Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The huge blood skull arena instantly became silent.

If it is said that the ice storm knocking down the poisonous stinger is just a thunder, although it is a bit shocking, it is not uncommon.

The seemingly slender wild mouse boy, with an extremely violent attitude, swung the captain of the house mouse servant several times larger than himself with his tomahawk, like a ten-magnitude earthquake that was rare in a century.

And the quake isn't over yet.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of dull eyes, Ye Zi's roar sounded the horn of counterattack.

The "wild mice" who were "panicked and ran away with their heads in their hands" just now took out the skills that Meng Chao had taught them in the past few days, engulfed in "Hundred Fighting Swordsmanship" with anger, and rushed towards the dumbfounded "house mice" like a hungry tiger. Let's smash it all over the head.

The house mouse servants of the Stinger team finally paid the price for their arrogance.

In the continuous charge just now, their hamstrings and joints were under too much pressure beyond the limit, and swelling and cracks appeared one after another.

Perhaps, if he can quickly win this fight, rest immediately and apply the secret medicine for treatment, the swelling and cracks will gradually disappear.

But when Ye Zi and others launched a fierce counterattack, and their main general suffered heavy injuries and squirmed and howled, they were all heartbroken and exhausted like broken teeth, and they could no longer hold back their tendons and joints. like excruciating pain.

Caught off guard, more than a dozen "house mice" who were still maintaining a charging posture were chopped down by the "wild mice" like a mandala tree that had been struck by lightning and broken.

The rest of the "house mice" were all stunned, dripping with cold sweat, and shivering.

Watching the shoulder blades burst, the upper body was almost split in half with broken teeth.

And a poisonous thorn full of ice picks on his chest, which is useless to fight back.

There are more than a dozen companions rolling around and howling.

They were at a loss, not knowing whether to continue to charge, or to rescue their master and companions, or even run away altogether.

The morale condensed purely by strength will be shattered and vanished the moment it collides with a more powerful force.

Although due to the power of the Ironhide family, none of the house mouse servants dared to leave their master and jump off the arena.

But all the audience can see from their horrified expressions that their souls have long since escaped, and what remains on the arena are just bodies waiting to be harvested.

On the other hand, the leaves, spiders, etc. have been scurrying around, and the seemingly distressed "wild mice" seem to have been reborn and have a new look.

They wield blood-stained weapons, and the burst of light in their eyes is not inferior to the warriors of the clan who were born with glory!

"Woo--"

The horn representing "determining the outcome" sounded hastily.

A banner full of seven-color feathers, decorated with iron hoofs and big horns, fluttered high on the side of the ice storm.

The arbiter of this gladiatorial fight, Kasava Bloodhoof, wearing his totem armor "Lava Fury", jumped onto the arena impatiently.

He couldn't help being in a hurry.

Because the ice storm had already pinched the poisonous thorn's neck, lifting the young wild boar warrior high.

At the end of the right arm of "Mithril Ripper", the five claws are close together, and the frost condenses, turning into an ice pick like a knight's spear.

Facing the connection between the helmet and the breastplate, which was opened by the "Million Steam Hammer", it was the critical position of the throat.

"Ice Storm, stop, you have already won!"

Kasav was shocked and angry.

Originally, it was quite normal for several gladiators to die on the arena.

Even members of the Iron Skin family, if they voluntarily step onto the arena, they must be prepared to be blood-stained.

But this gladiatorial fight where the opponent was temporarily replaced was arranged by Kasava himself.

It was also he who swore to Stinger's mother that the young wild boar warrior would definitely make a magnificent debut and become famous in one battle.

Even if he is a member of the famous bloodhoof family.

He also didn't want to easily provoke the anger of the Ironhide family.

At this moment, Kasava regretted beyond measure.

He should have guessed that the ice storm would not give in so easily.

How could he be so foolish as to think that this rebellious female snow leopard warrior would give up her desire for victory?

The ice storm gave Kasava a cold look.

Finally, he didn't kill him.

She split the ice pick into five frozen claws again, grabbed the poisonous thorn's breastplate, and pulled it hard, tearing off a large piece of the "Million Steam Hammer"'s breastplate.

There is no cover for the stinger's bloody chest.

Icestorm could freeze and shatter his heart in the blink of an eye if he wanted to.

This is the most thorough and perfect victory!

The breastplate that was torn off seemed to have an independent life. Lead gray metal wires drilled out of the uneven edges, shaking desperately like flagella, as if looking for the "million steam hammer" Other parts, trying to re-integrate into it.

Between the sharp claws of the "Mithril Ripper", one after another of freezing cold air spewed out, completely freezing the torn breastplate.

