The people on earth are too ferocious. Text Volume Chapter 1115 Important Message. When the battle situation has developed to this point, Meng Chao and Ice Storm are not in a hurry to kill all the pursuers.

In fact, these centaur warriors, whose hearts are broken and their spiritual defenses have completely collapsed, are left alive, and they find more companions in despair, spreading fear like a virus.

It is more conducive to the rat people's breakout than directly annihilating their flesh and blood bodies.

Besides, Meng Chao also hopes to reveal an important piece of information to the powerful people who control the Bloodhoof clan through the mouths of these pursuers.

So, they slowed down and looked for a suitable "mouth" in the trembling grass calmly.

Soon, they found their target.

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"Spark" never dreamed that a picnic-like hunt would turn into a nightmare-like killing.

This young, handsome, tall and tall centaur warrior had just completed his coming-of-age ceremony not long ago.

This was the first time that he followed his brother and the most admired warrior in the tribe on a mission.

When he first stepped into the Xingkong Grassland, the eager young man was still muttering that if he found this mission too unsatisfactory, even if he killed all the rat people, what kind of skill would that be?

A warrior like him, who can step out with four dazzling sparks when trampled hard by four iron hooves, should face the liger warriors of the Golden Clan, as well as the magicians and night watchmen of the Holy Light Land.

Sure enough, yesterday's fights were nothing more than a cat-and-mouse game. The battles lacked any challenge, and even a fledgling boy like him couldn't muster any energy.

Even at night, a few surrendered rat people were skinned and cramped, and then they were forced to dance on the red-hot sword while their blood dripping with blood.

Such a unique performance could not extinguish "Spark's" depression.

If time could go back.

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

Rather than the extremely ridiculous present!

The brother is dead, the leader is dead.

They all died in the most painful way, at the hands of the demon with lava flowing around him!

Twenty or thirty heavy armored cavalry wearing totem armor, even if they encounter a team of hundreds of clan warriors, they can collide with a devastating impact.

However, it was torn to pieces in an instant by the angry flames sprayed by the demon.

When the demon shot a lightning-like gaze at him from a distance, the "spark" of a newborn calf who was supposed to be immune to tigers felt that all the blood and courage in his body had been drained, and he didn't have the guts to look at him, even for one breath.

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What's even more frightening is that the phantom of the Great Horned Rat God is constantly appearing in front of "Spark".

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

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

Even if Blackhorn City is turned upside down by the rat people.

Because "Spark" and his clan members were gathering at the Bloodhoof Temple, dozens of miles away from Black Point City, for actual combat drills, they did not see the tragic situation in Black Point City with their own eyes.

Afterwards, they received orders to make a long-distance raid on the Xiankong Grassland and intercept the escapees' path.

Therefore, "Spark" did not know how miserable Black Horn City had been ravaged by "the supreme power of the Great Horned Rat God".

It is impossible to have the slightest sense of awe.

until now

When this ancestral spirit appeared, his head was covered with deformed horns and his face was covered with a skull mask.

It was extremely clear and real, appearing in front of "Spark" and giving him a low and sinister smile.

No matter how he asked his ancestral spirit for help, he could not get any response, let alone expel the Great Horned Rat God from his sight.

Deep in "Spark's" mind, an absurd and absurd thought finally emerged.

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

Of course.

No matter how humble, dirty or cowardly you are.

The ratfolk are still part of Turan's warriors.

In the Battle of Glory, they can more or less exert a certain degree of combat effectiveness.

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

The ancestral spirits of the rat people awakened from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Is there anything surprising about this?

"We are fighting against a group of true warriors blessed by ancestral spirits!"

This realization made "Spark" stunned.

His mind was completely blank, and he could not arouse any totem power, let alone secrete any courage to fight against the magma demon wielding the burning chain blade.

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

"Spark" ran several miles in one breath.

Until blood foam spurted out of the nose, the upper and lower chests felt like barrels of dwarf explosives, tearing apart violently, and every bundle of flesh and blood around the body twitched like a bolt of lightning.

