Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Broken Tooth is the vice-captain of Team Stinger.

It is also the strongest of all the house mouse soldiers, second only to the pure blood boar warrior.

Although half of the fangs protruding from the corner of the left mouth were broken, they were still more slender and sharper than those of other house mouse servants.

This tusk was stuck in the flesh and blood of a totem beast before breaking off in the middle.

The totem beast left him with shocking scars all over his head, and the courageous name "Broken Tooth".

—— Being able to escape from the tiger's mouth of the totem beast is enough to prove that he is not an ordinary rat people.

In fact, the blood of the Ironhide family runs through Brokenfang.

His grandfather was a genuine clan warrior.

It's a pity that his father was born with deformities and failed to pass the coming-of-age ceremony.

He can only serve his distant relatives as a rat man and live a life of humiliation.

But it's all coming to an end.

Broken Tooth is confident that in the battle of glory, he will accumulate enough resources and strength to obtain the holy blood and return to the embrace of the Ironhide family.

Of course, one must first follow the master and crush these vulnerable cowards.

Broken Tooth had no doubts about that.

Especially in the Hall of Glory just now, after these poor people who are not worthy of being on the arena have been rushed to pieces.

He even faintly felt pity for these guys.

They were not fighters in the first place.

Just wriggling slugs.

It shouldn't be here at all, and it was ridiculed in vain.

Instead, they should die and rot silently in the dark dungeon.

"Let me, Uncle Broken Tooth, come and end your miserable, shameful lives!"

With a grim face, Broken Tooth locked onto his target—a little guy who was at the front of the opponent's battle formation, so young that he could wring out water, his hands and feet were too slender, and trembling, as if he couldn't even hold a battle axe.

Seeing him rushing towards him like a thunderbolt, the little guy was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he couldn't even stand still.

Broken Tooth grinned grinningly, let out a violent drink, and the mace set off a whirlwind.

Before his eyes, there was a wonderful scene where the little guy was smashed by him, his bones were broken, his flesh was flying, and even his internal organs were gushing out from his throat.

However--

The mace, which was as powerful as a broken bamboo, rushed to nothing.

There was nowhere to vent the huge destructive force and acceleration, and he was dragged forward to sprint forward for more than a dozen steps. The joints of his legs were aching, and he barely stopped.

Broken Tooth looked back with surprise on his face, and found that the shivering little guy, like a mandala leaf in a strong wind, turned three times in mid-air, and fell lightly to the side!

My own mace, it seems, only wiped off two hairs of the little guy!

"How can it be?"

Broken Tooth searched on the mace in disbelief. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find even a single drop of blood.

He can only blame it on himself for being too excited and exerting too much force, and this kid's luck is really good.

"Even the most humble rat people can occasionally be favored by the ancestors."

Broken Tooth grumbled, spat two mouthfuls into his palm, and wanted to launch a second charge towards the slender boy.

But the slender boy ran into the crowd in a panic.

After the first round of charging, the arena has become a mess and plunged into extreme chaos.

That's right, the Ice Storm team is indeed as expected by the Stinger team, it will collapse at the first touch.

No, they didn't even touch the "touch" at all. Seeing the Stinger team rushing towards them aggressively, the Ice Storm team broke up immediately, and couldn't even maintain the most basic formation.

This is certainly an extremely clumsy and disgraceful act.

But it also made the Stinger team go all out with a fatal blow, and it was in vain.

They didn't seem to knock down many Icestorm soldiers.

Even the wild mouse servants who fell down in a very exaggerated posture used their hands and feet together, and ran away with their heads in their arms, like a group of cockroaches with amazing vitality, without any appearance of being fatally injured.

The main arena is large enough to accommodate thousands of fully armed Turan warriors fighting each other here.

If it weren't for Ice Storm's fame and Stinger's background, this kind of 30-man versus 30-man, team-sized gladiatorial fight would have been totally unqualified to take place on the main arena.

Broken Tooth and other house mouse servants were originally excited that they were qualified to show their faces in front of tens of thousands of clan warriors.

But now they found that the too spacious battlefield had brought them a lot of trouble.

Of course, the opponent's battle formation was overwhelmed by them.

But if they want to kill the opponents who are fleeing in all directions, they seem to have no way to gather into a tight charge formation.

This is not a problem.

To deal with this group of cowards, poor people, is there any other formation needed?

After all, they were well-trained servants of the Iron Skin family. With a whistle from Broken Tooth, the charge formation of 30 people spread out smoothly, and became a three-person pursuit formation, attacking from all sides.

Broken Tooth relocks on a target.

It was a wrinkled, gray-haired half-old man.

Panicked eyes cast toward Broken Tooth, as if inviting him: "Don't come here!"

"In the Ice Storm team, why are there even such old immortals?"

