Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"Of course it's different. Don't the Reapers know how terrible the Wildhammer is?"

Ye Zi was in a hurry, "First of all, Wildhammer and Ice Storm are both trump cards in the Bloodskull Arena. In the past, they fought many times in the arena. Wildhammer lost more than they won, so I am very unconvinced by Master Icestorm.

"We are all servants selected by Lord Ice Storm from the dungeon. We have fought several victories with Lord Ice Storm. According to the tradition of Turan warriors, we had a good chance to become Lord Ice Storm's personal soldiers or even attendants. Lord Icestorm's blood giver.

"Now, we have fallen into the hands of Lord Icestorm's enemy, the Wildhammer. Do you think the Wildhammer will give us a good look?"

Meng Chao said, "Oh."

"Don't 'oh', and, Wildhammer's style of training servants is completely different from that of Master Icestorm. He is the most typical clan warrior. His servants have a high casualty rate!"

Ye Zi continued, "Besides, Wildhammer is a native of Blackhorn City, so he has a group of house mice brought out from the family and following him for many years, even hundreds of years ago. '.

"When it comes to the battlefield, the ones he really trusts are naturally these house mice.

"When the loot is seized, it must be the house mouse that divides it first. When it comes to tasks that are easy to complete, it is also the house mouse that takes the military exploits. As for those of us who are cheap and cheap, they are of course the best cannon fodder to attack cities and villages." In a tough battle, the flesh and blood shield that rushes to the front!"

"Huh?"

Meng Chao was very surprised and said, "I didn't expect that you know so much at such a young age. I am very relieved to see you grow up so fast. My painstaking efforts are really not in vain!"

"The Reaper—"

Ye Zi was about to cry, "What time is it, why do you still act calmly, don't tell me you are willing to obey the command of the Wildhammer, ruining your life for the Bloodhoof clan in vain, can't you think of a way? "

"how?"

Meng Chao looked at the young Rat People and said, "You are originally the Rat People of the Bloodhoof Clan. Isn't it natural to fight for the Bloodhoof Clan? What do you think I can think of?"

"Me, I don't know either."

Ye Zi turned around in a hurry, and said in a very conflicted manner, "I once heard the old people in the village say that when the era of glory comes, we rat people will all go to the city to wait for the call of the warrior master. Whatever we do, we will do whatever we want, if the master tells us to die, we must die honestly and without hesitation, the old people say, this is the so-called "way of the warrior", just like the mandala fruit growing on the The same as on the mandala tree, it is a matter of course.

"Originally, maybe I could have thought nothing of it, and loyally fought and died for the samurai lords.

"However, after coming to Blackhorn City, after experiencing so many things, and hearing so many truths from you, I gradually feel that there are not so many principles in the world that are natural and righteous but do not make sense. Those high-ranking warriors, Didn't do me, my family, or my home any good, so why should I fight and die for them?

"Probably, it's like you said, 'If I hadn't seen the glorious dawn, I could have endured the endless night'!"

"etc."

Meng Chao said, "Have I ever said such a reasonable thing?"

"You said so."

The mouseman boy said with a serious face, "You also said, 'The black night sky has collapsed, and the golden dawn is bound to come'!

"Reaper, I have deeply imprinted every word you said in my mind.

"With or without the Horned Rat God, I never want to serve these bloody clan warriors again!

"If it's Master Icestorm, because she is not the tauren who destroyed the half-mountain village, she is not even an official member of the Bloodhoof clan, and she treats the servants very loosely and freely, I can barely bear it.

"But, Wildhammer?

"No, I am absolutely unwilling to obey his command, let alone be killed by him, and then use my fragmented bones to cast his 'glory'!"

The determination and determination on the boy's face affected Meng Chao, making his expression serious.

"If you really think so, and you are unwilling to die for the warriors of the clan, then there is only one way."

Meng Chao stared at Ye Zi, and said word by word, "Escape, escape from Blackhorn City."

Ye Zi narrowed his eyes, the light in his eyes became more and more condensed, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's escape, escape from this ghost place!"

"You have to think clearly."

Meng Chao said, "Now there are 100,000 or more clan warriors gathered in Blackhorn City. It is not easy to escape. It is too easy to say 'near death'. Maybe you didn't even watch it. As far as the city wall of Blackhorn City, a spear with a horn tied at the tip has pierced through the heart."

