Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Although these arrows are in the hands of the mouseman archer, it is impossible to exert the most powerful lethality like in the hands of the original owner.

However, their absolute superiority in numbers allowed them to effectively suppress the few defenders in the small town.

Seeing the frenzy of black rat people swallowed three trenches in a row, they were about to approach the city tower.

The seemingly bloody city gate finally opened, and a group of tiger warriors wearing totem armor rushed out.

Perhaps the Tiger Warrior's stature is not as huge as that of the Manxiang Warrior.

The murderous aura soaring into the sky condensed into ever-changing totems above and behind their heads, just like countless tigers surrounded, but it made them release a more dangerous sense of oppression than the elephant warriors.

The tiger warrior rushed into the frenzy of the rat people, like a red-hot sword, slashing hard into the frozen cheese.

With every claw swing, every tear, every roar, several Rat People will be torn to pieces by the tiger warriors, leaving no place for them to die.

No matter how fierce, crazy, or tyrannical the Rat People are, they are no match for the Tiger Warrior.

However, the number of Ratmen is simply too many.

It's like an arrow with the power of a totem, which can't scare the rat people.

The fierce tiger warrior's hand-to-hand combat failed to make the rat people flee.

On the contrary, it stimulated their nerves, fueling the fire of killing deep in their brains, burning crazily.

"glory!"

"glory!"

"glory!"

The rat people scrambled to shout the battle cry that only clan warriors were qualified to shout, and rushed towards the fangs and claws of the tiger warriors as if they were dead.

Even if the body is torn apart, and even the internal organs are gushing out from the huge wound, they still have to use their limbs to hug the tiger warrior tightly, delaying the opponent's attack, and let the ancestor spirit hanging above their heads see Their unparalleled audacity and pride.

And not far from the line of fire where the flesh and blood were flying, the priests of the mouse god on the arrow tower held out the secret medicine that was glowing with strange light and steaming hot.

"This is the divine medicine bestowed upon us by the Rat God. It contains the power accumulated by the Rat God during ten thousand years of slumber. Only a very pious warrior who has overcome all fears can bear it!"

The priests of the Rat God shouted hoarsely, "Who can bear this power to win the battle for the Rat God and win the real glory?"

"I can!"

"I can take the glory!"

"I, I am the warrior who is extremely devout to the Rat God!"

"Let me come, give me the magic medicine, give me!"

Under the arrow tower, countless rat people stretched out their hands one after another, like hungry zombies, yearning for the freshest brains, eager for the priest to give them the magic medicine.

Although they all know that after taking the magic medicine, there will be various side effects more or less.

At the least, he was exhausted and lay in bed for several days unable to move.

In severe cases, he died suddenly on the spot, and his blood evaporated or even burned.

However, after taking the magic medicine, the thrill of being reborn, reborn from the ashes, and instantly increasing their combat power tenfold, enough to compete with the clan warriors, still attracted them like a bottomless vortex.

What's more, according to the priests, dying from exhaustion on the battlefield after taking the magic medicine is the most sacred and honorable way to die.

When their flesh and blood are burning, their brave and fearless souls will be able to soar up to the top of the holy mountain, the embrace of the Horned Rat God!

All rat people regard the magic medicine as a shortcut to the holy mountain.

It's a pity that after the end of the escape route and the Big Horn Legion gradually took the initiative, not all the rat people could get the magic medicine.

In every battle, among the tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of rat people, only one out of ten fighters can get the magic medicine.

As a result, in order to compete for the magic medicine, it often happens that the people of the people fight each other.

The same is true today.

When the priests threw the magic medicine from the arrow tower, the rat people immediately rushed to grab it.

There was only magic medicine in their bloodthirsty red eyes, and there was no mutual existence at all. Before they knew it, they were beaten to the point of bleeding, and their skin was torn apart.

Finally, a small number of lucky ones snatched the magic medicine, held it in both hands, and couldn't wait to swallow it.

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Crazy roars immediately came out from the crowd.

The bones of the lucky ones burst into crackling sounds.

The skin was torn at a speed visible to the naked eye. Inside the bloody wound, deformed and swollen flesh and blood bulged high up. The moment it touched the air, it became as hard as iron, like pieces of dark red granite.

This batch of magic medicine seems to be several times more effective than the magic medicine that the Big Horn officer distributed to the fugitives when they fled the territory of the Bloodhoof clan.

The lucky ones who took the magic medicine also turned into monsters that were several times more ferocious than they used to be.

These battered monsters screamed and waved their arms that were thicker than their thighs and exuded metallic luster. They swung all the rat people in front of them into the air, and jumped in front of the tiger warrior in two steps at a time.

Next, there is a duel between monsters and monsters.

The tiger warrior wearing the totem armor is naturally not something that the rat people who have taken a few magic medicines can compete with.

