In order to deal with the hundreds of thousands of rat people, they were able to escape from Black Point City smoothly.

Naturally, there is more than one messenger of the Rat God who has sneaked into Black Corner City.

Except for temple thieves who are good at hiding and cracking traps.

There are also a large number of Rat God messengers, all of whom are elite warriors who are good at life and death combat.

Even compared to the Bloodhoof warriors, they are still slightly inferior.

However, the mobility of the Bloodhoof warriors was tightly held back by hundreds of rat rebels who feared no death, and their explosive power was exhausted.

The surprise attack by several Rat God messengers still has a chance to easily harvest the lives of the Bloodhoof warriors.

When seven or eight Bloodhoof warriors, while seemingly galloping around and killing everyone, were quietly devoured by the frenzy of rat people.

The remaining Bloodhoof warriors finally came to their senses and realized that there were extremely dangerous assassins lurking among the seemingly weak rat rebels.

They could only change their strategy, slow down the pace of their attack, and try to peel off and separate the rat rebels layer by layer like peeling an onion from the outside.

As a result, the speed of the advance will naturally be greatly slowed down.

Generally speaking, the two sides were temporarily in a stalemate in the north area of ​​the city.

Due to their limited strength and lack of desire to attack, the Bloodhoof warriors were unable to penetrate the frenzy of rat people from the middle and then divide and annihilate them.

But because of their constant harassment, the Rat Rebels were in a state of extreme chaos.

When faced with a desperate situation, many rat people were able to inspire their courage and launch a fearless charge against the bloodhoof warrior's butcher knife.

But the way to escape is right in front of them, and the desire to survive derived from their genetic instinct makes them scramble and push forward desperately.

Until everyone is overwhelmed, no matter how the Rat God messenger directs and dispatches, the order of the fleeing team cannot be restored.

Such a stalemate is naturally very detrimental to the escapees.

Because the main force of the Bloodhoof army is constantly advancing towards Black Horn City.

Every half a quarter, a Bloodhoof battle group arrives at the foot of Blackhorn City, allowing them to invest more troops into the city.

And the fires and riots in Noire City cannot continue indefinitely.

When the flames sweeping across the city are extinguished, most areas are cleared and controlled, the Bloodhoof team can effectively communicate with each other, and orders from outside the city can reach the elite warriors on the front line unimpeded.

That was the day when the rat rebels still stranded in Black Point City died.

"Continuing like this is not an option."

Meng Chao observed for a moment and concluded, "The retreat speed of the rat people is too slow. At this speed, in the end, at least one-third of the rat people will remain in Black Corner City, waiting to suffer

The wrath of the Bloodhoof warriors."

"no way."

Ice Storm said, "Their opponents are the vicious Bloodhoof warriors. Even if the opponent is afraid of the rat god's messengers mixed among them and does not dare to charge into the depths of the rat tide, the peripheral harassment alone is enough to make the rat rebels miserable.

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"In this case, let alone two-thirds of the escape, even half of it would be considered good!"

"So, we must find ways to reduce the pressure on the periphery of the rat rebels."

Meng Chao's mind was spinning and he asked Bing Feng, "How many extra ancient weapons, armor fragments and secret medicines do you still have on you?"

"There's not much, I just lost it all."

Ice Storm paused and couldn't help but said, "I never thought in my wildest dreams that the word 'extra' could be added in front of 'ancient weapons, armor fragments and secret medicine'!"

"Then extract some more from the storage space of the totem armor."

Meng Chao saw the distressed look on Bing Feng's face and could only say, "Don't worry, I can't bear to let the child trap the wolf. Besides, we don't know if these guys are alive enough to take away these ancient treasures from our hands!"

The two sneaked up to the right distance from the Bloodhoof warriors in front of them, not too far nor too close.

Later, several trophies were extracted from the totem armor.

These trophies, which have been enshrined in major temples for at least three to five hundred years, are all magical weapons filled with murderous intent and fierce flames.

Even if the power of the totem is temporarily sealed, it still trembles slightly and faintly emits the roar of tigers and dragons.

As if he couldn't wait to release the most violent power and drink the blood and life of the enemy.

When Meng Chao and Ice Storm input several spiritual energies into it to unlock the seal and activate the evil spirit, these magical weapons emitted beams of light that were invisible to the naked eye but could be clearly perceived by the totem warriors, just like the dark night.

The fireflies struck by lightning are so clear and even dazzling.

Unsurprisingly, the fierce flames of these magical weapons were immediately sensed by the Bloodhoof warriors who were very close at hand and were suppressing the rat rebels.

