Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Thinking of this, most of the thousands of Rat People servants stood up.

Led by Ye Zi and other twenty-nine veterans handpicked by Meng Chao, they gathered into a scorching torrent and rushed towards the gate of the training camp.

The eyes of the house mouse soldiers who were staring at the Wildhammer radiated a faint light.

The Wildhammer's house rat soldiers looked like bereaved dogs with their spines broken, so they couldn't even straighten their backs.

They were terrified, and asked sternly, "You, what do you want to do, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Hmph, even your master was beaten to the bum by the Night Demon, you bastards, why are you so proud?"

The spider hid in the crowd, and said in a strange voice, "Be careful when the Bloodhoof army returns to the city, and let you be buried with the Wildhammer!"

This sentence made all the house mouse soldiers turn pale.

The Turan civilization did not have a tradition of burial.

Because after the death of the Glory Warrior, he will go to the holy mountain where he will fight forever in the daytime and revel in the eternal carnival at night, to join the ranks of the ancestral spirits.

And the lowly rat people are obviously not qualified to enter the holy mountain after death.

Since the fate of each other is not consistent, there is no point in burial.

However, their master Wildhammer was seriously injured, and in all likelihood lost most of his fighting power.

Having been branded with such a humiliating mark on his forehead by the Night Demon, he probably would never even want to raise his head in the circle of honored warriors in this life.

They, the house mouse soldiers, could no longer serve the Wildhammer.

If it was transferred to someone else, it would naturally be impossible to continue to serve as a personal soldier with a higher status than other rat people.

It is very likely to become cannon fodder, and sooner or later you will have to face the minions of ligers, the rain of arrows from elves, the artillery of dwarves and the magic of the Holy Light Terran.

Thinking of this, the Wildhammer's house mouse soldiers were full of bitterness, how could they have any fighting spirit?

"If you don't want to die, just rush out with us!"

Ye Zi took the opportunity to instigate, "Stay in Blackhorn City, you soldiers who are not good at protecting the master, you can only die, but if you fight for the big horned rat god and the rat people themselves, those of us have received rigorous training and are equipped with skilled combat skills Soldiers, will be able to find a way out!

"Don't hesitate. The tradition of the Turanians is to submit to the strong. Look at the Wildhammer's horrible appearance. Is he really worth your hard work?"

After these words, many of the Wildhammer's house mouse soldiers lowered their heads deeply, their eyes wandering to the sides.

Only a very small number of diehards still gritted their teeth and stood in place.

Their number is no more than dozens of people.

Now that the matter was over, Ye Zi stopped talking nonsense, snorted coldly, strode forward, and bumped straight at the captain of the Wildhammer's bodyguard.

The captain of the personal army has actually heard of this "naturally powerful" boy.

But he was still deceived by Ye Zi's baby face.

Just as she was about to draw the knife, Ye Zi suddenly accelerated, crashing into his arms at lightning speed.

There was only a "bang", and the two sides collided firmly.

You know, most of the Wildhammer's soldiers are as tall and big as him, and they wear well-cast metal armor, like statues cast in copper and iron.

Although Ye Zi had gained more than a dozen pounds of muscle under Meng Chao's control, she still looked tall and thin because of her stature springing up like mushrooms after rain.

Just looking at the body shape comparison, everyone thought that the leaf would hit the iron plate and bounce back.

Unexpectedly, the result turned out to be that the captain of the Wildhammer's bodyguard grunted, flew upside down more than a dozen arms away, hit the wall heavily, made another muffled sound of broken tendons and bones, slid down crookedly, and collapsed on the ground , did not move.

And at the moment of the impact, Ye Zi's eyes were quick, and he pulled out the broad-backed saber from the opponent's waist, and slashed fiercely, creating two ripples visible to the naked eye in the air, making a "buzz buzz" hissing sound .

The Ratman boy's eyes took Ripple and shot at the rest of the diehards.

These guys did not expect that the leaf, which looks like a baby, possesses such amazing power.

They swallowed their saliva with difficulty, and before their brains responded, their legs were trembling and limp involuntarily.

"lets go!"

Ye Zi held his head high and waved his sword, "Next, we will fight for ourselves!"

...

Meng Chaozhuo stood on the highest point of the roof of the training camp, in the shadow of gunpowder smoke, watching Ye Zi rush out with a large number of Rat Min servants.

The growth rate of the mouse people boy is faster than he imagined, maybe he can expect this seed that he planted casually, to grow into a towering tree in the near future.

Although a mere big tree cannot change the future.

But if a hundred, a thousand or even ten thousand trees gather together, maybe they can change the world and create a new world?

"Finally sent Ye Zi and the others away, and from now on, we can happily... let's go wild!"

Meng Chao looked over the chaotic blood skull arena, and cast his eyes on the burning black corner city.