However, in the face of these lunatics whose vitality is extremely strong, even if they pull out their heart, they may not die in a short while, even if they tear their belly apart, they might be able to pull out their own intestines and strangle the enemy's neck.

Even the extremely ferocious Tiger Warrior was a little frightened, and beads of cold sweat seeped out from under the totem armor.

Many rat people who have taken the magic medicine, when they feel that their lives are overdrawn, their internal organs are turned into magma, and they are about to ignite or even self-destruct, they will often roar, rush forward desperately, and hug the tiger tightly warrior.

Then, together with the enemy, transform into a shining fireball.

Not to mention that the number of these "lunatics" is far more than ten times that of the tiger warriors.

And these warriors stationed in the isolated border city, who are not qualified to go to Chijin City to make an alliance with their blood, and to be incorporated into the golden army, are all old, weak, sick and disabled with their own flaws.

Facing the fierce and fearless impact of the Rat People frenzy, they finally lost after resisting desperately for a whole moment.

When the last tiger warrior left the city to meet the enemy, they were all buried by the high mountains piled up with the corpses of the rat people.

The tiger claw battle flag fluttering high on the city tower finally slowly descended.

Seven or eight crooked columns of smoke ignited in the city.

The city gate on the side facing away from the Rat People frenzy was opened, and the old and weak women and children of the nobles in the city fled in haste carrying battle flags and the treasures in the temple.

The Rat People frenziedly marched forward, leaped over the city wall in an instant, and swallowed the entire town.

In a short time, the flagpole that originally hung the Tiger Claw battle flag high above the city tower, and seven or eight commanding heights in the city were all hung with the battle flags of the Great Horn Legion.

"Long live the Rat God!"

"The Bighorn Legion is invincible!"

"All glory to the supreme horned rat god!"

The Rat People, who had won a big victory, became more fanatical.

Even if the chest was pierced with a transparent hole in the front and back, the seriously wounded who coughed up a big mouthful of blood every time he coughed, all let out hysterical roars.

On the battle flag, there was a skull that looked like a mouse, but was covered with deformed horns. Under the blowing of the gunpowder smoke, it evoked a faint sneer, and silently listened to the overwhelming roars one after another.

...

This small town once named "Tiger's Claw" by the Golden Clan is now full of the footprints of the Rat People and has become a sea of ​​celebration.

Countless rat people waved their battle flags vigorously on the city tower, beat the war drums, and welcomed the new life of the small city with the loudest noise.

There are also many rat people, in the center of the small town, on the square in front of the temple, dancing with the priests, and rewarding the blessing of the horned rat god.

There are also some rat people, armed with hammers, giant axes, shovels and mops soaked in paint, trying to erase the marks left by the tiger people on both sides of the streets and alleys, and then use the battle emblem of the horned rat god to pay for this A city that has just been conquered, marked with a strong and colorful imprint.

There are also a large number of rat people, in groups of three or four, spitting everywhere, bragging about their great achievements in the fierce battle.

According to them, each of these rat people killed a tiger warrior.

If their bragging hadn't been discounted in the slightest, what had been stationed in this city earlier was simply a full-fledged tiger regiment with tens of thousands of tiger warriors.

Of course, everyone was in high spirits and smiling, and the discrepancies in the details didn't matter.

The important thing is that once again, under the protection of the Great Horned Rat God and the leadership of the Great Horned Legion, they achieved an incredible victory that was unimaginable a month ago.

True freedom and dignity are only a stone's throw away.

In the jubilant atmosphere, Meng Chao and Bing Fengfeng were covered in blood and mud, lying on the edge of the wounded barracks, looking at everything with cold eyes, quite out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere.

Naturally, Meng Chao was not injured.

He just didn't want to join these poor people who were dying, celebrating a victory that was about to vanish.

——After resting for two days and one night since the depths of the Great Rift Valley at the junction of the Bloodhoof Clan and the Golden Clan, their team passed through the winding underground tunnels and appeared in the territory of the Golden Clan.

And, like a trickle flowing into a raging tide, together with dozens of other centurions, they merged into a seemingly endless large force, and took the initiative to attack the Golden Clan's city.

At first, Meng Chao thought he had finally met the "main force of the Big Horn Legion" that the officers and priests kept mentioning.

He soon discovered that this so-called large army was nothing more than the fugitives who escaped from the territory of the Bloodhoof clan two days earlier than them, and the rat people who escaped from the territories of the Thunder, Shenmu and Dark Moon clans. Get up, just a big mob.

In addition to expanding the scale dozens of times, everything from weapons to organization, from organization to command, and from command to logistics is extremely poor.

The only thing that is sufficient is the "Blessing of the Horned Rat God" that will come as expected in every dream.

But it's just such a group of rabble with almost nothing.

But at the edge of the territory of the most powerful Golden Clan in Turanze, an earth-shattering storm was set off.