Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Before the hooded cloaks who entered the Bloodskull Temple found the empty truth and came out furiously, Meng Chao and Ice Storm were like two shadowless ghosts, quietly leaving the Bloodskull Arena.

At this moment, Blackhorn City is still in chaos.

There are hordes of rat people everywhere, led by the hooded cloaks, attacking the granaries and arsenals whose walls and fortifications have been blown down.

First of all, from the front, the lives of hundreds of rat slaves were used to consume the strength of the clan warriors and the sharpness of their weapons.

The hooded cloaks appeared from the darkness at the most critical time, and dealt a fatal blow to the exhausted clan warriors.

When encountering a really tough bone, blast it from the ground.

Relying on this method, dozens of arenas and the granaries and arsenals of major families were broken through, swept, and swallowed by the rat people frenzy.

The mandala fruits scavenged from the Rat Village by the conscripted team, as well as the weapons refined by the Rat slave laborers, returned to the embrace of their true masters.

After eating the mandala fruit, the Rat People were fully armed and smeared the blood of the clan warriors' muddy corpses on their faces. They were gradually honed into a decent rebel army.

However, for the Rat People's Rebel Army, the real challenge has just begun.

The various regiments of the Bloodhoof Clan, who were conducting actual combat exercises in the field tens of miles away from Blackhorn City, finally regained their organization and order.

The desperate Bloodhoof strongman, high-ranking priests, and chiefs also discussed a strategy of returning to Blackhorn City and suppressing the Rat People's Rebel Army.

A furious Bloodhoof battle group, with footsteps capable of smashing rocks, marched towards Blackhorn City, which was very close at hand.

The biggest difference between a hastily formed and inexperienced rebel army and an experienced iron-blooded army is whether it can be released or not.

Stimulated by enthusiasm and fanatical beliefs, it is possible for the newly armed Rat People's Rebel Army to march forward and fearlessly rush to the enemy, and even wipe out the entire army.

But now, the brains of many Rat People's Rebels have been blasted hot by a series of "victories" and a lot of spoils.

So much so that they were ecstatic, carried away with complacency, and completely forgot the original and most important purpose, which was to escape from the city of Noire.

From three to five months or even earlier, they infiltrated into them, instilling in them the emissary of "the horned rat god will come, all the rat people will be saved, and establish their own glorious clan"—those hoods The cloaks also mysteriously disappeared at this time.

As a result, although the morale of the Rat People's Rebel Army, which had seized a large number of arsenals and granaries, was extremely high, its organizational ability was greatly weakened, and it became a mob armed to the teeth.

Many of the Rat Rebels were trapped in front of the furnaces and iron felts of the foundry all day long before they rose up.

The sharpest method they have ever seen the clan warriors is nothing more than a spiked whip wrapped in the hands of the overseer.

They are not like the rat slaves in the arena, they have a very clear understanding of the fighting power of the clan warriors.

After relying on the sneak attack of the hood and cloak to kill the third-rate clan warriors guarding the granaries and arsenals, many rebels even gave birth to, "The clan warriors are nothing more than that. The Bloodhoof Chapter collided at once" naive idea.

Of course, even if they wanted to escape from Blackhorn City at this time, it would not be so easy.

Although they have long been led by the messenger of the rat god, they have found, excavated and re-connected a large number of secret passages left over thousands of years ago in the underground of Blackhorn City, so they can escape directly outside the city.

However, it is not easy to find these passages in the environment where the whole city is deflagrated, smoky, and in chaos.

What's more, there are millions of rat people living in the whole city of Noire.

All rushed forward, and soon the secret escape route was crowded.

It will take time for most of the rat rebels to escape from Blackhorn City smoothly.

Time is more precious than golden fruit and totem beast flesh and blood.

In such a chaotic environment, Meng Chao and Ice Storm took back their totem armor, smeared a lot of black mud on their face and body, and put on a few ragged rags to disguise themselves as ordinary rats The appearance of the people.

Passing through waves of rat rebels with red eyes and excited faces who were shouting meaninglessly in hysterics, they found a commanding height nearby.

This is a large water tower.

It is also an architectural miracle left by the ancient Turan people.

The clean water stored inside can meet the daily consumption of thousands of clan warriors.

Therefore, the outer wall of the water tower was as hard as iron. Even in the harsh environment of the city's explosion, it was still not destroyed, but a few cracks were created, and there was a slight leak.

From this water tower, one can overlook the panorama of the aristocratic area where the clan warriors live together and spread all over the deep mansion.

And Meng Chao activated his extraordinary vision, and indeed on the water tower, he saw a few figures covered in gray linen that almost blended into the environment.

That should be the lookout post of the Rat People's Rebel Army.

They remain motionless for a full three minutes, almost melting into their surroundings.

