The Earth People are so Fierce

The battle situation has developed to this point, and Meng Chao and Ice Storm are not in a hurry to kill all the pursuers.

In fact, let these centaur warriors who were so guilty and completely collapsed in their spiritual defenses alive, desperate to find more companions, and spread their fear like a virus.

It is more conducive to the breakthrough of the rat people than directly destroying their flesh and blood.

Besides, Meng Chao also hoped to reveal an important piece of information to the strongest who control the Bloodhoof Clan through the mouths of these chasing soldiers.

As a result, they slowed down and calmly looked for a suitable "mouth" in the trembling grass.

Soon, they found their goal.

…

"Spark" can't even dream of it, an outing-like hunting will turn into a nightmare-like killing.

This young, handsome, tall centaur warrior has just completed his coming-of-age ceremony not long.

This was the first time he followed his brother and the most admired warrior in the tribe to perform his mission.

When they first stepped into the empty grassland, the eager young man was still muttering that it was not addictive to abandon this mission-even if all the rats were killed, what kind of skill?

Like him, the warriors who trampled on four iron hoofs and could step out four groups of dazzling sparks should face the liger warriors of the Golden clan, as well as the magicians and night watchers of the Holy Light.

Sure enough, the few fights yesterday were basically cat and mouse games, lacking challenging battles, and even a fledgling boy like him could not hold up any energy.

Even at night, the surrendered rat people were stripped of skin cramps, and then they were forced to drip with blood, and they danced on the burning swords.

Such an ingenious performance can't extinguish the depression of "spark".

If time can go back.

"Spark" really wants to stay in the boring, boring, boring, and peaceful yesterday forever.

Not the ridiculous now!

The elder brother is dead, and the leader is dead.

All died in the hands of the demon with flowing magma in the most painful way!

Twenty or thirty heavy-armored cavalry wearing totem armor, even if they encounter a team composed of hundreds of clan warriors, they can all collide with each other severely by virtue of the impact of destruction.

But the raging flame sprayed by that demon instantly tore to pieces.

When the demon shot lightning-like gazes at him from a distance, it should be that the newborn calf was not afraid of the "sparks" of the tiger, but felt that his blood and courage were drained, and he did not have the courage to look at him, even if it took time to breathe. !

What's more frightening is that in front of "Spark", the phantom of the big horned rat **** continued to appear.

"Spark" has long heard of the existence of the big horned rat god.

Like all the noble, glorious, and proud warriors of the clan, he has no interest in the self-comforting jokes of these dirty rats.

Even if the city of Pointe-Noire was turned upside down by the rat people.

Because "Spark" and his people gathered at the Bloodhoof Temple a few dozen miles away from Pointe-Noire for actual combat exercises, they didn't see the tragedy of Pointe-Noire with their own eyes.

Afterwards, they received the order to rush to the trapped grassland long distances to intercept the escapees.

Therefore, "Spark" did not know how miserable the city of Pointe-Noire had been ravaged by the "Supreme Might of the Great Horned Rat God".

It is impossible to have the slightest sense of awe.

Until now—

When the ancestor spirit was covered in a skull mask with his head full of deformed horns.

He appeared in front of "Spark" extremely clearly and truthfully, and gave him a deep grin.

No matter how he asked his ancestor spirit for help, he couldn't get the slightest response, and he couldn't expel the Big Horned Rat God from his vision.

In the depths of "Spark"'s brain, a ridiculous distraction finally emerged.

Perhaps even the humble rat folks have their own ancestor spirits, right?

Of course.

No matter how humble, no matter how dirty, no matter how cowardly.

Ratman is still a member of the Turan Warriors.

In the Battle of Glory, more or less able to play a certain combat effectiveness.

When thousands of years of hatred, anger and pain converged into mountains and rivers.

The ancestor spirits of the rat people awakened from the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain.

What's so strange about this?

"We are fighting against a group of true warriors who have the blessings of ancestral spirits!"

This kind of cognition makes the "spark" go away.

His brain was blank, and he couldn't excite any totem power, let alone secrete a drop of it, the courage to confront the magma demon wielding the burning chain blade.

On the contrary, the four lower limbs, like endless fear, infused with surging power, dragged the extremely stiff upper body, ran, ran like crazy, ran desperately.

"Spark" ran out for several miles in one breath.

Until blood spurted from the nose, the upper and lower chest cavities were like dynamite barrels filled with dwarves, tearing apart like a fierce explosion, and every bunch of flesh and blood around his body twitched like a flash of lightning.

