Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Just as the fugitives curled up into a ball, obeyed Meng Chao's arrangement, and buried their mouths, noses, eyes, and ears deep in the soil, there was a shrill scream in the air.

What the centaur warrior fired was not an ordinary arrow.

The arrow shafts made of metal are often engraved with cuneiform characters containing mysterious power, and the secret medicine refined by the witch doctor is smeared in the inscriptions, and they have also been blessed by the priests.

Small round or triangular holes are drilled on the arrows, and crystals rich in spiritual energy are embedded in them.

Then through the vibration of the magnetic field of life and the tremor of high-speed friction air.

The destructive power exerted to the extreme is comparable to that of Dragon City's grenades and mortars, and it can also carry wind, fire, lightning and other lethal effects.

The psychic arrows, whose speed was soaring to the limit, cut through the sky in an instant, dragging out a trail of colorful tail flames.

At first glance, it looks like a rainbow and fireworks.

However, when the "rainbow fireworks" fell near the fugitives, it set off a bloody storm.

Although the distance was too far, it was impossible for the centaur warriors to see the precise location of every fugitive hiding in the grass.

But after every arrow hit the ground, it would set off death shock waves with a diameter of three to five meters or even larger.

After the arrow with its scarlet tail flame landed, it immediately ignited raging flames within a radius of three to five meters. The fugitives who were dormant inside were scorched and rotten, screaming again and again.

After the arrows that dragged the blue tail flames landed, they turned an area of ​​three to five meters into an extremely cold ice cave. Many fugitives didn't even have time to scream, and deadly ice mist came out of their mouths and noses Into the chest, the heart and lungs were frozen and cracked.

After the arrow with its golden trailing flame landed, dozens or hundreds of bolts of madly jumping lightning appeared within a radius of seven or eight meters.

The golden arc was like a hungry poisonous snake, and it couldn't wait to shoot at the fugitives who were curled up in a ball. The fugitives were twitched by the electric shock, their skins were torn apart, and even the scorched bones were exposed.

After the arrow with its cyan tail flame landed, it absorbed a large amount of surrounding air, compressed into dozens of light cyan wind blades, spread out in a criss-cross pattern, and would be within seven or eight meters, or even ten meters, of the arrow's landing point. The fugitives who were meters away were all cut into pieces, and their limbs and arms flew randomly in mid-air along with the bright red blood arrows.

This is literally "killing like mowing grass".

A strong smell of blood suddenly gushed out in the air.

Mixed with the stench of burnt flesh, it turned into a disgusting, hellish breath.

At this time, it reflects the second role of choosing the dense grass that obscures the horizon as the battlefield.

If the Rat People want to compete with the clan warriors, especially when the two sides first contact each other, they must pay a terrible price.

If it is on the battlefield with a clearer field of vision.

I watched helplessly as my companions were shot terribly by the centaur warrior's rockets, electric arrows, and ice arrows.

The morale of the fugitives will be shot to pieces, and it is impossible to raise the will to fight.

And curled up in the depths of the grass, and buried their heads deep in the soil. Although they knew that their side was silently enduring the killing from the sky, they did not witness the tragedy of their companions being torn apart. The escapees who survived could still grit their teeth and persist.

Of course, if the centaur warriors are not in a hurry to charge, but go around in circles with them from a distance, and shoot arrows at them in a leisurely manner.

Even the most fanatical rat people will completely collapse before the sun goes down.

But just as Meng Chao judged, the centaur warrior did not do this.

After throwing dozens of arrows sparsely, the surprise attack from the air came to an end.

Instead, the shock of iron hooves trampling on the ground became more and more intense and rapid.

The centaur charged.

Of course.

If the target is an enemy of the same level, such as the warriors of the Golden Clan, or the night watchmen and magicians of the Land of Light.

The centaur warriors would naturally remain cautious, using round after round of arrow rain to slowly consume the target's physical strength, spiritual energy and will.

In many widely circulated war epics, centaur warriors even had the patience to spend ten days and half a month, not far or near behind the target, using an endless stream of arrows to harass them day and night.

It wasn't until the enemy completely collapsed from the physical and spiritual levels that he chased after him calmly and pierced the enemy's heart with a spear.

However, this is not a real war.

It's just a sloppy "rat extermination operation".

Although the Rat People made a lot of noise in Black Point City.

But it was mainly a series of big explosions that caught the Bloodhoof Clan by surprise.

A centaur warrior whose brain is still full of glory and arrogance would not think it necessary to run out of time and empty his quiver while hunting a bunch of dirty, weak, and lowly rats on the grasslands.

