The people on earth are too ferocious. Chapter 1074 of the main text. The two masters among the rat people are both masters of stealth assassination.

It is also supported by the new totem armor.

Like two faint shadows, blending into the smoke and dust that filled the ground, they quietly arrived at the arsenal and granary in the southeast corner of the Blood Skull Arena.

And he found a high point among the nearby ruins and climbed up close to the wall.

Meng Chao smeared his hands full of dust and mud, and spread it evenly on the helmet of the totem armor to reduce the reflection of the flames.

He stuck out half of his head, squinted his eyes, and looked far into the distance.

It was discovered that the walls of the arsenal and granary, including the tall walls of the Bloodskull Arena that were adjacent to each other, had all collapsed in the explosion.

One huge hole after another forms a "green channel" facing the street.

Countless rats in ragged clothes and with hungry faces smelled the unique fragrance of datura fruits, and stimulated by their appetites, they gathered into a surging frenzy and rushed towards the arsenal and granary.

After Meng Chao's earlier sneak attack, even with the temple guards, there were only a few dozen clan warriors left in the Blood Skull Arena.

Except for the temple guards, most of the warriors were missing arms and legs, or had hidden injuries that were not conducive to fighting, so they were left behind by Kasava.

They all gathered around the arsenal and granary to form a solid line of defense.

Like a thorny dam, it blocks and tears away the stormy waves.

The rat slave workers who had not received professional training and were squeezed out of half their lives in the foundry were like weeds in a hurricane, being uprooted and flying all over the sky under the wild dance of the clan warrior's giant sword.

In the few dozen seconds that Meng Chao observed, at least hundreds of rat people fell to the indiscriminate bombardment of the warriors' giant swords, swords and meteor hammers.

However, under the psychological suggestion of the big explosion in Noire City and "the arrival of the Great Horned Rat God", the desperate rat slave workers were as weak as their bodies, as determined as their wills, and as excited as their spirits.

Even the previous wave of rat people was cut off by the swords of the clan warriors, and everyone died miserably.

The rat people at the back still rushed forward without fear of death, using hammers for blacksmithing, crude iron drills that had just been cast, and bone sticks that were picked up casually without being polished and strengthened, and launched their attacks like moths to the flames.

attack.

While rushing forward one after another, they also let out extremely fanatical roars.

"The Great Horned Rat God has arrived, and victory will surely belong to all the rat people!"

"The Great Horned Rat God is watching us in the sky, charging and killing. Even if we die vigorously on the battlefield, we will be reborn on the top of the Holy Mountain under the guidance of the Great Horned Rat God!"

"Look, that's the Horned Rat God, that's the Horned Rat God!"

At this moment, the sky in Black Horn City was filled with thick smoke, flames and dark clouds that were licked red by the flames.

The life magnetic field of tens of millions of people is surging wildly, causing the magnetic field of the planet within a small area to become disordered. The flames, smoke and dark clouds floating in the air are constantly rolling like angry waves, changing into various forms.

There are all kinds of strange shapes, and in the eyes of fanatical believers, they will think "I saw the Horned Rat God" or "The Horned Rat God is looking at me", which is not surprising at all.

Under the "Gaze of the Great Horned Rat God", many of the rat slave workers, who were obsessed with killing and whose minds went blank, never thought about seizing enough weapons and mandala fruits to successfully escape from Black Horn City.

Perhaps, together with the surging rat tide, we can rush in front of the hateful clan warriors, cut off or even just touch a hair on their bodies, and then die in the hands of the clan warriors in the most tragic and heroic gesture, so that

The horned rat god saw his "heroic appearance".

This is the ultimate salvation of the rat people and the meaning of fighting.

The extremely fierce battle made the clan warriors guarding the granary and arsenal frightened.

Even though the rat people couldn't break through their defenses for a while, they just stretched their necks and let them kill them to their heart's content.

But if they cut off hundreds of bones as hard as iron in one go, they will also feel numb and tired.

Especially when there was an unexpected big explosion in Noire City. Thousands of rat people were shouting the name of the "Great Horned Rat God" and ran in front of them like crazy to seek death.

This scene was completely beyond the scope of their understanding, and for the first time in their lives, the clan warriors felt an extremely subtle fear of the rat people with their despicable blood.

The two sides were in a stalemate at the entrance of the granary and arsenal.

The formation is messy and lacks the ability to attack fortresses. Only the rat slave workers who are full of fanatical beliefs can hardly break through the final line of defense composed of clan warriors.

But no matter how frantically the clan warriors slashed, they could only kill the bodies of the rat people, but they could not destroy their will.

The frenzy of the rat people is getting higher and higher, with no intention of collapsing or retreating.

Soon, the entrances to the granary and arsenal were piled with the horrific corpses of the rat people.

And they were cut down with swords and smeared with dust, and their dark faces often still had a relieved smile hanging on the corners of their mouths.