He only slowed down slightly.

Because the brain burns and the eyeballs are congested.

The originally verdant grassland is scarlet in the eyes of "Spark" at this moment.

It is as if the corpses of the rat people slaughtered by them last night, and those slaughtered by the clan warriors in the past tens of thousands of years, were buried in the depths of this grassland, compressed and fermented, and turned into boiling blood. Yuan, a steady stream of scorching blood is pouring onto the ground.

So "Spark" couldn't tell whether this was **** in a nightmare or a nightmare in hell.

There are no more companions around.

Very far behind, there was a screaming scream.

"Spark" heard that it was the sound of "Bloodwing".

The warrior of this tribe, second only to the leader, most likes to put two heavy sabers that are longer than four arms behind him.

When you charge at high speed, it is like spreading the wings of death, and you can harvest dozens of lives in one breath.

Unexpectedly, even such a warrior is not an enemy of the demon possessed by the rat god.

"Spark" swallowed a **** saliva with difficulty.

Twisting the extremely stiff neck inch by inch, wanting to see where the demon is chasing.

Then, his pupils suddenly shrank into two needle points.

Around the tip of the needle is wrapped in raging flames.

A psychic surging, burning spear, falling from the sky, electric light and stone fire, emitting an extremely screaming, piercing his chest that has not been completely covered by the totem armor, and firmly nailing him to the ground!

"Spark" is literally surrounded by flame flowers blooming.

He screamed and struggled in the flames, but because he shot the gun deeply into the ground behind his chest, he couldn't escape the raging flames.

Even if the totem armor is re-dissolved into a substance similar to liquid metal, it continues to flow, extinguishing the flames, and repairing body tissues.

But the flame spirit invaded his body and burned his lungs and heart, but the blood that gushed out of his seven orifices turned into magma.

"Step! Step! Step!"

"Spark" heard the devil's footsteps.

Although his vision was still shrouded in flames, he couldn't see things around him clearly.

But the heavy footsteps of the devil, like a warhammer inlaid with spikes, continuously hammered his chest, causing his heart and lungs, which had been burnt to coke, to be more severely squeezed.

The more and more intense, heart-piercing pain, is the strong breath of death lingering around the devil.

The "spark" was terrified to the extreme.

All of his six limbs seemed to be sealed tightly by invisible shackles.

He couldn't even move his little finger, even half of it.

Not to mention the idea of ​​"fighting against the devil and ushering in a glorious sacrifice".

The only thing "Spark" can do is to lie here quietly, biting his teeth and making no sound.

Disguised as a corpse whose heart had been inserted and burnt into coke.

The devil's footsteps were outside the burning range, and stopped a dozen steps away from him.

"Pretty good."

Behind the demon whose magma was flowing, there was an icy voice.

It should be bragging about the spear that fell from the sky and almost hit the heart of the "spark".

"Spark" was slightly startled, and immediately reacted.

Yes, their enemy should be two people.

Except for the demon who wields chain blades and jets magma.

There is also a guy who is good at manipulating frost, making ice cones and ice blades, like silver lightning.

The devil chuckled.

He didn't care about the spear that pierced "Spark"'s chest.

"Should be almost killed, right?"

The devil spoke with a low, secretive, and weird accent, and said to his companion, "There are some stinky fish and shrimps left. It is not worth our time to withdraw from the grassland and catch up with the'adults'. It is the most important thing, otherwise, It’s a little troublesome to continue to procrastinate here and attract more chasing soldiers."

"grown ups?"

"Spark" endured the pain of burning flames, but this pain made his mind more sober.

He thought to himself, from the tone of his voice, the demon seemed to be in awe of the "adult".

You know, this demon has the strength to defeat an entire heavy armored cavalry team.

What a terrifying existence is the "adult" who can be respected by him?

Also, why do they have to "withdraw" from the grassland in order to catch up with the "adult"?

Don't all the fugitives gather on the trapped grassland?

"almost."

At this time, I only heard another enemy, still using an icy voice, "This ambush is enough to arouse the anger of the Centaur race, plus the already furious tauren, boar, and savage elephant... Let these idiots come out, and slowly play cat and mouse with the rat people on the empty grassland. As for us..."

Her voice fainted.

No matter how "Spark" raised his ears, he couldn't hear the second half of the sound.

Afterwards, the two enemies gave out a triumphant laugh at the same time.

The devil's footsteps sounded again.

The "spark" is getting closer and closer.

It seemed that he was about to pull out a spear that burned to his heart.

It was like stepping on his head and completely confirming his death!