The Earth People are so Fierce

Meng Chao felt that he should help these rat people.

At least help them increase their vigilance.

He lifted his cloak and unfastened his wide belt.

Inside are all kinds of odds and ends.

The medicine used to change skin color, hair color and pupil color, the thin iron wire used to open the door and pick the lock, as thin as a cicada wing, the blade that can quietly cut the package, and so on.

There are also dozens of badges representing various identities from major families.

Pinning a badge on the inside of the cloak, Meng Chao found another fragile dead branch, placed it under his heel, and stepped heavily on it.

The dead branches suddenly cracked.

It is particularly clear in the mist.

"Who?"

The rat people slave laborers who were "conspiring to rebel" suddenly let out a cry of fright and anger.

Several slave laborers flew towards him.

Meng Chao pretended to be panicked, turned around and fled.

Just listen to the "whooping" wind above my head.

But it was the rat slave worker who pulled the shovel and iron shoveling coal from the cart and slammed it on his head.

Meng Chao said "Ouch," and shrank his neck, as if he had escaped the attack of the rat people's slave laborers dangerously and dangerously.

Unexpectedly, there was a rat slave worker who threw a shovel at his legs.

He threw a shovel in a rush, originally crooked, it was impossible to hit.

Meng Chao moved in his heart, but deliberately moved half a meter against the sharp edge of the shovel.

The calf of his left leg was immediately hit, causing him to stagger to the ground.

The rat-minded slave worker who ran in the front gave a low growl, rushed forward, and rolled into a ball with Meng Chao.

Knowing that he was doing a decapitating business, this rat man tried to pinch Meng Chao's neck with great force.

Meng Chao cooperated with his performance, making a fierce struggle, and hurriedly toppled the red-faced fellow to the ground before the other slave laborers could catch up.

Seeing that Meng Chao was about to flee, this guy had no time to reach out and scratch.

Meng Chao sent his chest forward, just in time for the other party to grab his cloak.

Then I tore it down, and with a "chuck", the rag with the badge fell into the hands of the rat-minded slave worker.

Meng Chao gave a strange cry, his speed suddenly increased, and he disappeared in the depths of the colorful smoke.

If he really wants to escape or dormant, even hundreds of clan warriors may not be able to catch him.

These rat slave laborers chased forward again, and naturally rushed out.

It may also attract the attention of other rat people and even the supervisors in the casting area, and they can only retreat angrily.

When half of his face limped to catch up, the followers of the Big Horn Rat God looked at each other and their expressions became extremely serious.

"Half face, look."

The rat-minded slave worker who had just fought with Meng Chao handed over the rags adorned with badges.

After passing through the smoke, the daylight became particularly hazy, everyone could barely see the pattern on the badge, and couldn't help taking a breath:

"The Redstone Family!"

The Redstone family is the bull-headed giant in Blackhorn City, second only to the bloodhoof family.

"Could it be that the other party is the tauren warrior of the Redstone family, who has heard all our secrets!" The rat people slave laborers all turned pale.

"Don't panic, it's not so bad."

Half of his face said solemnly, "If the other party is really a tauren warrior of the Hong family, it is impossible to sneak in a corner to eavesdrop. A large number of people would have been mobilized long ago and we would have been wiped out.

"If you want me to say, it should be just a ‘house mouse’ of the Redstone family, and I overheard part of our conversation."

"That's also troublesome."

The rat slave worker with a sharp and anxious voice said, "Now he has run away. What if he runs back to the Redstone family and tells his master about the arrival of the Great Horned Rat?"

"Well, it doesn't matter."

Half of his face thought for a while, and said, "This workshop of ours belongs to the Ironhide family, and the Ironhide family are all wild boars, and the tauren are deadly enemies.

"Let’s not talk about how much the'House Mouse' just overheard, even if he was one, five and ten, he told his master that he, the owner of the tauren warrior, would not be able to interfere with the Ironhide family, the foundry workshop. Things inside.

"However, it is always right to be careful. It seems that we have already been targeted. When you go back to work, I must immediately go to the Envoy and tell him what happened just now. It is up to him to decide what to do next! "

As the sun gradually rises, the clan warriors are about to take to the streets again, turning the whole city of Pointe-Noire into a wild battlefield.

At that time, the rat people walked through the streets and alleys again, both dangerous and suspicious.

Therefore, half of his face ignored the supervisor's suspicion, took the rag studded with badges, and bypassed the "Thousand Corpse Pit" and hurriedly left the workshop.

The discovery of the eavesdropper made him more cautious.

The current half of his face has learned to walk against the root of the wall. Every time he passes a corner, he has to stop and look at it for a while.