He slowed down slightly.

Because the brain is burning and the eyeballs are bloodshot.

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

It was as if the corpses of the rat people who were slaughtered by them last night, as well as those who had been arbitrarily slaughtered by clan warriors in the past tens of millions of years, were buried deep in this grassland, compressed and fermented, and turned into boiling blood.

Source, a steady stream of hot blood spurting out onto the ground.

"Spark" cannot tell whether this is hell in a nightmare or a nightmare in hell.

There are no companions around.

There was a shrill scream coming from far behind.

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

This warrior, second only to the leader of the tribe, likes to carry two heavy swords that are longer than four arms 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 no match for the demon possessed by the rat god.

"Spark" swallowed a mouthful of blood-smelling saliva with difficulty.

He twisted his extremely stiff neck inch by inch, trying to see where the devil had chased him.

Then, his pupils suddenly shrank into two needle points.

The needle tip was surrounded by blazing flames.

A flaming spear with spiritual energy agitated, fell from the sky, sparkled with lightning, and emitted an extremely shrill scream, piercing through his chest that was not completely covered by the totem armor, and nailed him to the ground!

"Spark" literally means being surrounded by blooming flame flowers.

He screamed and struggled in the flames, but because the spear penetrated his chest and penetrated deeply into the earth, he could not escape the raging scope of the flames.

Even if the totem armor is re-dissolved into a substance similar to liquid metal, it will continue to flow, extinguish the flames and repair body tissues.

However, the fire energy invaded the body and burned his lungs and heart, causing all the blood gushing out of his seven orifices to turn into magma.

"Tap! Tread! Tread!"

"Spark" heard the devil's footsteps.

Although his vision was still shrouded in flames, he couldn't see clearly what was around him.

But the devil's heavy footsteps were like a war hammer studded with spikes, hammering continuously on his chest, causing his heart and lungs, which had been burned to coke, to be squeezed even more severely.

The increasingly intense, heartbreaking pain was caused by the strong aura of death lingering around the demon.

"Spark" was extremely frightened.

All six of his limbs seemed to be tightly sealed by invisible shackles.

I can't even move my little finger.

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

The only thing "Spark" could do was to lie here quietly, gritting his teeth and not making any sound.

Disguised as a corpse whose heart had been stabbed out and burned to charcoal.

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

"Good accuracy."

Behind the lava-flowing demon, a bone-chilling sound came from behind.

He should be bragging about the spear that fell from the sky and almost hit the heart of "Spark".

"Spark" was startled for a moment, then reacted immediately.

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

Except for this demon who wields a chain blade and sprays lava.

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

The devil chuckled.

He didn't take the spear that pierced Spark's chest to heart at all.

"They should be almost killed, right?"

The devil spoke in a low, mysterious and weird accent, and said to his companions, "There are some rotten fish and shrimps left, which are not worth our time. The most important thing is to withdraw from the grassland as soon as possible and catch up with the 'adults' and the others. Otherwise,

If we continue to delay here and attract more pursuers, we will be in trouble."

"grown ups?"

"Spark" endured the pain of burning his body in flames, but this pain made his mind become extra clear.

He thought to himself that judging from his tone, this 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 do they have to "withdraw" from the grassland in order to pursue the "adult"?

Aren’t all the escapees gathered on the Xingkong Grassland?

"about there."

At this time, another enemy was heard saying in a cold and biting voice, "This ambush is enough to arouse the anger of the centaur clan, plus the already furious tauren, wild boar people and elephant people...

Let these idiots come out in full force and slowly play a cat-and-mouse game with the rat people on the Xingkong Grassland. As for us..."

Her voice weakened.

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

Then, the two enemies simultaneously laughed triumphantly as they were sure of victory.

The devil's footsteps sounded again.

Getting closer and closer to the "spark".

It was as if he was trying to pull out the burning spear stuck in his heart.
Chapter completed!