"I've already thought about it very clearly. Anyway, fighting with the Wildhammer, there is no way to survive-not in the 'Clash of the Five Clans', being torn apart by the extremely powerful Lion, Tiger, Werewolf and Leopard battle groups of the Golden Clan Fragments, after luckily surviving the battle between the five clans, rushed to the Land of Holy Light, and were burnt to ashes alive by unfathomable magicians and ascetic monks, those strange magics and divine arts, or more than ashes Uglier stuff!

"The old people in the village have said that our Banshan Village has a history of hundreds of years. During the hundreds of years, we have participated in several 'battles of glory', but each time a hundred rats go to war, there will be three to five One with all beards and tails, seven or eight came back from the front line with missing arms and legs, that's not bad!

"I don't want to repeat their fate.

"I want to change the way of life or... the way of death.

"Please, help me, Reaper!"

Meng Chao was silent for a long time.

Finally, he sighed softly.

"Okay, I can try."

Meng Chao said with bright eyes, "Let me confirm first, are we the only two who want to escape from Black Point City?"

Ye Zi shook his head quickly: "I don't know the situation outside the Bloodhead Arena, and I don't know the situation of the other rat people's servants, but the twenty-nine servants you selected at the beginning all want to escape. We would rather die on the road of escape than in the trenches attacking the Golden Clan or the Land of Light."

"you sure?"

Meng Chao said, "You know, if one person flees alone, two people escape together, or the whole team escapes together, those are three completely different concepts.

"No matter how difficult it is, I must find out everyone's true intentions. If we have calculated everything here, in the end, some people are unwilling to escape, but want to stay under the command of the Wildhammer or other clan warriors to seize glory ’, so aren’t we being self-indulgent?”

"This is impossible."

Ye Zi said, "If you are following Lord Ice Storm, maybe some people will hesitate, but if it is Wildhammer, no one is willing to follow him to die."

"Why?" Meng Chao was puzzled.

"Of course it's because of you!"

Ye Zi looked at Meng Chao with bright eyes, "Because you taught us such exquisite skills and brilliant tactics, and let us see the real strength, so we all look down on Wildhammer's simple and rude, blindly reckless training and fighting methods.

"You know, Master Ice Storm is the 'Frost Queen', and recently defeated many strong men in succession and captured their totem armor fragments, and is willing to humbly accept your suggestion, that's what we should follow.

"The Wildhammer is just the defeated under Lord Icestorm, and without your abilities, why should we obey his orders!

"Reaper, believe me, your appeal among the Ratmen's servants may be much greater than that of the Wildhammer. If you raise your arms and shout, everyone will believe it and be willing to follow you to create miracles! "

"Don't say such nasty words as 'create a miracle'."

Meng Chao pondered, "However, if everyone is willing to obey my command and absolutely trust me, I can give it a try... In short, don't tell everyone too much, just keep everything as usual."

"real?"

Ye Zi was overjoyed, "Reaper, do you really have a solution? What should we do?"

"First of all, of course, I went to the training camp to accept the inspection by Lord Wildhammer." Meng Chao said seriously.

"Huh?" The ecstasy of the rat people's youth suddenly froze on his face.

...

Ye Zi finally followed Meng Chao's suggestion, and together with him, obediently returned to the training camp to wait for the Wildhammer's review.

Because just as he was looking for Meng Chao, horns sounded urgently from the towers at the four corners of the Bloodhead Arena.

Someone else beat a heavy war drum, "Boom, boom, boom," like the footsteps of some kind of giant totem beast hundreds of arms high.

This is the call to rally.

This means that the blood skull arena is about to close.

All the gladiators, servants, handymen, and slaves were incorporated into the Blood Skulls and implemented the strictest militarized management.

There are military commanders and supervisory teams with Kasava's attendants and personal soldiers everywhere. Seeing the flustered servants and miscellaneous servants running around, they can kill first and then play at any time, in order to be righteous.

And it is not realistic to escape from Blackhorn City now.

In Meng Chao's words, "It's not the time yet."

When the two returned to the training camp, Wildhammer's personal soldier captain had already led a group of haughty and haughty personal soldiers to guard the commanding heights and entrances and exits of the training camp.

The Ratmen servants who belonged to Ice Storm looked downcast like prisoners in a prison.

Before Wildhammer appeared, he gave Meng Chao, Ye Zi and others a blow.

He ordered the Ratmen servants who belonged to the Ice Storm to put on battle armor covered with bark and stone flakes, pick up a large wooden shield made of tree stumps, and carry heavy battle axes and hammers, without moving a muscle. Standing in the middle of the training camp, waiting for his arrival.