Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

In order to meet the hundreds of thousands of rat people, they all escaped from Blackhorn City smoothly.

Naturally, there was more than one messenger of the rat god who sneaked into Blackhorn City.

Except for temple thieves who are good at stealth and cracking mechanisms.

There are also a large number of rat god messengers, all of whom are elite warriors who are good at fighting to the death.

Even compared to the Bloodhoof Warriors, they are still a bit inferior.

However, the mobility of the Bloodhoof Warrior was firmly held back by hundreds of fearless rat rebels, and their explosive power was exhausted.

The surprise attack of several rat god messengers still had a chance to easily reap the bloodhoof warrior's life.

When seven or eight bloodhoof warriors were seemingly galloping and killing all directions, they were silently swallowed by the frenzy of rat people.

The remaining Bloodhoof Warriors finally came to their senses and realized that there were extremely dangerous assassins dormant among the seemingly weak Rat People's Rebel Army.

They could only change their strategy, slow down their offensive rhythm, and try to peel and divide the Rat People's Rebels layer by layer from the periphery like peeling an onion.

In this way, the marching speed will naturally be greatly slowed down.

Generally speaking, the two sides are in a temporary stalemate in the north of the city.

Because of the limited strength of the Bloodhoof Warriors and lack of desire to attack, they could not penetrate the Ratmen Frenzy from the middle, and then divide and annihilate them.

But because of their constant harassment, the Rat People's Rebel Army was in a state of extreme chaos.

When cornered, many Rat People were able to arouse the courage to die at all costs, and launched a fearless charge against the butcher's knife of the Bloodhoof Warrior.

But the escape route is right in front of them, and the desire to survive derived from their genetic instinct makes them scramble and push forward desperately.

No matter how the messenger of the Rat God commanded and dispatched the people until everyone was overwhelmed, the order of the fleeing team could not be restored.

Such a stalemate is naturally very detrimental to the fugitives.

Because the main force of the Bloodhoof army is constantly advancing towards Blackhorn City.

Every half a quarter, a Bloodhoof battle group arrives at Blackhorn City, able to throw more troops into the city.

And the fire and riots in Blackhorn City cannot continue endlessly.

When the flames sweeping across the city were extinguished, most areas were cleared and controlled, the Bloodhoof team could communicate effectively, and orders from outside the city could reach the elite warriors at the front line unimpeded.

That was the death date of the Rat People's Rebel Army who were still stranded in Blackhorn City.

"It's not the way to go on like this."

Meng Chao observed for a while and came to the conclusion, "The retreat speed of the rat people is too slow. At this speed, in the end, at least one-third of the rat people will stay in Black Point City, waiting to bear the burden." The wrath of the Bloodhoof warriors."

"no way."

Ice Storm said, "Their opponents are vicious Bloodhoof Warriors. Even if the other party is afraid of the Rat God's envoy who is mixed among them and dare not charge into the depths of the Rat Surge, the harassment from the outside is enough to make the Rat People's Rebels suffer a lot. .

"In this case, not to mention two-thirds of the escape, even half of it would be considered good!"

"Therefore, we must find a way to reduce the pressure on the periphery of the Rat People's Rebel Army."

Meng Chao's thoughts turned, and he said to Bing Fengfeng, "How many extra ancient weapons, armor fragments, and secret medicines do you have?"

"Not much, just lost it all."

Ice Storm paused, and couldn't help but said, "I never dreamed that the word 'extra' could be added before 'ancient weapons, armor fragments and secret medicine'!"

"Then extract some from the storage space of the totem armor."

Seeing Ice Storm's distressed face, Meng Chao could only say, "Don't worry, I don't want the child to be caught by the wolf. Besides, I don't know if these guys will be able to take these ancient treasures from us!"

The two sneaked up to the right distance from the bloodhoof warriors in front of them.

Afterwards, several trophies were extracted from the totem armor.

These trophies that have been enshrined in the major temples for at least three to five hundred years are all murderous and ferocious weapons.

Even if the power of the totem was temporarily sealed, it still trembled slightly, faintly emitting the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon.

It was as if he could not wait to unleash the most violent power and drink the blood and life of the enemy.

When Meng Chao and Ice Storm input several strands of psychic energy into it, unlocking the seal, and activating the fierce soul, these magical weapons even shot out beams of light invisible to the naked eye, but which the totem warriors could clearly perceive, like the night The fireflies struck by lightning are so clear and even dazzling.

Not surprisingly, the ferocious flames of these magic weapons were immediately sensed by the bloodhoof warriors who were suppressing the Rat People's Rebel Army who were close at hand.

These bloodhoof warriors immediately became distracted.

"What a strong killing intent!"

