Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

There are also centaur warriors with bone longbows and blood diamond spears on their backs, also walking neatly, like a long dragon with no end in sight, rolling from the smoky horizon.

There was lightning in their eye sockets, flames spewed from their nostrils, and their hooves were inlaid with fine iron, barbed horseshoes, and the horseshoes were stained with blood.

Although they are not as strong as the Tauren, tens of thousands of centaur warriors advance in a uniform rhythm. Tens of thousands of horseshoes are raised almost at the same time, and at the same time, they are trampling the ground fiercely, and the roar is almost overwhelming. Tore the hearts of the leaves.

And wild boar.

The most greedy and savage of the Bloodhoof clan, although they are not as tall as the tauren, nor as majestic and disciplined as the centaur, but after devouring special minerals, they kept scratching on the mandala tree to solidify the resin Become the most flexible armor.

There were also sharp spikes secreting poison, poking out from under the battle armor.

Even if you don't enter the "totem madness" state.

They are all thorny, rough-skinned and thick-skinned, the craziest and most difficult guys in the entire Bloodhoof clan.

However, when the Elephant appeared swaggeringly, no matter the Tauren, Centaur or Wild Boar, they all became petite and eclipsed.

These burly men with a height of more than ten arms were like high moving walls.

Every time you take a step, cracks criss-crossing like spider webs will be blasted on the road paved with big bluestone.

Their ivory is three to five times thicker than the horns that the tauren are proud of.

The elephant trunk is more like a python covered with bloody spikes, swinging back and forth in front of its head.

Not to mention the weapons they carry on their shoulders—they are basically "battering rams" made by uprooting mandala trees, trimming them a little, and putting on rings of iron hoops!

The rat people captives shivering under the thunderous footsteps of the elephant man are really like a rat hiding under the feet of a giant elephant, and will be trampled into a pulp if it is not careful.

Facing such a blood hoof army.

Ye Zi was as distraught as all the captives.

It took several days, bit by bit, the vengeance that was barely condensed was crushed to pieces again.

They were not the first group of captives to arrive at Pointe Noire.

Ratmen, ten times more numerous than the Bloodhoof Warriors, had already gathered outside the city.

The glory comes, and the war is coming.

Blackhorn City is one of the five Turan clans and the most important military base of the Bloodhoof clan.

Turan warriors from all over the world continued to gather here, causing the population of Blackcorner City to increase dozens of times in an instant.

Expand the city, build camps, store rations, dig ores, forge weapons...

Countless tasks are waiting for the rat people to complete with their sweat, blood and even their lives.

On the outskirts of the city alone, there are foundry workshops emitting highly toxic smoke day and night and splashing molten steel. Every day, hundreds of rat people are burned to death, scalded to death, and smoked to death by accident.

They should be honored.

If it weren't for the unprecedented scale of the war and the urgent need for a large number of spears, arrows and swords, they, who flowed with unclean blood, would have no right to touch sacred metal, let alone cast their dirty flesh and bones into the most sharp weapon.

And behind the billowing black smoke from the foundry.

Ye Zi saw Black Point City.

What a majestic and domineering city this is!

The city that can't be seen at the end is not supported by half a mandala wood. It is all made of black rocks, white bones and red ore. It seems that even the wrath of the thunder , can't blow it across.

The lowest house is also four or five stories high. Behind it, there are layers upon layers. The highest point, imitating the appearance of a holy mountain, has at least ten floors, no, twenty floors. No, the hut of Ye Zi's family is as high as thirty floors.

Thirty floors!

If it weren't for the blessing of the ancestors and the power of the totem, how could there be a house in this world that can be built to a height of 30 stories without a single piece of mandala wood!

This magnificent and imposing scene, like a red-hot iron, almost burnt flat, was deeply engraved in Ye Zi's mind, the picture of her mother being burned to death and An Jia being taken away.

He almost wanted to let go of his hatred, believing that the deaths of his mother and brother, as well as the destruction of Banshan Village, were all due to the sacred ancestors' unstoppable will.

Law of the Turanians.

Strong is right.

The Bloodhoof army and Blackhorn City are so powerful.

Everything they did, including the destruction of Banshan Village, was of course correct, even just.

What's more, the horn-broken bull-head warrior also performed a blood-giving ceremony for his brother, giving him the most honorable thought, right?

No, not right.

What's wrong!

Leaf's canines were deeply embedded in her lips, and she struggled against this thought with stings and blood.

However, many rat people were captured, and they couldn't hold on anymore.

Under the pressure of the Bloodhoof army and Blackhorn City, their desire for revenge disappeared.

All kinds of things in the past disappeared with the burned hometown.

Now, they just want to kill, plunder, burn, and destroy everything like a real Turanian warrior!