Broken Tooth frowned, exerted strength, charged, and swung the mace fiercely, expecting the brain to burst, blood to splatter, old bones to be shattered, the pleasure of "click, click"...

Then, it fell through again.

Broken Tooth was stunned. When he looked back, he happened to see the gray-haired half-old man lying on the ground, using his hands and feet together, like a huge but agile spider, narrowly dodging the big swords and swords of the other two house mouse servants. The giant ax flew dozens of arms away.

Broken Tooth and his companion looked at each other, unable to believe their eyes.

Are these bastards really Turanians?

Broken Tooth was about to ignore the dull pain in the joints of his legs, and launched a new round of charges against this shameless old immortal.

Suddenly, a new target cut into the attack route between him and the old immortal.

This is a guy with black hair and black eyes, a pale face, and his body is covered with bandages, blood is still oozing from the bandages, and the guy smells faintly of herbs.

He looked so weak that he was a little embarrassed to break his teeth, so he attacked him.

After all, bullying the weak, at least under the watchful eyes of the public, is not the Turanian style!

But this black-haired, black-eyed trash, who was so immortal, blocked his attacking route.

Then even this trash and that old man, let's crush them together and make them into meat paste!

Broken Tooth lost his patience, spewing white smoke hotter than steam from his nostrils, roaring with his two companions, brandishing mace, giant sword and battle axe, like a destructive storm, rushing in a straight line.

The "trash with black hair and black eyes" is like a little white rabbit that has strayed into a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair, his face is full of panic and confusion.

He stood there straight, watching Broken Tooth and the others rushing towards him, but his hands and feet were extremely stiff, as if he was overly frightened and stunned.

"Should we succeed this time?"

Broken Tooth's sinister grin was extremely strong, with a hint of resentment hidden.

Anxious to vent the anger that was not vented on the slender boy and the bad old man just now on this trash.

He wants to explode the heart of this trash.

Then squeeze the muddy heart out of the throat.

However, just when he was still three to five arms away from the target, and the target was still motionless, as if no force could stop him from smashing his opponent into a puddle of flesh.

However, he sensed an incomparably fierce killing intent from behind.

Once escaped from the tiger's mouth of the totem beast, brought extremely keen vigilance, made the heart of Broken Tooth contract suddenly, releasing a large amount of blood and strength, regardless of the joints and tendons all over the body burst into crushing pain, abruptly in " The black-haired black-eyed trash" knelt down in front of him, and rolled out sideways.

The two ignorant companions who followed behind him were not so lucky. Before they could react, they were ruthlessly knocked away by a leaden gray light and a bright silver light.

While still in the air, blood spurted wildly, his chest was sunken, his thin armor was deeply embedded in his flesh, his hands and feet became softer than soaked ropes, and it seemed that he could not survive.

And in the leaden gray light and the bright silver light, there were two impatient shouts: "Go away, you useless waste!"

"It's... master!"

Luckily, they managed to save a life, but they were disgraced, their teeth could not be distinguished from their opponents, and they realized with shock and fear that they had just been unlucky and ran into the offensive and defensive routes of the two main generals!

The warriors of the clan who advocated bravery and paid attention to challenging the strong would often not deliberately attack the opponent's miscellaneous soldiers when the opponent's main general was still alive.

Soldier against soldier, general against general, this is the battlefield etiquette that Turan warriors have followed for thousands of years.

So, as soon as the horn sounded, the two main generals, Ice Storm and Stinger, threw off the servants and went to have a strong dialogue.

The problem is, no matter how spacious the arena is, it is still not enough to carry all their anger and killing intent for the two totem warriors who have activated the totem armor and soared at the speed of sound.

They will not deliberately attack miscellaneous soldiers.

However, when they soared to the speed of sound, released frost and flames, and blasted the arena to pieces, if there were miscellaneous soldiers who didn't have long eyes and happened to cross their attack route, they would not be able to make way for the miscellaneous soldiers.

Broken Tooth is well aware of this common sense.

But the two consecutive charges failed, and the target escaped in a very obscene manner, which deeply angered the captain of the house mouse servant who was full of honor.

And the target of the third charge, this trash with black hair and black eyes, seems to have a kind of... very evil power, people can't contain the anger in their hearts when they see him, they just want to tear him to pieces, I don't know Before I knew it, I forgot to observe the surrounding environment.

Besides, who would have expected that their luck would be so bad. Their attack route happened to intersect with the attack and defense routes of the two totem warriors, and at the same time, their speed reached the limit?

"That's right, it's luck. Our luck today is really bad!"

Looking at the blood splashed all over his face, Broken Tooth finally got rid of the "stuck" state, his facial features were huddled together in fright, and the black-haired waste, who was scurrying around like a mouse, was so angry that Broken Tooth itched, "Besides, our opponent is really Too useless, too shameless!"