Thinking like this, most of the thousands of rat servants stood up.

Led by Ye Zi and other twenty-nine veterans hand-picked by Meng Chao, they gathered into a hot torrent and rushed towards the gate of the training camp.

The eyes of the house rat soldiers who were staring at the Wildhammer were all emitting a faint light.

The Wildhammer's house rat soldiers were like lost dogs with their backbones broken, unable to even straighten their backs.

They were frightened and asked sternly: "You guys, whatever you want to do, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Hmph, even your master was beaten to pieces by the Night Demon. Why are you so arrogant?"

Spider hid in the crowd and said in a strange voice, "Be careful and wait until the Bloodhoof army returns to the city, so that you can be buried with the Wildhammer!"

This sentence made all the house rat soldiers turn pale.

The Turan civilization did not have a tradition of burial.

Because after the death of the glorious warrior, he will go to the holy mountain where he will fight for eternity during the day and revel in eternity at night to join the ranks of the ancestors.

And the humble rat people obviously do not have the qualifications to enter the Holy Mountain after death.

Since their destinations are not consistent, there is no point in being buried.

However, their master Wildhammer was seriously injured and most likely lost most of his combat effectiveness.

Having been branded with such a humiliating mark on my forehead by the Night Demon, I will probably never raise my head in the circle of glorious warriors in this life.

They, the house rat warriors, can no longer serve the Wildhammer.

If it were transferred to someone else, it would naturally be impossible to continue to serve as a private soldier with a higher status than other rat people.

It is very likely that he will become cannon fodder, and sooner or later he will have to face the minions of the ligers, the arrow rain of the elves, the artillery of the dwarves, and the magic of the Holy Light humans.

Thinking of this, the Wildhammer's house rat soldiers were full of bitterness. How could they still have any fighting spirit?

"If you don't want to die, just rush out with us!"

Ye Zi took the opportunity to encourage, "If you stay in Black Corner City, you soldiers who are unfavorable in protecting your master will only die. But if you want to fight for the Great Horned Rat God and the rat people themselves, we have received rigorous training and have skilled combat skills."

The warriors will surely find a way to survive!

"Don't hesitate. The tradition of the Turan people is to surrender to the strong. Look at Wildhammer's miserable state. Is he really worth your wholehearted devotion?"

These words made many of the Wildhammer's house rat soldiers lower their heads deeply and their eyes wandered to both sides.

Only a handful of diehards still grit their teeth and stand where they are.

Their number is only a few dozen.

Now that the matter was over, Ye Zi stopped talking nonsense, snorted coldly, strode forward, and bumped straight into the captain of the Wildhammer soldiers.

The captain of the soldiers had actually heard of this young man with "natural powers".

But he was still deceived by Ye Zi's baby face.

Just as he was about to draw the knife, Ye Zi suddenly accelerated and crashed into his arms at a speed as fast as lightning.

There was only a "bang" sound, and the two sides collided firmly.

You know, most of Wildhammer's soldiers are as tall as him, and they wear well-cast metal armor, like statues made of copper and iron.

Although Ye Zi gained more than ten kilograms of muscle under Meng Chao's conditioning, he still looks tall and thin because his body has mushroomed like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Just looking at the body shape comparison, everyone thought that the leaf would hit the iron plate and bounce back.

Unexpectedly, the result was that the captain of Wildhammer's soldiers grunted, flew backwards more than ten arms' distance, hit the wall hard, made another muffled sound of broken muscles, slid down crookedly, and collapsed to the ground.

, stopped moving.

At the moment of the impact, Ye Zi's eyes were quick and he pulled out the broad-backed sword from the opponent's waist and slashed hard, creating two visible ripples in the air and making a "buzzing, buzzing" sound.

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The rat boy's eyes followed the ripples and shot towards the other diehards.

These guys didn't expect that the seemingly green leaves had such amazing strange powers.

They swallowed hard, and before their brains could react, their legs were trembling and weak involuntarily.

"lets go!"

Ye Zi held his head high and waved his sword, "Next, we have to fight for ourselves!"

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Meng Chaozhuo stood on the highest point of the roof of the training camp, in the shadow shrouded in smoke, watching Ye Zi rush out with a large number of rat servants.

The rat boy is growing faster than he imagined. Perhaps he can expect this casually planted seed to grow into a towering tree in the near future.

Although just a big tree cannot change the future.

But if a hundred, a thousand or even ten thousand trees gather together, maybe they can change the world and create a new world?

"Finally I've sent Ye Zi and the others away, now I can have fun... and be a little wild!"

Meng Chao looked across the chaotic Blood Skull Arena and towards the burning Black Horn City.

He grinned under the protective cover that was as smooth as a mirror and had no trace of decoration except for the annular honeycomb-shaped light-transmitting holes.