He grinned under the mirror-smooth visor without any decoration except for the circular honeycomb-shaped light-transmitting holes.

Tapping on tiptoes, he leaped forward, and silently drew a mysterious arc in the smoky midair, surpassed Ye Zi and the others, and just landed on their way forward, yelling, jumping furiously, waving Tomahawks and heavy swords, behind the bloodhoof warriors trying to restore order.

The Bloodhoof warriors who stayed behind in the Bloodskull Arena, old and disabled, were no match for Meng Chao, who was gradually recovering his strength and re-entering the heavenly realm.

To deal with them, Meng Chao didn't even have to use the curved blade extending from the back of his elbow.

Just by lightly slashing with a knife, you can accurately grasp the back of their necks and the gap between the cervical vertebrae based on the subtle touch feedback from the totem armor, and input a high-frequency trembling spiritual energy just right to disperse their cervical vertebrae.

The dislocation of their cervical spine caused them to lie limp on the ground, unable to utter an exclamation.

If they don't want to be paralyzed for the rest of their lives, these guys can only lie there obediently, motionless, waiting for the witch doctor's rescue.

The blood skull arena at this moment is the best hunting ground for ghost assassins.

Meng Chao knocked down more than a dozen Bloodhoof Warriors in a row, and successfully opened a green passage for Ye Zi and the others to rush to the Bloodskull Arena.

He didn't let the other party see his true face clearly, let alone let the other party successfully swing a sword at him once.

In fact, compared with these bloodhoof warriors with missing arms and legs, it was the totem armor itself that caused him more trouble.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

When he was sneak attacking the Bloodhoof Warrior, the totem armor kept stimulating his auditory nerves, like hundreds of bloodthirsty flies, buzzing in his ears.

In his field of vision, there are also various stimulating and tempting sound and light effects, such as marking the blood hoof warrior's fatal points with shining arrows, luring him to attack.

His dopamine and endorphin levels also increased uncontrollably and quickly broke through the limit, making him approach the abyss of madness again and again.

This made Meng Chao confirm once again that the totem armor is an extremely dangerous ultimate weapon for individual soldiers.

Because it has a very advanced - perhaps too advanced strong artificial intelligence operating system.

This kind of strong artificial intelligence poured into liquid metal with incredible technology can even continuously learn the thinking and fighting mode of each generation of masters, optimize its own moves and tactics, and use the sound and light effects that are both illusory and real to simulate the past generations. image of the master.

That is the "ancestral spirit" or "war spirit" worshiped by the high-level orcs.

In the end, it uses its combat wisdom, which is far superior to that of flesh and blood, to influence the new master in a subtle way.

Let the new owner gradually change from adopting its rationalization suggestions, to obeying it, and then completely letting go of his will to it, completely reducing him to a puppet of the totem armor, a slave to the desire to kill, a machine that only knows destruction and destruction. machine.

In a word, totem armor can indeed greatly improve the wearer's combat effectiveness and battlefield survivability.

But as long as the totem armor is put on, the wearer will become the purest, most thorough, and extreme warrior, and will regard fighting as the only meaning in life.

Meng Chao didn't know how the ancestors of the high-level orcs could invent such terrifying ultimate equipment for individual soldiers.

He felt that the decline of Turan civilization to the point where it is close to drinking blood has nothing to do with the totem armor.

If the best one out of a hundred in a civilization thinks all about fighting and killing, and those who undertake all the work except fighting and killing are "humble rat people".

How can such a civilization continue, develop continuously, and create greater brilliance?

In this sense, the totem armor and the mandala tree are the same.

They helped the Turan civilization to continue in a very extreme way, and lasted for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years.

But it locks up or even kills all possibilities of this civilization, except for constantly launching wars and falling into a killing cycle.

Although clearly aware of this.

Meng Chao still chose to drink poison to quench his thirst.

He believes that he can resist the negative effects of the totem armor.

Only use the ever-evolving and powerful totem armor to complete his mission of saving Dragon City.

Even if you really can't resist.

As long as the future of Dragon City can be pushed one meter in the direction of "preventing destruction", no, even one centimeter, one millimeter, it's worth it, right?

Besides, there is "fire"!

Meng Chao was surprised and delighted to find out that as he attacked around in "James of the Brave", he took advantage of the fire to loot and fish in troubled waters.

After wolfing down more and more totem beast flesh and the secret medicine prepared by the witch doctors.

While the blood vessels and spiritual veins continued to fill, the long-sleeping fire in the depths of the brain also showed signs of awakening.

Although Tinder still has not released new tasks.

It also cannot be exchanged for new skills.

But every time, when the strong artificial intelligence equipped with the totem armor flashes information in front of his eyes and keeps chattering in his ears, the fire will always shine and emit a strong light to help him defend his heart and stay awake .