Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Rat people are not stupid.

From a certain level, they are relatively weak in combat power. In order to survive, they have to rack their brains and inspire more wisdom than the clan warriors.

And the Rat People who can break out of Blackhorn City and break into the empty grassland are the best ones who have passed the selection of life and death.

After being instructed by Meng Chao, many people suddenly realized.

In addition to combat power, it is also the will to fight that determines the outcome.

Even if the combat power of the centaur warriors is more than ten times that of theirs, but for the former, it is of no benefit to play a game of losing both sides with the latter who is crazy and fighting desperately.

Winning is a matter of course, at most satisfying the thrill of killing, it is impossible to find too valuable spoils from the rat people, and it will consume a lot of war resources and precious time.

If you lose, you will be lost forever.

Like all high orcs, centaur warriors have no fear of death.

If the opponent is the liger warrior of the Golden Clan, or the magician and night watchman of the Land of Light, I believe that the centaur warrior will go forward like a chicken blood, and regard death as home.

Even if their flesh and blood were torn apart by extremely powerful enemies.

There must also be satisfied smiles on their flying heads.

Because at the moment before they died, they knew very well that their souls would definitely turn into a dazzling golden light, piercing straight to the top of the holy mountain, and joining the ranks of the eternal glory of the ancestors.

However, in a boring game of chasing and killing the rat people, the horse in the gutter stumbled and was dragged into hell by the rat people to be buried with him?

Not to mention eternal glory, I'm afraid they will be recorded in funny poems with strange tunes in the image of clowns, and will be sung by people for thousands of years with sarcasm?

For any warrior of the clan, this is a chilling death even to think about.

Some people do the business of beheading, but no one does the business of losing money. As long as the rat people can show a strong enough stance, "chasing and killing fugitives" will become a business of losing money. Humans and wild boars have spent a lot of money!

"We have a real chance of surviving!"

After thinking this through, the look and temperament of all the rat people changed drastically in an instant.

They are also not afraid of death.

But seeing the hope of victory, at least the hope of seeing a vigorous sacrifice, will always make the blazing flames of battle even higher.

The old bear skin and the round bone stick looked at Meng Chao's eyes, which changed again.

It was like looking at the officers, witch doctors and priests in the Big Horn Legion, full of awe.

"You, you are..."

Round Bone Stick hesitated for a moment, then stammered and asked.

"My name is 'Reaper', and I'm a servant in the Bloodskull Arena. I used to be the captain of the 'Frost Queen' Ice Storm." Meng Chao said bluntly.

Along the way, he carefully observed the rat people who followed him.

It was found that most of them were slave laborers who originally lived in the foundry area of ​​Black Point City.

There are also very few servants in other arenas.

But there are no servants or handymen in the blood skull arena.

Regardless of slave labor, handyman or servants, it is obviously impossible to enter the blood skull arena and enjoy the wonderful gladiatorial fights.

Moreover, Ice Storm has recruited a large number of servants to form its own team, which is a matter of recent months.

For more than a year, she has been walking alone without any teammates or subordinates.

Therefore, Meng Chao was not worried that the rat people in front of him would get more clues through the identity of "Captain of the Ice Storm Guards".

Sure enough, many rat people present had heard the names of "the first of the four aces of the blood skull arena, the Frost Queen, and the Ice Storm".

Knowing that this is a vicious and ruthless man.

But he has never been to the scene in person to watch the ice storm fight.

I don't know that Ice Storm is not good at commanding operations, and her captain shouldn't know so many things.

They instinctively felt that since Ice Storm was a vicious and ruthless person, and her captain was so calm and calm, only by following what he said would there be a chance of survival and survival!

"My master is a Snow Leopard warrior, not from the Bloodhoof family, and has not been trusted by the controller of the Bloodskull Arena for a long time. Not long ago, he was attacked by the opponent, and our servant team was also attacked. When it came to splitting, it was assigned to the master's original rival."

Meng Chao explained to the round bone stick and the old bear skin, "Of course we don't want to follow our new master as cannon fodder in a daze. When we were at a loss, we encountered the big-horned rat god descending on Black Corner City.

"Honestly, before this, I knew nothing about the Horned Rat God.

"So, even if I was caught in the rat wave and escaped from Black Corner City, I still had concerns in my heart, and I didn't fully confess my identity.

"Until now, I realized that if I don't treat each other honestly and work together, there is only one dead end.

"so……"

These words completely dispelled the doubts of the old bear skin and the round bone stick.

Of course, they never doubted Meng Chao's loyalty.