If Meng Chao hadn't concentrated his spiritual energy on the retina and cone cells, and had rich experience in stealth and dormancy, it would have been extremely difficult to discover their existence.

With such tactical literacy, it is impossible to be ordinary rat people, but the elite rat people who have been carefully prepared by the mastermind behind the scenes for several years.

Meng Chao gestured to Ice Storm, signaling to her: touch them, and finish them off.

Ice Storm also made a gesture, saying: These people are condescending, and there is no blind spot in their vision. It is easy to deal with them, but it is very difficult to keep them from sending out half a message without making any movement.

Since they are elites, they must have something like signal fireworks on their bodies. As long as they are twisted, twirled, or pulled lightly, their accomplices will notice.

Meng Chao agreed with Ice Storm's judgment.

After a quick glance at the battlefield environment, all kinds of information were transformed into intricate data in his mind, and the data including wind direction and wind speed were instantly condensed into a set of simple and effective combat plans.

Meng Chao bent his waist, like a huge gecko, swimming quietly among the ruined walls.

Soon, he sneaked to the southwest of the water tower, behind a burning house.

The house has been burned to a crisp by the flames.

The beams and columns inside all made a "click, click" sound of breaking.

Meng Chao walked around to the back of the house, calculated the angle, stomped heavily, and the house collapsed.

The fire immediately spread in all directions with the tumbling beams and columns, igniting more nearby houses.

Immediately, the smoke filled the air, several times thicker than before, and driven by the southeast wind, it drifted towards the water tower.

Just when the smoke obscured the sight of the sentry on the water tower.

Meng Chao and Ice Storm turned into two off-string arrows, flying wildly between the ruins and the ruins without touching their feet.

When the smoke dissipated, the two had already arrived under the water tower, clinging to the high wall, in the blind spot of the sentinel's sight.

Meng Chao closed his eyes and adjusted the sensitivity of the cochlea and eardrum to the highest level.

Immediately, I heard the clear sound of heartbeat, the sound of lung lobes shrinking and expanding, the sound of blood flowing and the sound of intestinal peristalsis coming from the water tower.

There are a total of three Sentinels on it.

Measured by the standards of the Rat People, the fighting power is quite strong.

But in the eyes of Meng Chao and Bing Fengfeng, it was nothing.

The two looked at each other, and jumped up at the same time without even drawing up a plan.

When they climbed to dozens of arm's height in an instant, turned over and jumped onto the water tower, the three sentries curled up in the dusty sackcloth, watching the battle situation around them attentively.

Wuzi didn't realize that he was already three pieces of fish on the chopping board.

It wasn't until Meng Chao grabbed the ankle of one of the sentries and shook him violently, shaking his joints away, causing him so much pain that he couldn't move, that the other two sentries were startled to feel that something was wrong.

One of the sentries had just jumped up, halfway out of the saber at his waist, when he was slammed on the ground by a huge ice lump formed by the condensed water vapor of the ice storm.

In Blackhorn City at this moment, the flames are transpiring blood, making the smoke faintly turn crimson red, full of viscous and moist texture.

The ice lump that was easily condensed by the ice storm was also like a lump of crystal clear red crystal, but it completely swallowed the sentinel and froze it in the ice.

The third sentinel was scared out of his wits.

He made a decisive decision, gave up drawing the knife, and took out a slender metal cylinder from his arms.

It should be signal fireworks or something.

However, he hadn't waited for him to tear off the tab at the bottom of the metal cylinder.

The dozens of gravels ejected by Meng Chao's fingertips hit dozens of joints and numbness all over his body at the same time, making his ten fingers feel like being shocked by electricity.

The ice storm also waved a cloud of ice mist in time, freezing his hands firmly, as if they had been shackled by ice crystals.

In the end, the sentry suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Meng Chaofei rushed forward and firmly held the guy's jaw, preventing him from uttering a warning.

At the same time, a ray of murderous intent was released, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you, and who is your leader?"

Unexpectedly, the sentinel was not affected by his murderous intent at all.

Instead, a certain area of ​​the brain was activated by his murderous aura.

Immediately, his eyes became red, and his expression was both fanatical and ferocious.

"The Great Horned Rat God has come, and the blood of tens of millions of rat people has already flooded the entire Turanze. The extremely glorious Great Horned Clan will surely rise in the sea of ​​blood!"

Although Meng Chao's jaw was stuck, he still struggled and squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

Meng Chao frowned slightly, and slashed the elite rat man's neck with his backhand, knocking him unconscious.

"The mouths of these diehards are not so easy to pry open, and I guess they are just pawns and tools. They don't know the real secrets, and they think that what they believe in and serve is really the 'big horned rat god'!" Meng Chao said to Ice Storm.