Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

It is conceivable that if Meng Chao hadn't appeared in time, Ye Zi would not have been buried in the raging flames sprayed by the wolf officer just now.

In just ten or twenty minutes, the human body will spontaneously combust and die due to the high temperature of the viscera and brain.

Except for Meng Chao.

Looking at Turanze and even Dragon City, the number of people who can save Ye Zi in such a critical situation will definitely not exceed five fingers.

Meng Chao's hands moved like flying, groping from Ye Zi's temples all the way to the soles of his feet.

Preliminarily figured out the distribution of the magma-like spiritual veins in his body.

After pondering for a moment, Meng Chao gently broke off a black thorn from the scorched mandala tree nearby.

Swish Swish Swish Swish!

The sharp thorns pierced through the periphery of Ye Zi's internal organs with incomparable precision, and dozens of nodes where the spiritual veins meet.

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

Immediately, streams of colorful steam hissed and leaked out from the leaves.

It made him look like a boiler that had been in disrepair for a long time and had air leaks on all sides.

Hearing the harsh voice, Meng Chao's furrowed eyebrows still did not loosen.

Ten fingers poked quickly between Ye Zi's chest and abdomen, and the ripple-like force continued to penetrate through the flesh and blood, massaging his viscera.

Make sure that the process of psychic energy leaking wildly will not hurt the young man's immature heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

I do not know how long it has been.

The leaves groaned.

He coughed a few times and coughed up a pool of glistening mucus.

Only then did the hostility lingering around him dissipate a little bit.

The deformed and inflated limbs, like an inflatable rod with a valve opened, gradually shrink back to their original shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Meng Chao put his index and middle fingers together and touched the boy's forehead.

He found that although his forehead was still hot, it was not as exaggeratedly hot as before, so hot that it would melt steel.

Then put two fingers above the boy's lips.

Sensing that the boy's breathing is gradually stabilizing, the temperature of the exhaled breath in his body is also dropping.

Only then did Meng Chao heave a sigh of relief.

Finally, rescued!

——Only Meng Chao knew the danger of the seemingly ordinary stabbing.

Just now, Ye Zi's internal organs were filled with too violent spiritual energy, like a trembling, almost transparent balloon filled with water.

I want to poke a small hole in such a "balloon" to squeeze out all the water inside without hurting the balloon at all, let alone make the balloon explode.

It's hard to reach the sky!

Even a university professor who is familiar with the distribution of the 108 main veins and 1024 branch veins of the human body, as well as the intersection points of each spiritual vein, cannot complete this miraculous technique without the keen sense of touch and delicate techniques cultivated by harvesting tens of thousands of monsters. operate.

Not to mention that although the orcs and the earthlings have roughly the same physical structure and are close relatives derived from the same genetic mother, they have gradually drifted apart on the long evolutionary road. The structure of intertwined spiritual veins has very subtle differences. difference.

If it weren't for the depths of the dungeon in the Blood Skull Arena, Meng Chao would have spent a lot of effort to prepare the leaves in order to get a qualified guide, and he had known the distribution structure of his spiritual veins.

I'm afraid, it's also powerless.

"You kid, I told you clearly when we parted that you must play by ear and be smart, why are you working so hard?

"Don't you really expect that there is a holy mountain floating outside the atmosphere, and there is a big horned mouse god sitting cross-legged on the holy mountain, and when you make a heroic sacrifice, he can really pull you out of the atmosphere to enjoy endless feasts, endless fight?"

Looking at the boy's face that was as pale as paper due to excessive blood loss, Meng Chao couldn't laugh or cry.

The leaves slowly wake up.

At this moment, he was still very weak due to exhaustion and excessive blood loss.

The deformity swelled, the flesh was torn, and even the bones were covered with fine gaps. The limbs that had just returned to their original shape were more like four torches covered in grease, burning crazily, which made him feel the piercing pain. .

However, no matter the weakness or severe pain, nothing can stop the young rat people's determination to go to hell for freedom and dignity, go to hell, and then kill through hell to reach the top of the holy mountain.

He didn't see the surrounding environment at all, and he didn't even see who saved him, but he was struggling like a small fish in a muddy pond, screaming hysterically in an extremely weak voice: "Kill! Kill! Kill these wolves! For all the rat people! For the ancient dream saint! For the horned rat god!"

Meng Chao was terrified.

Hurriedly holding the back of Ye Zi's head gently with his left hand.

The palm mind can gushes out, taking advantage of the opportunity to pour into the depths of his brain, pouring a force that stabilizes the brain, lowers the temperature of the brain, calms the young man's mind, and prevents the concussion from happening again.

