Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

With the battle situation developing to this point, Meng Chao and Ice Storm were not in a hurry to kill all the pursuers.

In fact, let these centaur warriors whose hearts were broken and their spiritual defenses completely collapsed survive, find more companions in despair, and spread fear like a virus.

It is more conducive to the breakthrough of the Rat People than directly destroying their flesh and blood.

Besides, Meng Chao also hoped to reveal an important piece of information to the powerful people who controlled the Bloodhoof Clan through the mouths of these pursuers.

So, they slowed down their pace, unhurriedly looking for a suitable "mouth" in the trembling grass.

Soon, they found their target.

...

"Spark" never dreamed that a hunt like an outing would turn into a nightmarish killing.

This young, handsome, tall and tall centaur warrior had just completed his coming-of-age ceremony.

This was the first time he followed his brother and the most admired warrior in the tribe to carry out a mission.

When he first stepped into the empty grassland, the eager young man was still muttering that this task was not enough to satisfy him—even if he killed all the rat people, what kind of skill was he?

A warrior like him, who tramples on four iron hooves and can produce four dazzling sparks, should face the liger and tiger warriors of the Golden Clan, as well as the magicians and night watchmen of the Land of Light.

Sure enough, the few fights yesterday were simply a game of cat and mouse, lacking in challenging battles, and even a fledgling boy like him couldn't lift his spirits.

Even at night, the rat people who surrendered were skinned and cramped, and then they were forced to dance on the red-hot swords while they were still bleeding.

Such an ingenious performance cannot extinguish the depression of "Spark".

If only time could be turned back.

"Spark" really wants to stay in the boring, dull, boring, and peaceful yesterday forever.

Instead of the ridiculous present!

The elder brother is dead, the leader is dead.

All of them died in the most painful way at the hands of the devil with magma flowing all over his body!

Twenty or thirty heavy armored cavalry wearing totem armor, even if they encounter a team composed of hundreds of clan warriors, can rely on their devastating impact to collide hard.

But it was instantly torn apart by the angry flames sprayed by that demon.

When the demon shot him a lightning-like gaze from a distance, it was supposed to be the "spark" that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, but he felt that his blood and courage were drained from his whole body, and he didn't even have the guts to look at him even for a breath. !

What was even more frightening was that the phantom of the horned rat god kept appearing in front of "Spark".

"Spark" had long heard of the existence of the Horned Rat God.

Like all noble, honorable, proud warriors of the clan, he had no interest in the self-comforting jokes of these filthy rats.

Even if Black Point City was turned upside down by the Rat People.

Because "Spark" and his people gathered at the Bloodhoof Temple dozens of miles away from Blackhorn City to conduct actual combat exercises, and did not see the tragedy of Blackhorn City with their own eyes.

Afterwards, they received an order to attack the empty grassland for a long distance, intercepting the way of the fugitives.

Therefore, "Spark" didn't know how miserable Blackhorn City was when it was ravaged by the "Supreme Power of the Horned Rat God".

It is impossible to have the slightest sense of awe.

Until now—

When this ancestor spirit with a head full of deformed horns and a face covered with a skull mask.

Appeared in front of "Spark" very clearly and truly, and gave him a deep, sinister smile.

No matter how he asked his ancestor spirit for help, he couldn't get any response, let alone expel the horned mouse god from his vision.

In the depths of "Spark"'s brain, a ridiculous distracting thought finally emerged.

Perhaps, even the humble rat people have their own ancestors, right?

Of course.

No matter how humble, dirty, and cowardly.

The Rat People are still part of Turan's warriors.

In the battle of glory, they can more or less display certain combat effectiveness.

When thousands of years of hatred, anger and pain gathered into mountains and rivers.

The ancestral spirits of the rat people awakened from the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

What is there to be surprised about?

"We are fighting against a group of real warriors who have the blessings of the ancestors!"

This kind of cognition made "Spark" fly away.

His brain was blank, and he couldn't inspire any totem power, let alone secrete a drop, the courage to confront the magma demon wielding a burning chain blade.

On the contrary, the four lower limbs seemed to be injected with surging power by endless fear, dragging the extremely stiff upper body, running, running like crazy, like running desperately.

"Spark" ran several miles in one breath.

Until blood spouted from the nasal cavity, the upper and lower chest cavity seemed to be filled with dwarves' explosive barrels, tearing apart violently, and every bunch of flesh and blood around him twitched like a bolt of lightning.

He just slowed down a little.

Because the brain is burning and the eyeballs are bloodshot.

The originally verdant grassland was scarlet in the eyes of "Spark" at this moment.