In an alley that could only allow two people to pass through, when he reached the bottom of the alley, he deliberately walked back to make sure that there was no "tail" behind him before moving on.

Next, he went into a low-level market dedicated to entertaining rat people.

As the market was closing and the market was turbulent, he crawled through the crowds, and even got into the intricate maze-like camps of the vendors. After a while, he dressed up in disguise and re-emerged.

At this time, he had a half-old mask on his face.

I don't know what was padded on the shoulders, and they were much wider than before.

Even the iconic lame leg has become normal.

Steady and steady, like a striding meteor, if you don't look carefully, you can't see that he is a lame man.

These are probably the anti-tracking techniques taught to him by the messengers of the Great Horned Rat.

Enough to get rid of most of the stalkers in the Middle Ages.

But half of his face couldn't think of it, Meng Chao didn't need to stare at his every move.

Just squint your eyes and sniff the unique breath on the rag.

This seemingly unremarkable hooded cloak on his body was repeatedly soaked and washed several times by Meng Chao's medicinal preparation prepared by an exclusive secret recipe.

There is a smell that only he can smell by pouring psychic energy into the nasal mucosa.

As long as the other party is still holding the rags torn from his clothes.

As long as the opponent is still in Pointe-Noire.

He couldn't escape from the palm of his hand.

After leaving the market, half of his face seemed completely relieved.

He stopped going around in circles, speeded up his pace, and came to the slum where Meng Chao had just visited yesterday.

The familiar scene made Meng Chao slightly startled.

Two seemingly "garbage bugs" emerged from between the ruined walls, but in fact they were calm, strong and powerful, and faintly exuding murderous rat people, which confirmed Meng Chao's judgment.

The real "big fish" hides here.

If you think about it, there are indeed unique conditions here.

First of all, the environment is complex, dilapidated, and smelly. Except for two groups of warriors who used it as a battlefield yesterday, few clan warriors will pay attention to this place, let alone the great figures.

Secondly, the rat people are the bottom of the higher orcs, and the garbage bugs are the bottom of the rat people. They are responsible for the most dirty and dangerous work, and they are also full of the strongest anger and resistance. They only need a small one. Sparks can set off a prairie fire among them.

Third, the underground in this area is full of sewage pipes. Many pipes lead to the outside of Pointe Noire, so that the garbage and dirt produced by so many high-ranking orcs in the city can be continuously sent out of the city.

As far as Meng Chao knows, densely planted Datura trees are planted around Black Point City, which is in need of nourishment by garbage and dirt.

No matter how nourished it is, the mandala tree cannot bear fruit again within ten to twenty years.

However, adequate nutrition can make the Datura tree grow layers of bark and lush foliage.

The bark can fill the rat people's hunger.

The branches and leaves can feed the poultry and livestock, and then the poultry and livestock can feed the totem beast. In the end, the flesh and blood of the totem beast can meet the daily consumption and training needs of the clan warrior in the days without mandala fruit.

Therefore, the garbage and dirt in Pointe-Noire City can be regarded as a kind of strategic material. The mandala forest outside the city has become more and more luxuriant and dense in recent months.

If Meng Chao is the messenger of the Big Horn Rat God, he can pass through the dense mandala tree, get into the outlet of the sewage pipe, and sneak into the city of Pointe Noire without knowing it.

Make sure this is where the messenger is.

It is not easy to sneak in behind half of the face.

Because yesterday's melee destroyed most of the buildings, a lot of rat slave laborers could only squeeze between the ruined walls and randomly set up camps.

The tattered camp has no shelter at all, and naturally there is no blind spot in the eyes.

Meng Chao wasn't sure how many eyes of the big horned rat **** messenger were there.

Or, everyone is eyeliner.

Taking a long circle around the slum, Meng Chao pulled out from his cloak an iron drill that had just been stolen from the factory.

"The other party's secret stronghold should not be on the ground.

"The scale of this slum is not large. If the stronghold is placed on the ground, a large number of murderous people will be surrounded by them, and they are not like trash bugs who enter and exit, and it is easy to be spotted by the clan warriors.

"Furthermore, this slum was almost completely demolished yesterday, and the ground part has almost lost its use value. If the stronghold is placed on the ground, it should be moved overnight.

"If I'm not mistaken, the messenger of the Great Horned Rat God must be directing the rat people rebels in Pointe Noire to work out some secrets underground, perhaps related to the ‘miracle’ that half of the face said.

"Because their work underground is very important, no matter how hard the ground hits, the messenger of the Great Horned Rat God is reluctant to leave."

Meng Chao found another piece of evidence to corroborate his speculation.

The big hole he deliberately crashed yesterday was carefully repaired.

Although it was not repaired as before.

At the end of the abandoned pipe, the gap between several collapses was tightly blocked.