The right hand was raised high, mercilessly, slapping, slapping, and slapping the boy ten or twenty times in one breath.

The smoke made Ye Zi's cheeks on both sides swell high like big purple round eggplants, and her eyes were so crowded that her eyes bulged out of their sockets. She stared blankly at Meng Chao's face for a long time.

"Harvest, Reaper!"

Only then did the mouseman boy wake up, and despite the pain in his cheek, he showed a grinning, ecstatic expression.

"Finally woke up!"

Meng Chao breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gratifiedly.

"Great, Reaper, even you are here, this must be the arrangement of the Horned Rat God, it's really great!"

Ye Zi's eyes were shining, he didn't look like a patient who had just let out a lot of blood, he threw himself on Meng Chao, grabbed Meng Chao's arm tightly, and shook wildly, "Hurry up, Reaper, help us destroy these hateful creatures!" Jackals, the Saintess of Ancient Dream said, whether the Sixth Clan can gain a firm foothold in Turanze, and whether the tens of thousands of rat people can gain real freedom and dignity depends on this crucial battle!"

"..."

Seeing Ye Zi's fascinated and convinced expression when he mentioned the words "Saint of Ancient Dreams".

Meng Chao gave birth to a sour feeling that the little guy he had worked so hard to prepare was actually abducted by outsiders.

"Wake up, Leaf!"

Meng Chao took control of the arms of the Rat Man boy, and said in a deep voice, "Do you still remember the survival rules I taught you in the underground prison of the Blood Skull Arena? Observe more, think more, and hide yourself. It is not a last resort. Don’t put all your chips, including yourself, on one player—because our goal is to be the smallest player, not the biggest chip!”

Meng Chao's throat was entwined with a very special spiritual energy.

Make his vocal cords emit high-frequency oscillations similar to ultrasonic waves at a frequency far exceeding that of ordinary people.

The sound produced in this way can not only vibrate the eardrum and auditory nerve of the listener.

It can reach the audience's cerebral cortex and even the depths of their hearts.

The leaves trembled slightly.

His eyes were clearer than before.

It was like several chains lingering in his mind, pierced by Meng Chao's words.

But the broken chains were quickly reconnected.

His expression became stubborn and even fanatical again.

"Reaper, I firmly remember every word you told me, but please believe me, the ancient dream saint must be right, this battle is really the rise of the sixth clan, and all the rat people are saved The key is, you must help us!"

The rat boy was so anxious that he was about to cry.

Meng Chao's heart skipped a beat.

"Have you seen the ancient dream saint?"

Meng Chao said, "How do you know? What she said must be right. Don't forget, when we were in Blackhorn City, we analyzed that the Great Horned Rat God may not exist. Behind the Great Horned Legion, there must be a deeper hidden truth." eccentric!"

"I don't know if the Great Horned Rat God really exists, but the Ancient Dream Saintess did get the power of the Rat God. You can't even imagine how miraculous and unbelievable she is!"

Ye Zi said urgently, "I have indeed met the ancient dream saint, more precisely, it was the ancient dream saint who saved us, if it weren't for the ancient dream saint, we would have died in Blackhorn City long ago!"

"What?"

Meng Chao was taken aback, "The 'we' you said means..."

"It's me, Spider, and the twenty-nine rat servants you first rescued from the dark cell in the Bloodhead Arena."

After Ye Zi's explanation.

Only then did Meng Chao know what had happened to Ye Zi and the other Rat People servants on the day when the methane gas explosions turned Blackcorner City upside down.

Although they were encouraged by Meng Chao that day, they broke out of the chaotic blood skull arena.

Try to gather the Ratmen and escape to the area where the underground passage is hidden.

But it was really bad luck, and encountered the few remaining organized bloodhoof warrior teams in the city halfway.

Most of the Rat People's servants who rushed out of the blood skull arena were immediately intercepted and killed.

Only Ye Zi, the servant team, showed extremely tenacious style and fierce fighting power because of being personally prepared by Meng Chao. After paying the price of the death of seven servants, they actually killed one exhausted and bruised. The Bloodhoof Warrior.

Of course, at this time, all the survivors, including Ye Zi, also became exhausted.

Facing the furious Bloodhoof Warrior, the only way left is to die willingly.

At this moment, two strong rat people wearing scarlet cloaks with skull and rat patterns painted on them descended from the sky.

To this day, the leaves have never forgotten the picture of them dancing lightly on the blade and spine of the blood hoof warrior.

It is even more impossible to describe in words. When they danced lightly and took off the head of the bloodhoof warrior, it brought to the depths of their hearts the shock of serial explosions that were not stingy with methane gas!