It's a pity that the sharp blade of the god of death has already harvested their souls before the regretful emotions surfaced in their hearts.

What was a dead forest a moment ago turned into a noisy and bloody slaughterhouse in an instant.

Dozens of Ratmen soldiers were decapitated or even torn apart immediately, and were torn into bloody pieces by the wolves.

More Ratmen warriors had broken tendons and bones, spurted blood wildly, and the arms holding the sharp blades also broke away from their bodies and flew high.

More importantly, their carefully camouflaged formation was completely overwhelmed by the elite wolf tribe that fell from the sky.

Everyone is trapped in the hopeless situation of silos and disunity.

Of course, these rat people warriors who look at death as home are not willing to go to see their rat god empty-handed.

The mass killing information that was forcibly instilled into the depths of his brain last night played a key role at this moment.

The brains of many rat people warriors are still immersed in long dreams, unable to extricate themselves from hundreds of tragic fights.

One of the sequelae brought about by the overload of brain cells is that they cannot distinguish the difference between dreams and reality, or even the difference between life and death.

The strong smell of blood activated the "switch" deep in their brains, making them mistakenly believe that everything that happened before them was just another nightmare.

Then, just like the hundreds of nightmares experienced last night, turn into a demon in the nightmare and fight happily!

Thinking of this, the Rat Warrior quickly came to his senses and got rid of the fear caused by the howling of wolves. His eyes were red, foaming at the mouth, and streams of heat gushed out of his nose, like a killing machine that was about to fry. The nearest wolf clan elite rushed forward.

Of course they are no match for the wolf elite.

But life and death on the battlefield are not determined by a simple comparison of battle data.

The distance between the two sides is too close.

The environment in the jungle is also too complicated.

Even the elite minions of the wolf tribe can easily penetrate the chest of the Rat Warrior.

But the loyalty to the Great Horned Rat God can temporarily replace the beating heart of "Bu Bu", and pump the last and strongest power into the limbs of the Rat Warrior.

Let them hug the elite of the wolf tribe tightly while shouting, and stab the sword, dagger, and even their own teeth along the gaps in the armor, deep into the flesh and blood of the elite wolf tribe.

It was also the first time for these wolf elites to face off against the elite soldiers of the Great Horn Legion.

They also made the mistake of underestimating the enemy.

Just like the Rat Warriors just now, they had the idea of ​​"breaking down the enemy's formation with one effort".

He thought that as long as he fell from the sky, he would be able to scare the crap out of the rat people warriors with howling wolves.

Neither of them expected that the other's resilience was so amazing.

The duel where the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road quickly turned into an extremely tragic battle.

The elite wolf tribe is certainly superior.

If he wanted to eat up all the Rat Warriors in the shortest possible time, he had to pay a heavy price.

And the spirit and combat power displayed by the rat people warriors are completely different from the ordinary rat people, which also makes the elite wolf tribe mistakenly think that the enemy in front of them is all the ambushes.

Unknowingly, both sides lost the concept of formation, like two exhausted fighting dogs entangled in the depths of the jungle.

Even hugging each other, falling into the swamp together, unwilling and unable to let go of each other.

Only a very small number of masters such as Meng Chao and Ice Storm could not be disturbed by the chaotic battle situation.

Meng Chao focused half of his attention on the swords and swords around him.

Try to appear a little bit higher than the Rat Warriors, to ensure your own safety, but not to be attacked by the elite wolves.

But the other half of his attention was projected to the surrounding jungle, not letting go of every sign in the depths of the jungle.

Meng Chao could tell that the main force of the White Bone Camp was nearby.

Now, hundreds of crazy Rat Warriors have already entangled the elite of the wolf clan, and the main force of the Bone Battalion cannot miss this fleeting opportunity.

But Meng Chao hadn't guessed how the main force of the White Bone Camp would arrive.

You know, they can't ambush too close to the jungle.

Otherwise, the scouts released by the wolf reinforcements would find them along with Meng Chao's ambush soldiers.

But it's also impossible for them to ambush too far.

Otherwise, the long-distance raid will cause too much noise and take a lot of time. The elite wolf clan who detected it in advance are fully capable of getting rid of the entanglement and withdrawing from the jungle.

Seeing the rat warriors around Meng Chao fall down one after another.

The elite wolf clan gradually grasped the initiative on the battlefield, and was able to assemble and advance and retreat calmly.

How can the main force of the White Bone Camp appear in front of them without anyone noticing?

At the time of being puzzled.

Meng Chao's nostrils constricted, and he smelled a sour smell.

The familiar smell activated the database deep in his brain.

Quickly compared with hundreds of materials in memory, and finally narrowed down the scope of comparison to seven or eight materials rich in spiritual energy, flammable and explosive.

A fine layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out of Meng Chao's forehead.

"Quick, get down!"

Regardless of the fact that there was a wolf cavalry soldier beside him, he swung a saber that was three or four arms long, and slashed at his neck fiercely.

