Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Ye Zi listened engrossed.

Dozens of wise and mighty appearances of Mr. Messenger have already appeared in his mind.

Can't help asking: "Uncle Spider, what does this messenger look like?"

"That's right, there are many big horns on the head, which look like raging flames."

In fact, the spider did not see the appearance of the messenger.

It is nothing more than exaggerating the rumors of others by adding oil and vinegar, and exaggerating it ten times.

He gestured and said, "It is said that the envoy of the Great Horned Rat God has a silver head, with a total of more than a dozen pairs of long, slender, huge, or curved, mighty and majestic horns. .

"Even the strongest tauren warrior can't grow such beautiful big horns!"

In terms of aesthetic taste, high-level orcs have a big horn worship.

The bigger the horns on the head, the more beautiful, or the more circles it curls, the more powerful it is.

According to legend, the Great Horned Rat God has dozens of pairs of horns with different postures, but equally domineering and exposed, which is the product of this aesthetic taste.

No wonder the messenger of the Great Horned Rat God became the nightmare of countless clan warriors.

"Since the capture failed and was severely humiliated by the messenger, the warriors of the clan have never touched the messenger's tail. Instead, they have aroused the messenger's anger and increased the frequency of attacks. Up to now, no one knows How many clan warriors have been engraved with marks on their foreheads by the envoys? In addition to the known dozens of unlucky ghosts, there may be many people who are holding their bleeding foreheads, hiding at home and wanting to cry without tears. !"

The spider suppressed a smile and said, "Originally in 'James of the Brave', clan warriors liked night battles the most.

"Because it's cooler at night, when you meet your opponent, you can fight to your heart's content without interference.

"Since being disturbed by the envoy of the Great Horned Rat God, many clan warriors dare not come out for activities at night.

"They also gave this messenger a brand new name called 'Night Demon'!"

"Night devil?"

Ye Zi was too excited to be herself.

Clan warriors who can be forced to be tyrannical and domineering dare not come out for activities at night.

How powerful is this "Night Devil Messenger" supposed to be?

"Then, the Bloodhoof Clan and the Iron Families that rule Blackhorn City, don't they have anything to do about the growing chaos?"

The leaves remembered the story the reaper had just told.

Unbearable, the yellow turbans who rose up to resist were soon suppressed by the old empire.

He was a little worried, "They won't be able to catch the messenger, and in their panic, will they attack other rat people? Uncle Spider, it doesn't matter if we talk about the horned rat god and the night devil messenger in such a grand manner. ?"

"Taking ordinary rat people under the knife? That would be too embarrassing for the ancestors of the warriors!"

The spider snorted, "Besides, the samurai gentlemen didn't keep us because they were soft-hearted, but they needed us to dig mines, smelt iron, forge weapons, march and fight. To fill up the spiked ditch.

"If we take the knife, who will do these things for them? Is it possible for the samurai masters to dredge the stinking underground pipes, fill the enemy's trenches, and resist the enemy's arrow rain?"

"What's more, I'm not lying, those clan warriors were indeed engraved with the runes of the Horned Rat God on their foreheads!

"Since thousands of years ago, Turanze has always been a predator of the weak and respected by warriors! The reason why the rat people are rat people and the warriors are warriors. The reason why the former endures the enslavement of the latter is because the former is weak , and the latter is powerful!

"Now, the powerful warrior was defeated by the weak Rat People in an extremely shameful way. Then, who is the Rat People, who is the warrior, and who is more qualified to rule whom?"

Leaf nodded subconsciously.

The high-level orcs have indeed implemented the eight-character survival concept of "the weak eat the strong, and the strong respect" to the extreme.

The warriors of the clan showed no mercy to the rat people, but they showed no kindness, sympathy or tolerance to the weak among themselves.

Even if they come from military aristocrats with a long history, their parents are extremely honorable battle group-level powerhouses. Once they fail to pass the coming-of-age ceremony, or are frightened out of courage on the battlefield, they make a U-turn and run away, which will embarrass the ancestors. matter.

A dignified samurai will still be knocked down to hell in an instant, and reduced to the lowest rat people.

For these guys, it's not up to the Rat People to laugh at them. Warriors from other clans, and even their brothers and sisters, will first criticize them to the point where they are ridiculed to the point of death.

Even, many military nobles with a particularly strong sense of honor will issue "sanctions" to these guys who have tarnished the glory of their ancestors, personally end their shameful lives, and preserve the family's reputation.

To be defeated by the messenger of the Rat God is already a great shame.

Even the rune of the rat god was engraved on the forehead by the other party, and even their ancestors were so angry that they were resurrected from the holy mountain, roaring and swooping all the way to the world.

If these warriors want to avenge their shame, there are only two ways.

Or, do everything possible to capture and defeat the envoy of the Horned Rat God on as fair a battlefield as possible.

