Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Ye Zi didn't expect Meng Chao to be so well prepared.

Facing the future alone, I still feel a little nervous.

"Listen, Leaf—"

Meng Chao saw the young man's uneasiness, and gently placed his palm full of heat on his shoulder, and said seriously, "You must escape with the envoy of the Great Horned Rat God, so that you can help me!"

"What?"

Ye Zi stammered, "Helping you?"

"That's right, I want you to go with the messenger of the Horned Rat God. It's not just about saving your life, but I also hope you can do me a very important favor."

Meng Chao said, "I hope you can carefully observe where the envoy of the Great Horned Rat God is taking you—if it is an army composed purely of rat people, then what are the goals of this army, its commanders at all levels, and where it has come from? Where to get weapons and supplies, you can pay attention to these details.

"Remember, your own safety comes first. You don't need to deliberately take risks to inquire. You just need to keep in your heart what you have seen and experienced with your own eyes as a member of the Rat People's Rebel Army. When we meet again, tell me alright.

"For me, this is a very important mission, can I trust you?"

"Of course, I will definitely complete the task!"

Leaf blurted out.

Just because of his own safety, he still hesitates to move forward.

But when he heard that the reaper had entrusted him with a very important mission, a powerful force surged out of the young mouseman's body, as if he was not afraid of anything.

However, after thinking about the mission entrusted by the reaper, Ye Zi fell into a new confusion: "Wait, reaper, the messenger of the horned rat god...should be saving the rat people, right?"

"That's right."

Meng Chao nodded and said, "Although the methods are very rough, they are indeed saving the rat people in Blackhorn City."

"Then, the legion that believes in the Horned Rat God should fight for all the rat people, right?" Ye Zi continued to ask.

"Theoretically, it is true." Meng Chao also continued to answer.

"Then aren't they good people?"

Ye Zi said, "Why do you want me to find out the reality of the Rat People's Rebel Army?"

"The reason for this, I remember I told you last time, do you think that in the story of the Xinghan Empire I told, those yellow turbans who couldn't bear it and rose up were all bad people?"

Meng Chao said, "What's more, it is impossible to set off such a large-scale serial explosion just by relying on the rat people who are full of enthusiasm. Not necessarily.

"In short, I hope that all good people will have good rewards, that they can live happily to a better tomorrow, instead of being deceived by bad people, being used by villains, and finally ushering in an extremely miserable destruction.

"For the time being, I can only tell you so much, because I haven't figured out many problems myself, but I promise you, when I investigate all the truth, I will definitely explain everything to you!"

Meng Chao pressed heavily on Ye Zi's shoulder.

It was as if he wanted to imprint his own power into the body of the young rat man.

The light in Ye Zi's eyes became more and more shining and condensed.

Meng Chao grinned: "Let the spiders show their courage and strength. If they want to escape, everyone must go all out!"

At this moment, Wildhammer rushed into the training camp with furious steps.

"Get up quickly, the enemy has launched a despicable sneak attack, and the whole Black Point City is on fire, do you still want to pretend to be dead?"

He roared hysterically, "Get up, go out with me to maintain order, and tear the enemy to pieces, otherwise, I will first crush your bones and trample your flesh into mud!"

At this moment, Wildhammer's hair was scorched and curly, his black face was full of burns, abrasions and splashes of gravel, and the torn wounds were deep enough to show the bones.

It seems that when the explosion happened just now, he was active in the open air and was seriously injured by the shock wave.

However, compared with the physical trauma, it is obvious that his mind suffered a heavier blow.

Black Point City, towering Black Point City, majestic Black Point City, great Black Point City.

This glorious city with a history of tens of thousands of years is the greatest blessing left by the ancestors to all the bloodhoof warriors. For thousands of years, countless bloody battles have been fought, and it has never been captured by the enemy.

Even if the Bloodhoof Clan suffered the worst defeat when they fought against the Golden Clan for the leadership of the entire Turan civilization, the extremely proud lion and tiger people from the Golden Clan would only dare to sign a covenant with the Bloodhoof Clan under Blackhorn City , but did not dare to storm Blackhorn City—because that would arouse the most violent anger of all the bloodhoof warriors, and the most terrible curse of the bloodhoof ancestors.

Unexpectedly, such a glorious city was turned upside down by some...inconceivable force in an extremely terrifying way when the most powerful bloodhoof army in thousands of years was going out to fight.

When the Wildhammer climbed to the highest point of the Bloodskull Arena, he saw countless mansions and temples with a long history, all groaning in the raging flames and billowing smoke, and even the houses collapsed, making a mess.