They didn't waste a single arrow when they hunted down those damn rats yesterday.

As long as the speed is increased a little, the spear is aimed at the front, and the scimitar is placed on both sides, and these insignificant creatures can be harvested smoothly.

The only thing they have to be careful about is not to let the other party's dirty blood splash on themselves.

Today, the centaur warrior wasted dozens of precious arrows because of this large group of mice hiding in the grass.

The faster and faster centaur warriors, no one thought that this would be a preset battlefield.

They thought that the poor mice were so frightened by yesterday's killing that they lost all strength to escape, so they could only curl up in this seemingly dense grass, like ostriches with their heads buried in the sand, hoping to escape. Passed a catastrophe.

Even if they split the grass and found the pits and trenches that the fugitives had painstakingly dug, they didn't take it to heart, but laughed at the stupidity of the rats in front of them.

"Do you want to rely on these gutters and holes to block the charge of the Bloodhoof Warrior? How is it possible!"

Indeed, the fugitives who survived the rain of arrows, after sensing the overwhelming murderous aura of the centaur warriors, realized in despair that what they were performing was an impossible task.

Drunkenly discussing "using a sliding shovel to deal with tigers" at the wine table.

It's completely different from being stared at by a huge and murderous tiger in the mountain forest where the wind is everywhere.

And centaur warriors are definitely more terrifying than tigers.

Ten times scarier.

These combat creatures seem to have come out of a nightmare by fusing the upper body of a human with the lower body of a war horse through superior genetic technology, without the docility of a herbivore at all.

Many centaur warriors have a full head of dagger and majestic hair, extending from the back to the horse.

When they are flying like lightning, they are like clusters of colorful battle flames, lingering around their bodies.

Many centaur warriors have a muscular figure comparable to that of a tauren, and their shiny skin exudes the metallic texture of cast copper and iron. Many people still have a sharp knife that cuts iron like mud horizontally behind them, and there are even several iron rings nested above the four hooves, which are studded with dense spikes!

It is conceivable that if these war machines studded with sharp blades and spikes ruthlessly rush into one's own front line, trample and cut at will, what kind of terrifying damage will be caused.

What's even more frightening is that while the centaur warrior maintains the ultimate impact force, its flexibility remains undiminished.

They are literally "horse and man in one", no matter whether they have two iron arms or four iron hooves, they are all extensions of the will.

The time and strength of the fugitives are quite limited, and it is impossible to conceal the trench perfectly.

It was soon discovered by the centaur warrior, and he jumped over with great lightness.

As for those grass knots that could theoretically tie a horse's legs, they were often turned into powder when touched lightly by the centaur warrior's iron hoof studded with spikes.

Facing the centaur warriors who were crushing like thunder, the minds of all the fugitives went blank.

Two or three days ago, they had faced the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled in the bloodhoof warriors in the city of Blackhorn, which had undergone serial explosions.

Relying on crowd tactics, and with the help of temple thieves lurking in the depths of the crowd, they once defeated their opponents.

He thought that the Bloodhoof Warrior was nothing more than that, and his weak combat power could be fully compensated by the superiority in numbers.

Until now, under the cover of the killing intent of the centaur warriors sweeping towards them like a stormy sea, the fugitives realized how childish and ridiculous they really are.

Even at the spiritual level, their beliefs are still firm and even fanatical.

But at the physiological level, they issued a scream derived from genes from the deepest part of each cell.

fortunately--

Between these mobs who are about to collapse, and the centaur warriors who have reached their speed to the limit and can no longer deflect angles or change directions.

There are two existences who are more qualified than centaur warriors and are called "killing machines".

Meng Chao was like a dragon dormant in the abyss.

The limbs are deeply embedded in the wet soil, and the body is lowered as much as possible, hidden in the grass.

At the same time, the breathing, heartbeat and body temperature were all restrained to the limit, so that the centaur warriors who were close at hand could not perceive that there was an extremely dangerous evil spirit hidden beside their most vulnerable ribs and abdomen.

And on the rock-like, absolutely still body.

The thick tendons and blood vessels swelled up as if filled with aura, forming a pattern like an angry dragon with teeth and claws.

And behind the drooping eyes, in the depths of Meng Chao's brain, surrounded by countless spiritual lightning, there is an extremely powerful spiritual storm, which is condensing, gestating, and being born!

Just when the several centaur warriors who took the lead leaped high and were about to leap over Meng Chao's head.

Meng Chao opened his eyes suddenly!