If you can't find an enemy to avenge your shame for a long time, then you have to die.

Therefore, these warriors of the clan, who were full of anger and didn't know who to vent their anger on, and who were in constant panic all day long, didn't have the leisure to find ordinary rat people to vent to.

If they don't do their business and come to make trouble for ordinary rat people, that would be bullying, adding mistakes to mistakes, and the shame of shame.

"The strong should swing their swords at the stronger" - no matter how bad the clan warriors behaved in other aspects, this point, at least on the surface, was carried out to the end.

This is also the reason why the news spread so quickly, and many rat people were talking about it.

Because even their masters, the warriors of the clan who did not encounter the "Night Demon Messenger", did not shy away from talking about it with glee.

In short, according to Spider, the clan warriors in Pointe-Noire City are clearly divided into two types, those who have encountered "Night Demons" and those who have not encountered "Night Demons".

The former was frightened and angry, with lingering fears in his heart.

The latter dismissed it and sneered, thinking that the former was too timid and cowardly, even afraid of a few rat people pretending to be ghosts, how could he have the spirit of a dignified warrior?

Ye Zi listeners talked about the magic of "Night Devil Messenger" one by one.

Everyone has a different version, each more exaggerated than the last.

In the last version, the Night Devil Messenger can sneak into the temples of those thousand-year-old wealthy families, as if entering a land of no one.

The more the spiders and the servants talked, the more excited they became, their faces were red and their ears were flushed, and they were overjoyed.

In the past, Ye Zi would definitely participate in it with great interest, and get great satisfaction in the legend of chasing wind and shadow with the servants.

But the Reaper's words seemed to open a whole new door in his mind, allowing him to look at a more distant future from a higher perspective.

Ye Zi listened patiently to every detail described by the servants, spitting wildly.

The more I listened, the more I felt wrong.

The descriptions of some servants are also exaggerated.

According to what they said, if a single night demon can fool hundreds of clan warriors around, it is not the messenger of the Horned Rat God, but the Great Horned Rat God himself.

Moreover, calm down and think about it, even if Night Demon can really deal with hundreds of clan warriors.

That wasn't enough to save all the Ratmen in Pointe Noire.

And the rat people who are qualified to endure slavery in the city of Noire are considered the lucky ones among the tens of millions of rat people scattered throughout Turanze.

At least, they can fill their stomachs and survive temporarily.

There are also an unknown number of old and weak women and children among the rat people, wandering like lonely ghosts on the barren land that was looted by the draft team.

Who can save them?

"The next road, how should we go?" Ye Zi thought hard and couldn't help blurting out.

"What?"

He frowned, and his thoughtful look was at odds with the joy of everyone.

The gazes of the servants were all on the young man whose temperament was completely different from that of ordinary rat people under Meng Chao's control.

"Leaf, what are you worried about?" Spider asked.

"I'm not worried, I just don't know what's going to happen next."

Ye Zi said, "And us servants trapped in the blood skull arena, what should we do?"

This question caused all the servants to fall into silence.

Indeed, this is a question that everyone has been struggling with.

Although the runes of the Horned Rat God and the legend of the Night Devil Messenger are very exciting to talk about.

The psychology of worshiping the strong also made them worship the horned rat god and his messengers from the bottom of their hearts.

But in the brains of these rat people's servants, how should they go in the future, in fact, there is no clear answer.

If it is a slave labor in foundry areas, quarries, and underground sewage pipes, it usually only takes a year and a half from the time it comes to Blackhorn City to the death of a skeleton, and the life cycle is at most three to five years, then there is no need to worry about it. However, as long as the big horned mouse god sends down an oracle, they are all willing to sacrifice their precious lives without hesitation.

In the blood skull arena, there are also many handymen who are seriously injured and have mutilated limbs.

In the upcoming battle between the five clans, they will definitely be used as cannon fodder and filled in the trenches.

These people are also more than happy to fight for the Horned Rat God and die for their clan.

But the servants such as leaves and spiders are following one of the four trump cards of the blood skull arena.

According to the usual practice, when all the gladiators and servants in the Blood Skull Arena are organized into the "Blood Skull Battle Group", they will also become close soldiers and elites following the ice storm,

As long as you fight bravely, and if you are lucky, then... you may not die, right?

What's more, can the horned mouse god really descend?

Don't look at all of them bragging about it just now, and their serious looks, as if the horned rat god and them are close buddies.

In fact, these rat people's servants know better than anyone how much water is in their "true news".

It's nothing more than whistling at night - just embolden yourself.

Before the Bloodhoof army assembled and charged towards the Golden Clan, no one had any idea whether the Horned Rat God would really descend.

"Just wait and see!"

The spider could only say, "The Horned Mouse God will definitely send more revelations, and let his messenger show us the way forward!"