Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Both are masters of stealth assassination.

It is also supported by the new totem armor.

Like two faint shadows, they merged into the smoke and dust everywhere, and quietly arrived at the arsenal and granary at the southeast corner of the Blood Skull Arena.

And found a commanding height among the ruined walls nearby, and climbed up close to the wall.

Meng Chao wiped his hands full of dust and mud, and spread them evenly on the helmet of the totem armor, reducing the reflection of the flames.

He poked out half of his head, squinted his eyes, and looked into the distance.

It was found that the walls of the arsenal and the granary, including the high walls of the blood skull arena, all collapsed in the explosion.

Huge holes one after another just form a "green passage" facing the street.

Countless ragged rats with hungry faces smelled the unique fragrance of Datura fruit, stimulated by their appetite, gathered into a surging frenzy, and rushed towards the arsenal and granary.

After Meng Chao's earlier sneak attack, even including the temple guards, there were only a few dozen clan warriors left in the blood skull arena.

Except for the temple guards, most of the warriors were missing arms or legs, or had hidden injuries that were not conducive to fighting, so they were left behind by Kasav.

They all gathered around the arsenal and the granary, forming a solid line of defense.

Like a dam covered with thorns, blocking and tearing the turbulent waves.

Without professional training, the slave laborers who had been squeezed out of half their lives in the foundry were like weeds in a hurricane, uprooted and flying all over the sky under the giant swords of the clan warriors.

In just a few tens of seconds of Meng Chao's observation, at least hundreds of rat people fell under the indiscriminate bombardment of the warriors' giant swords, war knives, and meteor hammers.

However, under the psychological hint of "the coming of the big horned rat god" after the big explosion in the city of Noire, the rat slave workers who had nowhere to go, no matter how weak their bodies were, their wills were as firm as their spirits, and their spirits were so excited.

Even though the previous wave of rat people had just been cut off by the giant sword of the clan warriors, everyone died horribly.

The rat people behind still rushed up bravely, using the iron hammer, the poor iron brazing that was just cast, and the unpolished and strengthened bone sticks that were picked up at random, and launched moths like moths to the flame. attack.

While advancing one after another, he also let out an extremely fanatical roar.

"The Great Horned Rat God has come, and the victory will belong to all the Rat People!"

"The Great Horned Rat God is looking at us from the sky, charge, kill, even if we die vigorously on the battlefield, we will be reborn on the top of the holy mountain under the guidance of the Great Horned Rat God!"

"Look, that's the Horned Rat God, that's the Great Horned Rat God!"

At this moment, the sky of Blackhorn City is full of thick smoke, flames, and dark clouds that have been licked red by the flames.

The life magnetic field of tens of millions of people was turbulent, causing the magnetic field of the planet in a small area to become disordered. The flames, thick smoke, and dark clouds floating in the air continued to roll like raging waves, changing into various forms.

Fantastic believers will feel that "I saw the horned rat god" or "the horned rat god is looking at me" is not surprising at all.

Under the "Gaze of the Big Horned Rat God", many slave laborers who were engulfed in killing intent and whose brains went blank never thought of capturing enough weapons and mandala fruits to successfully escape from Black Corner City.

Perhaps, being able to rush to the hateful warriors of the clan together with the raging tide of rats, cut off even just a hair on their bodies, and then die in the hands of the warriors of the clan in the most tragic and heroic manner, let The big-horned mouse god saw his "heroic appearance".

This is the ultimate salvation of the Rat People, and the meaning of fighting.

The extremely tragic battle made the clan warriors guarding the granary and arsenal tremble with fear.

Even if the Ratmen couldn't break through their defense line for a while, they just stretched their necks and let them kill as much as they wanted.

But cutting off hundreds of bones as hard as iron in one breath, they will also feel numb and tired.

In particular, there was a big explosion that was caught off guard in Blackhorn City. Thousands of rat people shouted the name of "Big Horn Rat God", and ran in front of them frantically to seek their own death.

This scene was completely beyond their comprehension, and for the first time in their lives, the warriors of the clan felt a slight fear of the Rat People with their humble blood.

The two sides stalemate for a while at the gate of the granary and arsenal.

The formation is chaotic and lacks the ability to attack fortified positions. Only the slave workers of the Rat People who are full of fanatical beliefs can hardly break through the last line of defense composed of clan warriors.

But no matter how frantically the clan warriors slashed and killed, they could only slaughter the rat people's bodies, but could not destroy their will.

The Rat People frenzy wave after wave, and there is no intention of collapsing or retreating at all.

In no time, the granary and arsenal gates were piled up with the hideous corpses of rat people.

And they were cut off by swords and smeared with dust, with a relieved smile on their dark faces and mouths.

"It's not the way to go on like this."

Seeing the tragic battle situation, Meng Chao secretly frowned.