But he roared at the ice storm beside him, leaped in a fish, and smashed heavily into the mud.

Hold your head with your hands, use your elbows and toes as the fulcrum, and hang your chest and abdomen in the air, supporting the ground.

The wolf cavalry rushed to nothing.

The horse-chopping knife only cut off a few hairs of Meng Chao.

But with exquisite riding skills, he controlled the wolf to pedal heavily on a mandala tree in front of him, turned around with extreme dexterity, and raised his sharp blade towards Meng Chao again.

The wolf cavalryman didn't know why Meng Chao fell down suddenly.

He thought he was so frightened by his unstoppable sword light that his legs were weak.

There was half sarcasm and half cruel light in his eyes.

The wolf cavalry and the warg under his crotch laughed cruelly at the same time.

The laughter was quickly covered by the whistling sound of the high-frequency vibration of the blade.

The wolf cavalry sped up again, their swords flickered, and a flame seven or eight arms long spewed out, piercing Meng Chao's neck.

Until now, Meng Chao still did not hide.

He just raised his head slightly from the encircling arms, and looked at the wolf cavalry with eyes full of pity.

It was like looking at a mutilated, bloody corpse.

boom!

Just then, the explosion happened.

This jungle is full of swamps.

Every swamp was filled with black, gelatinous mud, bubbling with "gulp, gulp".

In the long and prosperous era of the past half century, all the creatures in Turanze have multiplied and grown wantonly.

Not only the number of high-level orcs has reached several times the peak.

The ecosystem in the jungle has also become extremely complex and rich.

The result of the mass reproduction and mass death of organisms is the humus in the jungle, which is at least three to five times thicker than at any time in the past.

A large amount of humus and swamp are integrated.

Continuous fermentation at the bottom of the swamp releases a large amount of flammable and explosive methane.

After the fierce fight between the two sides just now, the shock wave shook the swamp, causing the methane to rise from the depths of the mud.

Of course, in the natural environment, no matter how high the concentration of such methane is, it is not easy to explode.

After all, the jungle is not a confined space like an underground passage.

Even if the methane spewing out from the depths of the swamp permeated the jungle low due to its high density, it was ignited by lightning.

At most, it can ignite a raging flame, but it is difficult to turn it into a devastating shock wave.

But what if the real ambush had already planted a large number of explosives in the depths of the swamp?

The Bighorn Corps has very specialized capabilities in geotechnical and blasting operations.

Since they could use a series of methane gas explosions to turn the whole city of Noire upside down.

Install a batch of explosives at a key location deep in the jungle, and when the elite wolf tribe comes out, and the first wave of ambushes acting as bait is indistinguishable, it will be detonated suddenly, causing shock waves and raging flames to envelop the entire battlefield , How difficult is it to completely disrupt the elite position of the wolf clan?

Meng Chao only felt a river of magma flowing mightily above his head.

Even if he condensed his spiritual energy in time to protect his head and back, he still felt a sharp pain in his back, as if hundreds of fire ants were crawling and biting.

The hair protruding from between the fingers was all curled up by the burn, giving off an unpleasant burnt smell.

Both ears were even more wet, as if the eardrums had been torn apart by a violent explosion.

Fortunately, biogas explosions in the open air come and go quickly.

The flame storm that swept across the entire jungle swirled and extinguished.

What was left was a mess and a horrible environment.

The wolf cavalryman who had just swung his saber and rushed towards Meng Chao was blown away by the shock wave for dozens of meters, and hit a thick mandala tree with three or five people hugging him hard, almost breaking the tree.

He and the warg under his crotch were also hit with broken bones and bones, and were smashed into mud, and were burned to death by the ensuing flames. At this moment, they were curled up under the tree, turning into two wriggling rotten flesh.

The situation of the rest of the wolf cavalry is not much better than this guy.

Many people were thrown away by the shock wave, hanging in strange shapes among the charred branches, like black puppets with burnt strings.

Some people's armor was torn apart, and their hair was burned off. From the original majestic wolf elite, it became a shivering bereaved dog.

Even a powerful high-ranking warrior realized that the situation was not good in the moment before the methane explosion, and activated the power of the totem in time, or was originally wearing a totem armor, which resisted 90% of the destructive power.

They were also blown to pieces, or they were stunned while leaning on their weapons, or staggered like a drunk. For a while, they couldn't come back to their senses.

To make matters worse, although the explosion subsided, the flames were still raging.

The towering trees in the jungle were originally the best fuel.

The real ambush soldiers of the Bone Camp had already spread a lot of grease on the carefully selected trees to ensure that they would catch fire at any point, and instantly turned into torches bursting out with the light of death.

The flames formed a wall of fire, tearing apart the elite formation of the wolf clan.

The gushing smoke completely obscured the vision of the wolf elite and interfered with their perception, making them unable to discover in time the real destroyer that swept like a flash flood.

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