just that under the threat of the military commander's whip and the battle sword of the supervisory team, driven by the desire to survive, he moved forward mechanically.

In the words of the clan warriors who gritted their teeth and hated iron and steel: "These wastes are no longer like noble Turan warriors. They are even more listless than the skeleton soldiers who lost the control of the lich in the Nether Desert!"

Of course, most of the Rat People didn't see themselves as "noble Turan warriors" at first.

They are just ants, ants trying to live.

And this point was caused by the high-ranking clan lords in the past tens of millions of years.

Having said that, the rat people of Turanze were originally like the skeleton soldiers of the Nether Empire, they were consumables that did not require thought and spirit.

No matter what they thought, the war machines in the entire Blackhorn City were still rumbling into motion amidst the passionate horns and drums of the clan warriors.

When the red star, three to five times larger than the sun on Earth, tore through the last ray of darkness in the long night, and poured the first turbulent river of blood into the city of Noire, the drums of war that shook the soul, It has already resounded through hundreds of temples in major families and arenas.

At the same time, above each temple, a colorful pillar of light rose up, surrounded by large cuneiform characters.

Hundreds of beams of light are like beams and pillars that stand upright to the sky and the ground, and together they support a giant temple that is majestic, incomparably majestic, invisible but can be clearly perceived by all the bloodhoof warriors, covering the whole city.

In this invisible temple, all Bloodhoof warriors—whether they are Tauren and Wildboar with ancient blood, or Gnolls, Lizardmen, and Feathermen who have just joined the Bloodhoof clan through the blood ceremony, In a trance, they all saw the magnificent and earth-shattering ancient battlefield.

I saw how the ancestors, who regarded death as home and never gave in, fought against the Twilight evil god who tried to strangle all life on the earth.

I heard the angry battle roars and heroic laughter of the ancestors.

And infected by the emotional cries of the ancestors, I wish I could rush into the land of the holy light, to the tower that claims to be able to connect the sky and the earth, to go to the vast starry sky, and to fight with my tiny flesh and blood body. , and the twilight evil god who tried to control everything.

In this way, each temple is full of the strongest warriors of each family.

In every temple, there was a roar that resounded through the sky and shattered gold and stone.

In the long and clumsy chanting of the priests, and the twisted dance that surpassed the limit of the human body, the battle teams armed to the teeth filed out of the temple one by one.

At this moment, the genius is dim.

There are still many places in Pointe-Noire that the sun does not shine.

Each warrior of the clan held a torch made of a huge leg bone of a totem beast bound with flexible branches soaked in fat from a mandala tree.

Thousands of torches stretched out into fire dragons with teeth and claws.

A series of fire dragons passed through the poor streets and ruined walls, and converged on the main road, becoming thicker, fiercer and brighter.

They have gathered from a team of hundreds of people to a battle gang of thousands of people, and then to a battle group of tens of thousands of people.

At the forefront of the battle group, the ancient battle flags with a history dating back thousands of years are fluttering in the wind.

Because of being infiltrated by the blood of countless warriors, these aura-filled battle flags showed no signs of pollution or damage. Instead, accompanied by the uniform roars of clan warriors, they radiated an incomparably magnificent light and condensed into clusters of shining brilliance. In human form, it is like the heroes in the epic descended into the world, guiding the new generation of Turanian warriors to march forward towards their unfinished business.

In this way, when the sun was rising, there were already more than ten battle groups. Outside the city of Blackhorn, under a mandala tree with a history of nearly ten thousand years that could not be embraced by dozens of people, the oldest god Gather in front of the temple.

The newly born Blood Skulls is the youngest battle group in the city of Noire.

As the commander of the battle group, Kasav Bloodhoof of course wants to make a gorgeous appearance and make a head start.

But Zu Ling made a big joke with him.

In his blood skull battle group, there were actually many Rat People servants who developed sudden illnesses.

At first I had vomiting and diarrhea, then I became hot and cold, and then I was dizzy, sweating all over my body, my muscles twitched, and my joints were so sore that it felt like hundreds of red-hot steel needles had been inserted into it. You have to faint, and you can't even stand up. How can you gather and go out?

The warriors of the clan originally thought that the Rat People's servants were playing tricks.

They didn't realize that something was wrong until they broke two whips in a row but failed to pull the Ratmen servants up, and the servants gritted their teeth one by one, with hideous faces like ghosts.

You know, even many "house mice" who have served the Bloodhoof family for hundreds of years and are absolutely loyal to their masters have suffered, their legs are weak, and they can't get out after falling into the cesspit.

It's certainly not a disguise.

The witch doctors of the Bloodskulls also confirmed that these poor Ratmen servants were indeed suddenly ill.

More precisely, they were poisoned.

All the rat minion servants who were sick had one thing in common. They received rewards and ate extra-rich food at the same time last night.

Witch doctors studied the leftover food.

The oddity was eventually discovered in the sour cream and spirits rationed to the servants.

It was a toxin that all the witch doctors had never seen before.

It combines the effects of various overbearing secret medicines, including laxatives.

For the impoverished bodies of the rat people, as long as they eat a mouthful of sour cream and drink a small bowl of spirits, they will definitely fall into a state of food poisoning.

For food poisoning, witch doctors have no good way.

After all, it has been so long since yesterday's dinner, the toxin has already invaded the blood and limbs of the Ratmen servants, no matter how much they induce vomiting, it is useless.

Obviously, spirits and sour cream can't go bad at the same time and produce this weird toxin.

This was deliberately poisoned by someone to obstruct the actions of the Blood Skulls.

"asshole!"

Kasav was furious.

A dense blacklist suddenly appeared in my mind.

Fortunately, after researching for a long time, the witch doctors came to the conclusion that although this toxin is overbearing, it is not fatal.

Moreover, it comes and goes quickly, as long as the food-poisoned rat servants are carried to a cool place to rest, and they are fed with milder honey and mixed with datura puree soup, within a day or two, they should be gone. Will recover slowly.

Well-trained servants are valuable war resources.

Kasava could only pinch his nose, asking the witch doctors to solve the food poisoning incident as soon as possible.

He led the warriors and servants who were not poisoned, and rushed to the Black Horn Temple first.

Unfortunately, most of Team Wildhammer's Ratmin minions fell for it.

The rat minion soldiers of the "Original Ice Storm Squad" who had just been taken over had severe symptoms of food poisoning.

When accepting the reward last night, they all faithfully followed Meng Chao's instructions, shook off their cheeks, opened their back molars, and gorged themselves.

Later, they were also the ones who experienced the worst vomiting and diarrhea.

The whole training camp stinks from them.

So much so that the Wildhammer rushed to the gate of the training camp angrily, and was so smoked that he sneezed a series of times.

Seeing that they were not like humans, ghosts were not like ghosts, and they looked like gossamer, ready to kick their legs at any time, this clan warrior who had always been cruel and didn't take the lives of the rat people's servants seriously felt a little nervous.

After all, Kasava snatched this well-trained and powerful team from Ice Storm and handed it over to him, not without a price.

With the strongest fighters, the toughest tasks are carried out.

This is a matter of course.

If he didn't even meet the Golden Clan and the Holy Light Clan, or even arrive at the Black Horn Temple, the entire team would be reimbursed by himself.

Even the simple-minded Wildhammer could imagine how sharp Kasav Bloodhoof's gaze would be when it pierced him.