He tapped his toes, jumped up, and silently drew a mysterious arc in the smoke-filled mid-air, surpassing Ye Zi and others, and landed right on their path, yelling, jumping into rage, and waving

Battle axes and heavy swords are behind the Bloodhoof warriors trying to restore order.

The Bloodhoof warriors who stayed behind at the Bloodskull Arena were old and disabled. They were no match for Meng Chao, who was gradually recovering his strength and re-entering the realm of heaven.

To deal with them, Meng Chao didn't even have to use the curved blade extending from the back of his elbow.

With just a light chop with the hand knife, based on the subtle touch feedback from the totem armor, he can accurately grasp the gap between the back of their neck and the cervical vertebrae, and input a high-frequency trembling spiritual energy just right to disperse their cervical vertebrae.

Their cervical vertebrae were dislocated, and they fell limply to the ground, unable to even utter a cry.

If they don't want to be paralyzed for the rest of their lives, these guys can only lie there motionless, waiting for the witch doctor to rescue them.

The Blood Skull Arena at this moment is the best hunting ground for ghost assassins.

Meng Chao knocked down more than a dozen Bloodhoof warriors in succession, successfully opening a green passage for Ye Zi and others to break out of the Bloodskull Arena.

He didn't let the other party see his true face clearly, nor did he let the other party successfully swing his sword at him once.

In fact, compared to these Bloodhoof warriors with missing arms and legs, it was the totem armor itself that caused him more trouble.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

When he secretly attacked the Bloodhoof warriors, the totem armor kept stimulating his auditory nerves, like hundreds of bloodthirsty flies buzzing in his ears.

Various stimulating and tempting sound and light effects also appeared in his field of vision, such as marking the Bloodhoof Warrior's fatal points with shiny arrows to lure him to attack.

His dopamine and endorphin levels increased uncontrollably and quickly exceeded their limits, driving him closer to the abyss of obsession again and again.

This made Meng Chao once again confirm that the Totem Armor is an extremely dangerous ultimate weapon for individual soldiers.

Because it has a very advanced or perhaps too advanced strong artificial intelligence operating system.

This kind of strong artificial intelligence, which is infused into liquid metal with incredible technology, can even continuously learn the thinking and fighting patterns of each generation of masters, optimize its own moves and tactics, and use illusory and real sound and light effects to simulate the past generations.

The image of the master.

That is the "ancestral spirit" or "war spirit" that the high-level orcs worship.

In the end, it uses its combat wisdom that is far superior to flesh and blood to influence the new master in a subtle way.

Let the new master gradually change from adopting its rational suggestions, to obeying its words, to completely letting go of his will to it, and completely becoming a puppet of the totem armor, a slave of the desire to kill, a machine that only knows destruction and destruction.

machine.

In a word, totem armor can indeed greatly improve the wearer's combat effectiveness and battlefield survivability.

But as long as the totem armor is put on, the wearer will become the purest, most thorough, and most extreme warrior, treating combat as the only meaning in life.

Meng Chao didn't know how the ancestors of the advanced orcs could invent such a terrifying ultimate equipment for individual soldiers.

He felt that the reason why the Turan civilization has declined to the point where it is close to being like a piece of hair and drinking blood has nothing to do with the totem armor.

If only one of the best people in a civilization thinks about fighting and killing, those who do all the work except fighting and killing are "mean rat people".

How can such a civilization continue to develop and create greater brilliance?

In this sense, the totem armor and the mandala tree are the same.

They helped the Turan civilization continue in a very extreme way, lasting for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

But it has locked up or even killed this civilization, leaving all possibilities except to continuously wage war and fall into a cycle of killing.

Although clearly aware of this.

Meng Chao still chose to drink poison to quench his thirst.

He believed that he could withstand the negative effects of the Totem Armor.

Only use the ever-evolving and increasingly powerful totem armor to complete your mission of saving Dragon City.

Even if you really can't resist it.

As long as it can push the future of Dragon City by one meter, no, even by one centimeter or one millimeter, in the direction of "preventing destruction," it's worth it, right?

Besides, there is also "tinder"!

Meng Chao was surprised and delighted to find that as he attacked everywhere in "Game of the Brave", he took advantage of the situation and fished in troubled waters.

After devouring more and more totem beast flesh and blood and the secret medicine concocted by the witch doctors.

While the blood vessels and spiritual veins are constantly filling, the fire that has been sleeping deep in the brain for a long time is also showing signs of awakening.

Although Tinder still has not released new tasks.

It cannot be exchanged for new skills.

But every time, when the strong artificial intelligence equipped on the totem armor flashes information in front of his eyes and keeps making noises in his ears, the fire will always continue to shine, emitting a strong light, helping him defend his soul and stay awake.
Chapter completed!