Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

It's a pity that the Wildhammer's house mouse soldiers were all tossed with powerful potions carefully prepared by Meng Chao, and they were so vomited and diarrhea that they were paralyzed all over, and they couldn't even move half of their little fingers.

How could it be possible to stop Meng Chao?

It was too late, but soon, before the Wildhammer swung his proboscis again, Meng Chao had already stepped on the heads of the house mouse soldiers and rushed up to the window sill.

He turned around, grinned at the Wildhammer, and disappeared out the window.

The sarcasm full of sarcasm completely destroyed Wildhammer's sanity.

The furious Bloodhoof Warrior shouted violently, walked like flying, and slammed through the gate, knocking half of the gate flying by the way.

With a huge figure like a giant elephant, but inspired the speed of a cheetah, he made two steps in three steps, and walked around to the window through which Meng Chao jumped out.

On the roof not far away, a black shadow flashed, and Meng Chao was desperately fleeing to the outside of the Blood Skull Arena.

"catch him!"

The Wildhammer raged.

But at this moment, the blood skull arena is in chaos.

A series of biogas explosions destroyed a corner of the arena and blasted across half of the arena.

Flames sprang out from the gaps between the ruined walls, flowing and spreading everywhere like magma.

The billowing black smoke released tentacles that stretched their teeth and danced their claws, disturbing the sight of the clan warriors staying in the arena.

The sound of the building collapsing and the crackling of the flames also made the Wildhammer's roar seem distorted and insignificant.

What's more frightening is that countless rat people are just around the corner.

If it is said that the rat people's servants still have a theoretically bright future, they may become the master's personal soldiers, attendants, and even receive blood from the master to become the new "master".

Well, for the mutilated and aged Ratmen servants, they had little choice, or rather, nothing left to lose after being squeezed by the clan warriors for so many years.

According to the original expedition plan.

After the clan warriors have completed their drills, they will be incorporated into the Bloodhoof Army and serve as the lowest-level slave soldiers.

Usually, he serves servants and samurai, doing the hardest, most tiring, and dirtiest jobs.

During the war, he was forced by the shining big knife and the spiked leather whip, rushed to the front of the battle formation, rushed to the trenches and pits filled with sharp wooden stakes, and on the opposite side was the densely packed spear phalanx, or tens of thousands of spears. Howling, like arrows like a rainstorm.

As Ye Zi said, it is also death, why not die on your own journey?

Therefore, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, even if there is no hope, as long as they are given a chance, the rat people are willing to take risks and fight desperately.

The messenger of the Great Horned Rat God saw this.

He had already sent someone to secretly contact the rat people servants in the major arenas.

A group of fanatics with firm belief in the horned rat god have been cultivated.

Even a few days ago, when Kasava Bloodhoof deliberately spread the statement that "The Horned Rat God does not exist, and the so-called messengers are just spies from the Golden Clan", many Rat People servants who did not know the truth were shaken in their beliefs and panicked.

These key elements are still full of confidence in the "miracle" of the horned rat god.

Today, a miracle really happened.

In the major arenas of Blackhorn City, even though they do not have strong combat power, they have rich combat experience. I have seen clan warriors wearing totem armor countless times at the arena, releasing oppressive and explosive power The aura of the rat people, so the rat people's handymen with strong endurance, were all ecstatic.

They jumped up recklessly, according to the plan agreed with the messenger, broke the dungeon where the "wild rats" were held, greeted the vacillating Rat People's servants, and led a large number of Rat People to snatch weapons and supplies in the arena.

Afterwards, they rushed out of the arena and met at the designated location, preparing to escape from Blackhorn City.

Those "wild rats" who were forcibly captured by the draft team and imprisoned in a dark prison for three to five days or even ten and a half months, still harboring an unforgettable hatred, have not yet been domesticated, not to mention, they are naturally the horned rat god The most ardent admirers.

As long as they are given a sharpened bone blade or spear, they dare to attack the clan warriors who destroy their homes and slaughter their relatives.

All of a sudden, piercing bone whistles were heard from all directions in the Blood Skull Arena.

A large number of rat people, under the guidance of the bone whistle, assembled a frenzy that was more powerful than the shock wave.

Breaking through dungeon after dungeon, they charged into armories whose doors had been cracked by explosions, and armed themselves.

With a hysterical cry, they rushed to the warehouse where the Datura fruit was stored, and snatched back the food that was originally robbed from their homes.

Some clan warriors also noticed the commotion of the Rat People.

Immediately the most severe repression took place.

But there are too few clan warriors stationed in the Bloodskull Arena.

Except for the Wildhammer, those warriors of the clan who possessed certain combat power had long been taken outside the city by Kasav, trying to get ahead in the actual combat exercises.