"Let me join the Bloodhoof clan!

"I've passed the trials of the Briarwood and Buffalo Falls!

"I have been hungry for three days and three nights, but I still have enough strength to break a mandala tree!

"I can help the masters smash the heads of all enemies, whether it is the Golden Clan, the Thunder Clan, or the barbarians who believe in the Holy Light, kill, kill them all, kill kill kill kill!"

In front of him, an exceptionally strong mouseman prisoner who was more than three arms tall suddenly shouted like a demon.

Struggling desperately, he accidentally bumped into the tauren who was escorting him.

The tauren naturally remained motionless.

But the blood and mud on the captive's tail accidentally rubbed against his face.

Perhaps it was because he was in a more relaxed mood when he returned to Blackhorn City, but the tauren was not angry, but grinned instead.

"Okay, as long as you can withstand this punch, you are eligible to become my servant!"

The tauren broke the tendon ropes that bound the Ratmen captives with two fingers, signaling the captives to get ready.

More bloodhoof warriors gathered around enthusiastically, betting again and again.

"Five steps!"

"Seven steps!"

"I don't think he can do it, he's too thin, he can hold on to three steps at most!"

They spoke words that the captives could not understand, and threw out strings of money polished with the bones of totem beasts.

The strongest Ratman captive took a deep breath, his eyes widened, his chest swelled up like a bellows, and became as strong as a shield.

He held his breath and was speechless. He could only signal the tauren who was not much taller than him with his eyes: "Come on!"

The tauren snorted.

Without accumulating strength, he loosened his fist, and it seemed to land lightly on the chest of the Rat People captive.

The mouse people captive was shocked at first, he didn't expect this punch to be so painless.

Immediately, he was ecstatic and determined that he had become a member of Blackhorn City and the Bloodhoof Army.

He turned around, opened his arms, and walked towards Ye Zi and other captives.

One step, two steps.

"Glory, Bloodhoof—"

As soon as he took the third step, and the words were only halfway through, the chest of the mouseman captive continued to swell.

Accompanied by the crackling sound of bones cracking, his upper body exploded like a volcanic eruption, and the blood and muddy internal organs stained the ground within seven or eight arms.

The Bloodhoof warriors didn't expect this guy to be so useless, he didn't even hold on for three steps, and the guy who lost everything all booed at the half of the corpse that was still poking.

"Idiot, it's not that easy to join the Bloodhoof Clan alive."

The partner behind Ye Zi muttered softly.

He told Ye Zi that the war has not yet fully broken out, and the five major clans are still recruiting and sharpening their swords, so there is no need for so many rat people to serve as cannon fodder.

The rat people were "recruited" to Blackhorn City, mainly to forge iron, dig mines, build roads, build cities, transport grain, and undertake the hardest work.

According to the previous experience of the Glory Era, out of a hundred rat people, at least seventy would die of exhaustion during the war preparation stage.

But such a disgraceful death like "tired to death" is impossible to be qualified to be bestowed with the blood of the clan.

"Whether it's blacksmithing, mining, or building bridges and paving roads, it's impossible to join the Bloodhoof clan."

The partner said, "We want to get rid of the identity of the rat people, there is only one way - to enter the arena!

"Although we are not qualified to be real gladiators, at most we are only consumables in the arena, toys for the most distinguished gladiators to kill time before staged a gorgeous battle.

"But at least we have a chance to get exercised, to fight, to have a tiny bit of hope, to get stronger, stronger, stronger.

"Even if we can't injure a gladiator in a 'game', as long as we last for a period of time under the strong offensive of the gladiator, we may win the favor of a certain audience, become his servant, and join the blood The hoof clan!"

Ye Zi's heart moved.

He didn't know if he really wanted to join the Bloodhoof clan.

In the burning hut, the mother twisted in the flames without saying a word; the elder brother spun in the air and landed heavily; and An Jia's intricate eyes.

With the majestic Bloodhoof army, the majestic Blackhorn City.

These two images are overlapped so seamlessly that the young man cannot see his own destiny and intention clearly.

But one thing is for sure.

Whether you join the Bloodhoof clan or not.

He longs to be stronger.

He is omnipotent, willing to pay all costs, and become stronger regardless of any consequences.

Become stronger than all Ratmen.

Become stronger than all Bloodhoof warriors including the Elephants.

Become stronger than King Turan of the Golden Clan, who has nine totems in his body.

Then, he would use the most brutal way to kill the Hornless Tauren Warrior.

And every bloodhoof warrior who appeared in Banshan Village that day.

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Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho, the long-lost fourth update, Lao Niu has the audacity to ask for a monthly pass, isn't it too much?

By the way, our dear Brother Chao, the next chapter is about to jump out, everyone is welcome!