"Continuing like this is not an option."

Seeing the tragic battle situation, Meng Chao frowned secretly.

No matter from the perspective of emotions or interests, he stands on the side of the rat people.

According to this trend, even if the rat slave workers can really capture the granary and arsenal of the Blood Skull Arena, they will probably have to pay an extremely heavy price.

As a result, it was impossible for them to have enough manpower and time to empty the granaries and arsenals.

You know, the main force of the Bloodskulls led by Kasaval will return to Black Point City at any time.

If the rat slave workers had not retreated with a large number of mandala fruits and weapons when Kasava came in person.

At that time, not even a half of the rat people would be able to escape from the wrath of Kasava.

"We must help these rat people, otherwise, their casualties will be too heavy. Even if they can escape from Black Horn City, they will not be able to escape the pursuit of the Bloodhoof warriors!"

Meng Chao was about to jump up.

His shoulders were suddenly held down by an ice storm.

"Wait a minute, I feel something is wrong. The bloodhoof warriors' front is wavering, and they are about to lose!"

Meng Chao was slightly startled.

Is it possible for a dignified Bloodhoof warrior, even a third-rate warrior with missing arms and legs, to be defeated by a group of skinny rat slave workers?

But he knew that the ice storm would not be blind.

When it comes to understanding gladiators and temple guards, Ice Storm, who has been in the Blood Skull Arena for more than two years, is obviously more profound than Meng Chao.

Following the direction she pointed, Meng Chao looked intently.

Sure enough, he saw a Bloodhoof warrior whose footing was unstable and crumbling under the impact of the rat people's frenzy.

A moment later, he was swallowed up by a tide of rats!

It turned out that there was a ratman wearing a hood and cloak, disguised as a corpse, slowly squirming like an insect from the bloody pile of corpses, and walked around behind the Bloodhoof warrior, holding his breath and dormant.

It wasn't until the Bloodhoof Warrior stepped over him that he, with lightning speed, thrust his sword from bottom to top between the Bloodhoof Warrior's legs, piercing the Bloodhoof.

The whole tone of the samurai!

The fall of this Bloodhoof warrior created a fatal gap in the entire defense line.

It's like a dam is starting to collapse and it's out of control.

Meng Chao noticed that there were more and more rat slave workers wearing hooded cloaks whose faces could not be seen clearly. They jumped out of the tide of rats. Dots of cold light shone out from under the cloaks, and at the same time they stabbed the Bloodhoof warriors.

of vital importance.

Their movements are much faster than ordinary rat slave workers.

The weapons used do not seem to be crudely made semi-finished products.

But he has the same spirit as the ordinary rat slave workers, not afraid of death, and dares to die with the Bloodhoof warriors at any time.

The appearance of these "elite rat people" instantly broke the deadlock.

Within three minutes, a huge blood flower burst out from the waist of the last Bloodhoof warrior.

He covered his waist and eyes, and before he could even cry out, he was completely swallowed up by the surging rat tide.

The rat people marched straight in and captured the granaries and arsenals.

Perhaps even they themselves did not expect that this unbearable uprising would progress so smoothly.

Especially the samurai masters who used to be aloof and oppressed and bullied them, were actually cut into pieces and minced into pieces by them.

That unparalleled feeling simply gave all the rat people a shot in the arm.

They became more and more convinced that only the arrival of the Great Horned Rat God could create such a miracle!

For a time, hundreds of rat people were dancing and crying with joy on top of the mountains of weapons and mandala fruits.

Meng Chao and Bing Storm looked at each other, but at the same time they saw the confusion between each other's eyebrows.

"Those guys wearing hoods and cloaks are not ordinary rat slave workers, but well-trained warriors."

They both came to the conclusion at the same time.

It is not that there are no strong people among the rat people.

Some rat people with extraordinary talents and natural powers are as big and round as the clan warriors, and can tear tigers and leopards alive.

However, if civilians who have not received professional training only know how to fight instinctively, they will definitely be sloppy when making moves and make many ineffective moves.

Similarly, when an enemy, especially an enemy whose strength is far superior to one's own, slashes at him with a sword, even if he is mentally prepared to face death, his muscles will tighten, his breathing will be rapid, and he will subconsciously block and dodge.

This is the survival instinct of carbon-based intelligent life.

It is difficult to control it without years of rigorous training.

These rat people wearing hoods and cloaks successfully controlled their instincts.

And the ineffective movements when launching moves have been restrained to the extreme.

Even simple horizontal and vertical slashes, when used by them, have the feeling of being refined.

There was a tacit understanding between them, and often three or five people would jump up at the same time and attack a Bloodhoof warrior.

Among them, when facing the Bloodhoof Warrior, it is more like taking the initiative to die, exposing the Bloodhoof Warrior's fatal flaw so that others can kill him with one blow.
Chapter completed!