Ice Storm held up the frozen "Million Steam Hammer" fragments, showed off its spoils to tens of thousands of spectators at the scene, and let out a howling sound like the north wind, expressing the joy of the Jedi's counterattack.

The auditorium was silent for a moment.

Then, cheers ten times louder than the booing just now erupted.

All the spectators stood up, blushing, their veins were exposed, and their blood was boiling with excitement from this turn of events and the fight of the Jedi's counterattack.

"Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm!"

"Ace! Ace! Ace!"

"Eternal Frost Queen, eternal ace, you are the strongest!"

Amidst the raging cheers, the leaf, the spider, and the "Vole Rats" re-torn Meng Chao, whose wound had been torn apart by the fierce battle of the two totem warriors, and helped him up, hugging him tightly.

"We won, Reaper, we won!"

The rat people boy seemed to be trapped in a wonderful dream by clouds and mist, he couldn't believe it and wept with joy, "Listen, all the audience is cheering for us—these high-ranking clan masters are cheering for us, the rat people! !"

"Yes, we won."

Meng Chao smiled and rubbed Ye Zi's head, "However, it's okay to cheer—these guys can use the most vicious words to mock and curse us one moment, and the next moment they can cheer us up to the sky, then , At the next moment, they can still smash us from the clouds to the abyss again.

"Remember, we're not fighting for these cheap cheers.

"They can cheer or ridicule, but we have a journey that we must risk our lives to complete.

"On our journey, these 'superior clan masters' are just a few tiny flies!"

...

Meng Chao was sent to the medical room.

It has to be admitted that although Turan civilization has distinct classes, the warrior class oppressed the Rat People class extremely harshly, and did not take the Rat People's lives seriously at all.

But as long as the rat people show amazing strength and courage, they will be treated and rewarded accordingly.

As a "mere rat man", Meng Chao was involved in a fierce battle between two totem warriors. It seemed that he was torn apart by two storms at the same time, but he was not dead. Naturally, he was recognized and blessed by the ancestors, and he was entitled to continue to live.

Therefore, under the strong request of the ice storm and the urging of tens of thousands of spectators, Kasava had no choice but to order the witch doctor in the Blood Skull Arena to save this "respectable warrior" at all costs .

In fact, Meng Chao's injury was not as serious as it seemed.

Although his fighting power is still at the bottom.

After all, he has the fighting consciousness of the peak of the sky.

Moreover, he has already cultivated hundreds of basic skills, including the three basic force-generating methods, to the "ultimate level".

It is no exaggeration to say that even if he plucked a single leg hair, it would be a deadly weapon for him now.

Such a him, after predicting the offensive and defensive routes of the two totem warriors, how could he really be involved in the storm of destruction caused by the totem armor?

However, as a "mere mouseman", falling into the middle of two berserk totem warriors, it seems that it is not good not to be "bruised all over and dying".

And after the "old wound bursts open, bleeding profusely", it seems even worse if the powerful and unparalleled cell self-healing ability is activated to make the wound heal quickly and be alive and kicking.

Besides, Kasava Bloodhoof had said that he would "do whatever it takes" to save him.

The secret medicine that doesn’t cost money, if you don’t gobble up three big bowls, no, three big pots, no, three big vats, I’m too sorry for the brain cells that I spent all my energy on directing battles.

Not to mention, you can also take the opportunity to inspect the medical environment, facilities and technology of Turan civilization, and collect more information!

As expected by Meng Chao, the Turan civilization had medical technology far beyond the clan era.

In fact, the word "medical room", like "locomotive" and "million steam hammer", sounds very suspicious, very unlike a group of high-ranking orcs wielding tomahawks and maces. out something.

And this medical room has been in disrepair for a long time, and the double door can only be opened and closed with a winch and a chain, but it has two upper and lower slide rails, and seams polished thinner than a hair.

Meng Chao had to suspect that a long time ago, this should be a double airtight door, with a negative pressure sterile room inside.

The various facilities in the medical room also confirmed his speculation.

On the ceiling he found a rusty contraption covered in mandalas.

Judging from the silvery curved concave surface, it looks like a medical facility such as a shadowless lamp.

Of course, the light bulbs have long been fragmented and missing, replaced by oil lamps with sophisticated smoke extraction devices.

Under the "shadowless lamp", there are also medical facilities similar to multifunctional operating tables, with traces of installation remaining.

There are also intricate grooves, extending from the remaining traces of the operating table all the way into the wall.

Meng Chao felt that these grooves were originally used to fix wires and optical cables, or information and energy transmission equipment with similar functions.

Now, it has been covered with spices extracted from totem animal fat and various suspicious red liquids by the witch doctors of the Bloodhoof clan, exuding a faint fragrance and pungent bloody smell.