"Yes, it's the breath of the magic weapon!"

"Such surging totem power, at least the fragments of the 'Millennium Armor', can exude the smell!"

Looking at each other, every bloodhoof warrior saw the luster of greed and wavering emotions in each other's eyes.

These bloodhoof warriors did not come from the rich and powerful families in Blackhorn City.

The powerhouses of the rich and powerful families are hunting down the temple thieves, trying to recapture or snatch the ancient treasures.

Only they, as third-rate warriors from vassal families, received a vague order: "Suppress the riots of the rat people and restore order in Blackhorn City."

But they are not fools.

He quickly figured out where the rich and powerful men who entered the city with him went and what they got in such a hurry.

Compared with the rich and powerful who seized a large number of ancient treasures, not only made up for all losses, but also made a small fortune.

It is obviously a thankless job to suppress these crazy and fearless rat rebels in front of them.

The Rat People's Rebels are like stones in the latrine, smelly and hard, and can knock off a few of their teeth if they are not careful.

Even if you kill a thousand or eight hundred ratmen in one go, the loot you can get is nothing more than blood-soaked mandala fruits, crudely made bone sticks and stone hammers, and the bloodhoof warriors don't like it at all. The so-called "armor" made of skin inlaid with bone fragments.

As for the military exploits that the Bloodhoof Warriors valued the most—suppressing the rat people in the area, what kind of military exploits could it be?

In the future, in taverns and casinos, when you show off your martial arts with others, you won't be able to use the example of suppressing the rat people to prove your bravery, right?

Not to mention, these crazy rat people really seem to be possessed by demons, which is a bit tricky.

More than a dozen Bloodhoof Warriors have already disappeared in the seemingly chaotic, noisy, mob-like frenzy of Rat People.

Like all Turanian warriors, Bloodhoof is not afraid of death.

But it's one thing to die at the hands of a strong man from the Golden Clan, or a magician from the Land of Light.

To die at the hands of the humble rat people is another matter.

The former is an honorable sacrifice.

The latter is a curse more terrifying than death!

No one can bear the shame of his soul flying to the holy mountain with other victims after his death, only to be discovered by the ancestors on the holy mountain that he died at the hands of the rat people and kicked from the clouds into the abyss.

Since there is no benefit in aggressively attacking, it may bring shame beyond redemption.

No matter how well-developed his limbs and cruel temperament, the Bloodhoof Warrior will calm down quickly and settle the score.

They didn't want to continue to entangle with the Rat People's Rebel Army for a long time.

And want to join the ranks of "hunting down the temple thief and retrieving the stolen treasure".

However, the two sides have already had contact, and the criminals who "face the mere rat people and flee without fighting" are even more humiliating, and it is not that they have no background and can afford it.

That's why we always "fulfill our duties, fight steadily, and advance slowly."

Until now, close at hand, exuding the breath of ancient treasures, just like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"The enemy is now, so we naturally can't leave the northern part of the city, but the aura of the ancient treasure is emitted from nearby. Go over and check it. It's definitely not a violation of military orders, right?"

"Of course not. Following the aura of the ancient treasure, it is very possible to find the temple thief. Does it matter whether it is the ordinary rat rioters or the temple thief?"

"Ordinary rat people rioters are all tightly blocked here, and it is impossible to break out in a short while; but the number of temple thieves is rare and their whereabouts are secretive. If we let them slip away from us and take away a large number None of us can afford the treasure in Blackhorn City!"

The incomparably sufficient reason immediately aroused all the courage and fighting spirit of the bloodhoof warriors.

They made them turn their guns without hesitation, and rushed towards the direction where the ancient treasure exuded the power of the totem.

Next, the farce that happened dozens of times earlier in the city of Noire was staged again.

When this team of bloodhoof warriors rushed to the position where the ancient treasure had stirred up the power of the totem, it happened to bump into another team that came to the door smelling murderous intent.

This is a wealthy team born and bred in the city of Noire.

But there are only three of them.

The two sides met on a narrow road, staring at each other, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Perhaps, giving them more time to assess each other's strengths, they can reach a friendly agreement, such as "two one plus five".

However, just when each other was caught off guard, their nerves stretched to the limit, and even their swords were on edge, the walls on both sides of the street where they were located, which were impacted by the explosion and scorched by the flames, collapsed.

For a moment, gravel splashed and dust covered everyone's sight.

In the chaos, there was the scream of sharp blades flying.

Someone screamed, and blood flowers bloomed in the dust.

"They're doing it!"

I don't know who it is, who yelled this sentence like a curse.

The two groups of bloodhoof warriors pulled out their weapons as if possessed, and rushed towards each other who were supposed to fight side by side.