Most of those left in the arena were disabled warriors with missing arms or legs, or elderly warriors with gray hair who hadn't been on the arena for a long time.

These samurai had just been shaken by a series of explosions.

There were also people who were smashed to the ground by the flaming flying stones and burned to death.

Looking at the unrecognizable Blackcorner City, they fell into a great shock, and they didn't understand what happened at all.

Naturally, a quick and effective response cannot be made.

Even if they rushed towards the rioting rat people aggressively.

But the Rat People did not communicate directly with the warriors, and often screamed a few times before dispersing.

The warriors raised their knives and fell, so they could kill a few rat people.

But it is impossible to find out all the rat people who are in chaos in the arena that is constantly burning and collapsing.

To quell the chaos in the blood skull arena, they can only rely on a large number of rat people servants.

The problem is that now no one can tell which rat people believed in the horned rat god and participated in this riot.

After witnessing such a "miracle", those Ratmen servants remained unmoved and devoted their lives to the Bloodhoof Clan.

——Perhaps, even the Rat People's servants themselves couldn't tell the difference.

So, it is inevitable that such a thing will happen.

A group of rat servants who were originally loyal to their master rushed out armed to the teeth after the explosion, trying to maintain order.

But he was killed by the oblique stab, and was blown into disgrace. The mad warriors of the clan regarded him as a "traitor" and hacked and killed indiscriminately.

Most of the "house mice" were beheaded, and a small number of "house mice" who escaped did not dare to show their heads in front of the red-eyed samurai master.

When they encountered a group of Rat People servants who were organized by the backbone elements and tried to rush out, they were often confused and coerced.

The situation was so chaotic, naturally no one could hear the Wildhammer's exasperated roar.

Even if they "hear", no one can "obey".

Because in the middle of the flames and gunpowder smoke, no one noticed Meng Chao's figure except the Wildhammer.

Fortunately, Meng Chao exhausted all his strength when he seemed to escape from the training camp.

At this moment, he was limping on the eaves, not escaping from the Wildhammer's sight.

"Hmph, you've been vomiting and diarrhea all night, let's see how much strength you have left to escape from my palm!"

Wildhammer's two raised fangs trembled, "When I catch you, I'm going to step on my feet, crushing your dirty, bastard bones, inch by inch!"

His weight was too great for jumping on crumbling roofs.

However, there are falling gravels all around, and the power of rolling and flinging with the stretchable proboscis is comparable to the stone bullets thrown by a large trebuchet.

boom!

Boom!

The gravel kept falling behind Meng Chao, smashing the place where he had just landed, and it collapsed.

Meng Chao let out a strange cry, and jumped up and down among the ruined walls, in extreme distress.

This posture of being able to hit the bull's-eye with a slight difference attracted Wildhammer even more.

He didn't even care about getting into the depths of the ruins where the gunpowder smoke was the thickest, where he couldn't see his fingers, and there were no warriors from other clans around him.

boom!

boom!

When the mouse with black hair and black eyes was getting slower and slower, and fled into the blind corner of the ruins in a panic.

Wildhammer finally seized the opportunity, rolled up two pieces of rubble at the same time, and shot them hard at his vest and feet.

Meng Chao was finally hit by gravel.

With a scream, he spat out a mouthful of exaggerated blood.

The crumbling ruins under his feet also collapsed further, and the whole person sank down, swallowed by the spewing smoke and dust.

With a grinning grin, Wildhammer strode forward and burrowed into the smoke, trying to drag Meng Chao's mangled body out, bring him back to the training camp, and inflict the cruelest punishment to deter those untouchables who were ready to move.

But he didn't expect that at the moment when he got into the smoke and his eyes were covered, there was a faint coolness in front of his throat.

The Wildhammer's pupils shrank suddenly.

The stretchable proboscis froze into a popsicle.

Even gave birth to the illusion that the head has moved.

He let out a shrill cry.

The legs as thick as pillars stomped hard on the ruins, blasting the broken walls under their feet, and forcibly sank by half an arm's height.

I heard a "shua", and a biting coolness came from the top of my head.

Immediately afterwards, the wet liquid blurred the eyes and flowed to the corners of the mouth, which tasted salty.

It was his blood.

A sharp blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, grazed his head silently, clinging to the skull, and peeled off a large piece of his scalp.

And if he hadn't reacted in time, this knife would have severed his throat.

Until this moment, the piercing pain came from the top of his head.

Like an ice pick, it was inserted fiercely from the gap in his skull, all the way to his tailbone.

Facing the invisible smoke and dust, the darkness deep in the smoke and dust, and the attackers in the darkness.

One of the four aces of the Blood Skull Arena, who once defeated countless powerful enemies on the arena and tore apart countless totem beasts, the holder of the totem armor "Locomotive", the deepest part of the brain, uncontrollably gushes out fear .