There are also centaur warriors carrying long skeletal bows and blood diamond throwing spears, also walking in neat steps, like a long dragon with no end as far as the eye can see, rolling from the smoke-filled horizon.

Their eye sockets sparkled with electricity, their nostrils spurted flames, and their hooves were inlaid with spiked horseshoes made of fine iron. The horseshoes were covered with blood.

Although they are not as strong as the tauren, the tens of thousands of centaur warriors advance in a uniform rhythm. Tens of thousands of horse hooves lift up almost at the same time, and at the same time, they trample the ground hard, making a roar that is almost as loud as

It tore Ye Zi's heart to pieces.

There are also quilboars.

These are the greediest and most savage guys in the Bloodhoof clan. Although they are not as tall as the tauren, nor as majestic and disciplined as the centaurs, after they swallow special minerals, they continue to scratch on the datura tree to solidify the resin.

The most flexible armor.

Another spike, secreting poison, poked out from under the armor.

Even if you don't enter the "Totem Madness" state.

They are all covered with thorns, have rough skin and thick flesh, and are the craziest and most difficult guys in the entire Bloodhoof clan.

However, when the elephants appeared in a swaggering manner, the tauren, centaurs and wild boars all became petite and overshadowed.

These sturdy men, who were more than ten arms tall, were like high moving walls.

Every time you take a step, there will be cracks criss-crossing like a spider web on the road paved with big bluestones.

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 the head.

Not to mention that the weapons they carry on their shoulders are basically "battery rams" made by uprooting mandala trees, pruning them slightly, and putting on circles of iron hoops!

The rat captives shivering in the thunderous footsteps of the elephant men were really like rats hiding under the feet of the elephants, and would be trampled to pulp if they were not careful.

Faced with such an army of bloodhoofs.

Ye Zi was as devastated as all the captives.

It took several days to gather the heart of revenge bit by bit, but it was once again crushed to pieces.

They were not the first prisoners to arrive in Black Point City.

The rat people, ten times more numerous than the Bloodhoof warriors, had already gathered on the outskirts of the city.

Glory is coming, and the war is coming.

Blackhorn City is one of the five major clans of Turan 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 Black Point City to increase dozens of times in an instant.

Expand the city, build forts, reserve military rations, mine ore, and forge weapons...

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

Just on the outskirts of the city, foundries erupted day and night with highly toxic smoke and splashed molten molten steel. Hundreds of rats were killed by exhaustion, accidental burns, scalding, and smoke every day.

They should feel honored.

If the scale of the war had not been unprecedented, and a large number of spears, arrows and swords were urgently needed, they, with their unclean blood flowing, would not be qualified to touch the sacred metal, let alone cast their dirty flesh and bones into the most powerful weapon.

Sharp weapons.

And behind the billowing black smoke from the foundry.

Ye Zi saw Black Corner City.

What a majestic and domineering city this is!

The endless city that can be seen at a glance does not use half a mandala tree as a support. It is entirely made of black rock, white bones and red ores, and is built solidly. It looks like even the wrath of thunder

, unable to blast it across.

The lowest house is four or five stories high. Behind it, there are layers upon layers of buildings. At the highest point, imitating the holy mountain, there is a super giant altar with at least ten floors, no, twenty floors.

No, it’s as high as the 30-story Ye Zi family’s shack.

Thirty floors!

Without the blessing of the ancestral spirits and the blessing of the power of the totem, how could there be a house in this world that could be built to a height of thirty stories without a single mandala wood!

This magnificent and majestic scene was like a red-hot iron, almost flattening the scene. It was deeply engraved in Ye Zi's mind, the scene of his mother being burned to death and An Jia being kidnapped.

He almost gave up his hatred and believed that the death of his mother and brother, as well as the destruction of Banshan Village, were the irreversible will of the sacred ancestral spirits.

Turanian law.

To be strong is to be right.

The Bloodhoof army and Blackhorn City are so powerful.