It was as if the corpses of the rat people slaughtered by them last night, and the rat people who were slaughtered wantonly by clan warriors in the past tens of millions of years, were all buried in the depths of this grassland, compressed and fermented, and turned into boiling blood A steady stream of scorching blood spewed out towards the ground.

It made it impossible for "Spark" to tell whether this was the hell in the nightmare, or the nightmare in the hell.

There are no companions around.

There was a shrill scream from far behind him.

"Spark" heard that it was the voice of "Blood Wing".

This warrior who is second only to the leader in the tribe likes to wear two heavy swords that are more than four arms long on his back.

When charging at high speed, it is like spreading the wings of death, harvesting dozens or hundreds of lives in one breath.

Unexpectedly, even such a warrior is not an all-in-one enemy of the demon possessed by the rat god.

"Spark" swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva with difficulty.

He twisted his extremely stiff neck inch by inch, wanting to see where the devil was chasing him.

Then, his pupils suddenly shrank into two needlepoints.

The area around the needle tip was surrounded by raging flames.

A flaming throwing spear with psychic energy surged down from the sky, flashed like lightning, and made an extremely shrill scream, piercing through his chest that had not been completely covered by the totem armor, nailing him firmly to the ground!

"Spark" is literally wrapped in a flower of fire that is slowly blooming.

He screamed and struggled in the flames, but because the spear pierced his chest and penetrated deeply into the ground, he couldn't escape the raging flames.

Even if the totem armor is re-dissolved into a substance similar to liquid metal, it flows continuously, extinguishes the flames, and repairs body tissues.

But the flame spirit could penetrate into his body, burning his lungs and heart, but made all the blood gushing out of his seven orifices turn into magma.

"Step! Step! Step!"

"Spark" heard the demon's footsteps.

Although his field of vision was still shrouded in flames, he couldn't see the surrounding things clearly.

But the devil's heavy footsteps, like a war hammer inlaid with spikes, hammered his chest continuously, causing his heart and lungs, which had been charred, to be squeezed even more severely.

The increasingly intense, heart-piercing pain was precisely the strong breath of death lingering around the devil.

Sparkle was terrified.

His six limbs seemed to be tightly sealed by invisible shackles.

He couldn't even move his little finger.

Not to mention the idea of ​​"fighting to the death with the devil and ushering in a glorious sacrifice".

The only thing "Spark" can do is lie here quietly, clenching his teeth tightly, without making a sound.

Disguised as a dead body that had its heart imploded and burned into charcoal.

The demon's footsteps stopped a dozen steps away from him outside the burning range.

"Good aim."

Behind the devil with flowing magma, came a bone-chilling voice.

It should be boasting of the spear that fell from the sky and almost hit the heart of "Spark".

"Spark" was slightly taken aback, and immediately reacted.

That's right, their enemies should be two people.

Except for the demon who wields a chain blade and spews magma.

There is also a guy who is good at manipulating frost, making ice picks and ice blades, like silver lightning.

The demon chuckled.

He didn't take the spear piercing through the chest of "Spark" to heart at all.

"It should be almost killed, right?"

With a deep, secretive, and weird accent, the demon said to his companion, "There are some rotten fish and rotten shrimps left, it's not worth our time to get out of the grassland as soon as possible, and the most important thing is to catch up with the 'adults', otherwise, If we continue to procrastinate here and attract more pursuers, it will be a little troublesome."

"grown ups?"

"Spark" endured the pain of being burned by the flames, but this pain made his mind extraordinarily clear.

He thought, judging from his tone, the demon seemed to be in awe of that "adult".

You know, this demon has the strength to defeat an entire heavy armored cavalry team.

What kind of terrifying existence should the "adult" who can be feared by him be?

Also, why did they have to "withdraw" from the grassland in order to catch up with that "adult"?

Didn't all the fugitives gather on the empty grassland?

"about there."

At this time, another enemy said in a cold and bone-chilling voice, "This ambush is enough to arouse the anger of the centaur clan, plus the already furious tauren, wild boar, and elephant man... Let these idiots come out in full force, and slowly play cat and mouse games with the rat people on the hollow grassland, as for us..."

Her voice faded away.

No matter how much "Spark" pricked up his ears, he couldn't hear the second half of the sound.

Afterwards, the two enemies simultaneously let out triumphant laughter.

The footsteps of the devil sounded again.

The "spark" is getting closer and closer.

It was as if he was about to pull out the burning spear stuck in his heart.

It was as if he wanted to stomp on his head and completely confirm his death!