Today, the noble warriors who should be majestic and majestic are all jumping up and down in the shock wave like a stormy sea and the splash of gravel like a meteor fire rain, and their bodies are covered with cuts and bruises.

Wildhammer really felt that something in his brain was shattered and fell to the ground.

At the same time, as one of the four trump cards under Kasava Bloodhoof, even though the brain size really cannot keep up with the overly strong limbs, the Wildhammer has an astonishing intuition like a beast.

Intuition told him that serial explosions were far from the enemy's entire plan.

On the contrary, the chain explosion is just the enemy's attack horn.

It has to be admitted that the enemy has chosen the deadliest time to attack.

At this moment, dozens of battle groups of the Bloodhoof Clan have left Blackhorn City one after another, stationed near the Bloodhoof Temple outside the city, and started actual combat exercises.

Because most of the warriors of the clan participated in such a large-scale exercise for the first time, and they were not familiar with the cooperation with their comrades in arms. His own commander even had several battle groups mixed together in a muddle.

In previous eras of glory, such chaos was a common phenomenon that would inevitably occur.

In the final analysis, compared to the degraded civilization and technical level of the Turan civilization, the size of the army that has been infinitely expanded due to the support of the Datura fruit has far exceeded the limit they can control.

The solution for the Turan people is to conduct continuous actual combat exercises, including "James of the Brave".

Including "Five Races", in a sense, it is just a larger-scale, more intense and realistic actual combat exercise.

In this way, when the battle between the five clans is over and the chief of the war is determined, they will be able to have a bit of organization and combat effectiveness.

But now, dozens of battle groups obviously haven't cooperated with each other tacitly.

And there are very few clan warriors left in Blackhorn City.

Most of the forces that maintain the operation of Blackcorner City are rat people.

After dozens of Bloodhoof battle groups have completed the actual combat exercises, these rat people will be driven by the clan warriors, and they will be thrown into the holy war as cannon fodder.

But now, they are all over every corner of Blackhorn City.

After the explosion, flames and thick smoke sealed off the entire Blackhorn City.

If the rat people with ulterior motives suddenly attack.

It is very difficult for the warriors of the clan who are conducting actual combat exercises outside the city to form an organization and return to Anti-Heijiao City.

Even if they could rush back to Blackhorn City immediately, it would be difficult to stop the enemy's plot in the burning city.

The Wildhammer believed that it was his sacred mission to defend the city of Blackhorn, and to suppress the lowly Rat People.

He came to training camp immediately.

Although the soldiers gathered here are also rat people.

But the Wildhammer felt that they could still be trusted.

Needless to say, the house mouse soldiers who have served his family for hundreds of years.

The servants of the Rat People who had just been subdued, behaved submissively yesterday, and they should have been completely intimidated by themselves.

And I also pointed out a bright future to them, as long as they go all out and work hard, they can change from servants to soldiers, from soldiers to servants, and even from servants to warriors!

What a blessing, what an honor!

Unexpectedly, just as the Wildhammer called out, he heard piercing screams from the corner.

"Miracle! This is the miracle of the Great Horned Rat God! The Great Horned Rat God has descended. If you don't want to die, run and go outside to welcome the Great Horned Rat God!"

Many Ratmen fighters were already panicked and in a state of hesitation.

When he called out like that, there was even more chaos, no one could hear Wildhammer's order clearly.

It was the ugly rat people with black hair and black eyes!

Wildhammer's nose was crooked with rage.

"Bastard, I should have killed you yesterday!"

He stepped in front of Meng Chao in two steps.

The meteor hammer-like proboscis swung high, and hit Meng Chao hard on the head.

Although Kasav Bloodhoof had him pay attention to this "somewhat special rat people".

But after weighing his weight yesterday, Wildhammer didn't pay attention to this guy who was so frightened into cold sweat by his own murderous aura.

Therefore, he didn't activate the totem armor at all, and went all out.

Unexpectedly, Meng Chao seemed to be frightened by him, his legs became weak, and he held his head and shrank down. He narrowly escaped the bone tumor at the end of his long nose.

Then he rushed towards the direction where the Wildhammer's house mouse soldiers were lying in disorder.

Meng Chao's speed was extremely fast, and in an instant he stepped on the gap between the house mouse soldiers and jumped onto the window sill by the wall.

The Wildhammer wanted to swing the bone tumor again, but was worried about hitting the house rat soldiers with food poisoning all over the floor.

Although the life of the rat people is worthless, these loyal house rat soldiers who have followed their family for hundreds of years are different from ordinary wild rats.

The Wildhammer couldn't have killed dozens of house rat soldiers just to catch a deranged vole.

All he could do was grin his teeth and growl: "Catch him, catch this dirty rat for me!"