Everything they did, including destroying the mountain village, was of course correct and even just.

What's more, the broken-horned bull-headed warrior also performed a blood-giving ceremony for his brother and gave him the most glorious idea, right?

No, that's not right.

Something is wrong!

The canine teeth of the leaves were deeply embedded in the lips, fighting against this thought with stinging pain and blood.

However, there were many rat prisoners who could no longer hold on.

Overwhelmed by the momentum of the Bloodhoof army and Blackhorn City, their desire for revenge disappeared.

Everything in the past disappeared with the burning of his hometown.

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

"Let me join the Bloodhoof clan!

"I passed the thorn bush and the buffalo falls!

“I was hungry for three days and three nights, but I still had enough strength to break a mandala tree!

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

A rat prisoner in front of him, who was over three arms tall and extremely strong, suddenly started shouting like crazy.

He struggled desperately and accidentally bumped into the minotaur escorting him.

The tauren naturally remained motionless.

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

Perhaps because he was in a more relaxed mood after returning to Black Horn City, the tauren was not angry, but instead grinned.

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

The tauren used two fingers to break the ropes binding the rat captives, signaling the captives to get ready.

More Bloodhoof warriors gathered around him happily, shouting and placing bets again.

"Five steps!"

"Seven steps!"

"I don't think he can do it. He's too thin. He can only hold on for three steps at most!"

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

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

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

The tauren snorted.

Without accumulating any force, he let out a loose punch and landed seemingly lightly on the rat captive's chest.

The rat captive looked shocked at first. He didn't expect the punch to be so painless.

Then he was ecstatic and believed that he had become a member of Black Horn City and the Bloodhoof army.

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

One step, two steps.

"Glorious, Bloodhoof"

As soon as he took the third step, and only half of his words were spoken, the rat captive's chest continued to swell.

Accompanied by the "crackling" sound of bones exploding, his upper body exploded like a volcano. Blood and mud-like internal organs dyed the ground within seven or eight arms red.

The Bloodhoof warriors didn't expect this guy to be so useless. He couldn't even hold on for three steps. The guy who lost everything started to cheer and boo at the half-broken corpse that was still poking at him.

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

The companion behind Ye Zi murmured softly.

He told Ye Zi that the war has not yet completely broken out, and the five major clans are still recruiting troops 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 Black Point City, mainly to forge iron, mine, build roads, repair the city, transport grain, and undertake the hardest work.

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

But a person who died in such a disgraceful way like "dying from exhaustion" would not be eligible to be given 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 our identity as rat people, and there is only one way to enter the arena!

"Although we are not qualified to be real gladiators, at most we are just consumables in the arena, toys that the most noble gladiators use to kill time before performing gorgeous battles.

"But at least, we have the opportunity to get exercise, participate in battles, and have a glimmer of hope to become stronger, stronger, and stronger.

"Even if we can't injure the gladiators in a 'game', as long as we sustain the strong offensive of the gladiators for a period of time, we may win the favor of a certain audience member, become his servant, and join the bloodstream.

The Hoof Clan!"

Ye Zi's heart moved.

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

The burning shack, the mother twisted in the flames without saying a word; the brother spun in the air and landed heavily; and Anjia's complicated eyes.

And the majestic Bloodhoof army, the majestic Blackhorn City.

The two pictures overlapped each other so perfectly that the young man could not clearly see his own destiny and intentions.

But one thing is for sure.

Whether you join the Bloodhoof clan or not.

He all desires to become stronger.

Do whatever it takes, be willing to pay any price, and become stronger regardless of the consequences.

Become stronger than all the rat people.

Became stronger than all Bloodhoof warriors, including the Elephants.

He became stronger than the King of Turan of the Golden Clan, who contained nine totems in his body.

Then, he will use the most brutal method to kill the Taurus warrior with the broken horn.

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

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Ho ho ho ho ho, the fourth update after a long absence, Lao Niu shamelessly asks for a monthly pass, isn’t that too much?
Chapter completed!