No matter from the perspective of emotions or interests, he is on the side of the rat people.

According to this trend, even if the Ratmin slave workers can really capture the granaries and arsenals of the Blood Skull Arena, they will have to pay a very heavy price.

As a result, it is impossible for them to have enough manpower and time to evacuate the granaries and arsenals.

You must know that the main force of the blood skull battle group led by Kasav will return to Blackhorn City at any time.

If Kasava came in person, the Ratmen slave workers hadn't retreated with a large number of Datura fruits and weapons.

At that time, there will never be half of the Rat People who can escape from Kasava's wrath.

"We must help these rat people, otherwise, their casualties will be too heavy. Even if they can escape from Blackhorn City, they will not be able to escape the pursuit of the Bloodhoof Warriors!"

Meng Chao was about to jump up.

The shoulder was suddenly held down by the ice storm.

"Wait, I feel something is wrong. The Bloodhoof Warriors are shaking, and they are about to lose!"

Meng Chao was slightly taken aback.

Is it possible for a dignified bloodhoof warrior, even a third-rate warrior with missing arms and legs, to lose to a group of skinny slave laborers?

But he knew that the ice storm would not be indiscriminate.

When it comes to the understanding of gladiators and temple guards, Ice Storm, who has stayed in the blood skull arena for more than two years, is obviously more profound than Meng Chao.

Following the direction she pointed, Meng Chao watched intently.

Sure enough, he saw a bloodhoof warrior, under the impact of the rat people's frenzy, his footing was unstable and he was on the verge of falling.

A moment later, it was swallowed by the tide of rats!

It turned out that there was a ratman wearing a hood and cloak, disguised as a corpse, slowly squirmed like a bug from the bloody corpse, and walked around behind the bloodhoof warrior, holding his breath and dormant.

It wasn't until the bloodhoof warrior stepped over him that he stabbed fiercely between the bloodhoof warrior's legs from bottom to top with lightning speed, piercing through the bloodhoof warrior. The whole tone of a samurai!

The fall of the bloodhoof warrior caused a fatal gap in the entire defense line.

It's like a dam is starting to break down and it's out of control.

Meng Chao noticed that there were more and more slave laborers wearing hoods and cloaks, who couldn't see their faces clearly. They jumped out of the rat tide, and there were dots of cold light shaking from under the cloaks, stabbing at the bloodhoof warrior at the same time. the key.

Their movements are much faster than ordinary rat slaves.

The weapons used do not seem to be shoddy semi-finished products.

But he has the same fearless spirit as ordinary rat slave workers, and dares to die with the blood hoof warrior at any time.

The appearance of these "elite rat people" instantly broke the deadlock.

Within three minutes, a huge flower of blood burst out from the waist of the last Bloodhoof Warrior.

He covered his waist and eyes, and before he could even let out a wail, he was completely swallowed by the surging rat tide.

The rat people drove straight in and captured the granary and arsenal.

Maybe even they themselves didn't expect that this unbearable uprising would go so smoothly.

Especially the samurai lords who used to be high above them and oppressed and bullied them wantonly, they were all cut into pieces by their knives and chopped into minced meat.

That incomparable feeling almost gave all the Rat People a shot in the arm.

It made them believe even more that only when the horned mouse god came, could such a miracle be created!

All of a sudden, hundreds of rat people danced and wept with joy on top of the mountains of weapons and datura fruits.

Meng Chao and Bing Fengfeng looked at each other, but at the same time saw the confusion between each other's eyebrows.

"Those guys wearing hoods and cloaks are not ordinary rat slaves, but well-trained fighters."

The two came to a conclusion at the same time.

It is not that there are no strong people among the rat people.

Some rat people with extraordinary talents and natural supernatural powers are as big and round as the clan warriors, and can tear tigers and leopards alive.

However, if civilians who have not received professional training and only know how to fight with instinct, they will definitely be muddled when making moves, and there will be many invalid moves.

Similarly, when an enemy, especially an enemy whose strength is far superior to his own, slashes towards him with a knife, even if he is mentally prepared to see death as home, his muscles will inevitably tense, his breathing will be short of breath, and he will subconsciously block and dodge.

This is the survival instinct of carbon-based intelligent life.

It is difficult to control it without years of rigorous training.

These rat people wearing hoods and cloaks managed to control their instincts.

Moreover, the invalid movements during the move were restrained to the extreme.

Even if it is a simple horizontal chop and vertical chop, it will feel like they have been tempered after thousands of years of practice.

The tacit cooperation between each other, often three or five people jumped up at the same time and attacked a bloodhoof warrior.

Among them, those who faced the Bloodhoof Warrior were more likely to take the initiative to die, exposing the Bloodhoof Warrior to a fatal flaw so that others would be killed with one blow.

Such proficient combat skills made Meng Chao think of the well-trained and experienced senior special forces in the Red Dragon Army.