On the one hand, they are insignificant, mortal fugitives.

Expose your identity for the sake of hundreds of fugitives?

There is no need for this at all.

On the other hand, they are full of fanatical belief in the Great Horned Rat God, and they don't believe that there are any rat people who will willingly degenerate and work for tigers after receiving the blessing of the Great Horned Rat God.

Meng Chao's suggestion was fully accepted by the two soldiers of the Big Horn Legion.

The rest of the fugitives all obeyed, and found a piece of dry grass in a windward place a little far from the bloody battlefield, and lay down with their clothes on.

Naturally, I couldn't sleep for a while.

Especially in the dead of night and when there was no sound, the screams from afar seemed even more horrific, like frozen steel needles piercing their ears one by one.

"It's someone who was running around at night, and the chasing soldiers discovered the rustling in the grass."

Meng Chao said, "Even the eyesight of the warriors of the clan will be greatly reduced in the middle of the night when we can't see our fingers. As long as we don't make too much noise, the pursuers won't be able to find us until dawn."

I don't know if these words played a role.

It was still because of running away for days, being exhausted, the tense nerves were slightly relaxed, and fatigue rushed into the brain like a flood.

Soon, dozens of rat people fell into a deep sleep.

However, in their sleep, they still rolled their eyeballs at a strange frequency.

The shock of brain waves is also different from the usual deep sleep after extreme overdraft.

They are still dreaming.

Meng Chao's heart moved, he closed his eyes slightly, massaged his cerebral cortex with spiritual energy, and fell into a light sleep state.

In a daze, under the radiant red sun, the majestic big-horned rat god descended like a god, inspecting the steel battle formation composed of tens of thousands of rat people.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were like two burning fireflies, and his gaze was as sharp as a blade.

"The information implanted in the brains of these rat people last night is still subtly working.

"I'm afraid these rat people will still dream about the Great Horned Rat God and the Great Horned Legion tonight.

"In this way, when they wake up tomorrow morning, their will to fight will become stronger.

"No wonder, it is the power that can shake Turanze's thousand-year-old order. I am really looking forward to meeting the people who shaped this power!"

At this time, Ice Storm also opened its eyes beside Meng Chao.

Looking at each other, the two did not speak, but held their breath at the same time, pricked up their ears, and listened to all the breathing and heartbeats around them.

After making sure that all the Ratmen fighters, including the old bear skin and the round bone stick, were entangled in the information implanted deep in their brains, the two of them quietly withdrew from the campsite after weaving the sweet dreams.

Although Meng Chao talked eloquently just now, he seemed somewhat sure of victory.

But both he and Ice Storm knew that what he was talking about was only a theoretical possibility.

"Lie on the ground on your back, waiting for the centaur's iron hoof to trample on you. If you don't step on yourself by chance, then point your sword upwards, stab it hard, and cut the centaur's belly open."

Basically, the probability of this kind of good thing happening is almost the same as "a sliding shovel brings down the tiger, and then the blade is turned upside down, using the impact of the tiger's pounce to cut open the tiger's belly".

Of course, if two heavyweights, Meng Chao and Ice Storm, are on one side of the balance of victory, the dream may come true, no matter how small the probability is.

It's just that they have to find more rat people in order to disturb the sight of the pursuers and cover up the existence of these two weights, no, the "weights".

Fortunately, for rat people and low-level warriors, the almost impenetrable shady scene was not a big problem for masters like Meng Chao and Ice Storm.

Psychic energy is poured into the mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and hair all over the body. All movements within a radius of several hundred meters, including the heat released by living creatures, are continuously flowing into their sensory nerves.

It made them lock hundreds of rat people in an instant.

These small groups of rat people were all trapped in darkness, fatigue, pain, and the screams in the distance, huddled deep in the grass, in a dilemma.

Originally, waiting for their fate could only be to sit and wait for the bloody dawn to come, to be overtaken and slaughtered by the recharged centaur warriors.

Now, they are in a trance, listening to the sound that seems to come from the cloud, but also from the abyss, and more like it comes directly from their heads.

"stand up."

The solemn-looking voice said, "Keep going, there is hope ahead!"

These exhausted, dim-eyed fugitives, who had almost given up their lives, all stared wide-eyed.

For a moment, there was a dead silence all around, the stars and the bright moon in the sky were covered by dark clouds, they could not see or hear anything, as if they had fallen into the boundless swamp called "death".

But the next moment, the voice that seemed to have light resounded from the depths of their brains and hearts again.

"Stand up and take courage."

The voice said, "Go, go!"