These bloodhoof warriors immediately became distraught.

"What a strong murderous intention!"

"Yes, it's the breath of a divine weapon!"

"Such a surging totem power can only be emitted by fragments of the 'Millennium Armor'!"

Looking at each other, every Bloodhoof warrior saw the light of greed and wavering emotions in each other's eyes.

These Bloodhoof warriors are not from the wealthy families in Black Horn City.

The powerful men of the rich and powerful families are hunting down the temple thieves, trying to recapture or rob the ancient treasure.

Only they, who came from vassal families and were third-rate warriors, received a vague order: "Suppress the riots of the rat people and restore order to Noire City."

But they are not fools.

He quickly figured out where the rich and powerful men who entered the city with him had gone in such a hurry and what they had obtained.

Compared with the wealthy and powerful people who have seized a large number of ancient treasures and not only made up for all the losses, but also made a small fortune.

Suppressing these crazy and fearless rat rebels in front of us is obviously a thankless job.

The rat rebels are like stones in the toilet, smelly and hard, and can knock out a few of their teeth if you're not careful.

Even if you kill 1,800 rat people in one go, the loot you can get is nothing more than blood-soaked datura fruits, crudely made bone clubs and stone hammers, and tree-based weapons that the Bloodhoof warriors don't even look at.

The so-called "armor" made of skin inlaid with bone fragments.

As for the most important military achievement of the Bloodhoof warriors - just suppressing the rat people, what kind of military achievement can be counted?

In the future, when you brag about your martial arts to others in pubs and casinos, you won't be able to use the example of suppressing the rat people to demonstrate your martial prowess, right?

Not to mention, these crazy rat people really seem to be possessed by evil spirits, which is quite troublesome.

More than a dozen Bloodhoof warriors have already disappeared into the seemingly chaotic, noisy, mob-like frenzy of the rat people.

Like all Turanian warriors, the Bloodhoof warriors are not afraid of death.

But it's one thing to die at the hands of a strong man from the Golden Clan or a magician from the Land of Holy Light.

It's another thing to die at the hands of despicable rat people.

The former is a glorious sacrifice.

The latter is a curse more terrible than death!

No one can bear the humiliation of having his soul fly up to the Holy Mountain with other victims after his death, only to be discovered by the ancestral spirits on the Holy Mountain that he died at the hands of the rat people and was kicked from the clouds into the abyss.

Since there is no benefit in actively attacking, it may bring eternal shame.

No matter how powerful his limbs are and how cruel his temper is, the Bloodhoof Warrior will quickly calm down and settle the score.

They no longer want to continue to tangle with the rat rebels.

And want to join the ranks of "hunting down the temple thieves and regaining the stolen treasures".

However, the two sides have come into contact, and the criminals who "fleeed without fighting in the face of mere rat people" are even more humiliated, and they are not something they without background can afford.

Therefore, we always "perform our duties diligently, work steadily, and advance slowly."

Until this moment, being so close, exuding the aura of an ancient treasure, was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"With the enemy in front of us, we naturally cannot leave the area north of the city, but the aura of ancient treasures is emanating from nearby. Going to check it out is definitely not a violation of military orders, right?"

"Of course not. Following the scent of the ancient treasure, it is very possible to find the temple thief - which is more important, the ordinary rat rioters or the temple thief, does it need to be said?"

"The ordinary rat rioters are all tightly blocked here, and it is absolutely impossible to break out for a while; but the number of temple thieves is rare and their whereabouts are mysterious. If we let them slip away from us, they will take away a large number of people.

None of us can afford the treasure in Black Corner City!"

The extremely good reason instantly inspired all the courage and fighting spirit of the Bloodhoof warriors.

They turned their spears around without hesitation and rushed towards the direction where the ancient treasure radiated the power of the totem.

Next, the farce that had happened dozens of times in Noire City was staged again.

When this team of Bloodhoof warriors pounced on the location where the ancient treasure stirred up the power of the totem, they happened to run into another team coming towards the door smelling murderous aura.

This is a wealthy team born and raised in Black Point City.

But there are only three people.

The two sides met in a narrow road, staring at each other, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while.

Perhaps, if they are given more time to evaluate each other's strengths, they can reach a friendly agreement, such as "two to one plus five".

However, just when each other was caught off guard, and their nerves were stretched to the limit, and even a little tense, the walls on both sides of the street where they were standing, which had been blasted by the explosion and burned by the flames, suddenly collapsed.

For a moment, gravel flew and dust obscured everyone's sight.

In the chaos, there was the scream of flying blades.

Someone screamed, and flowers of blood bloomed in the dust.

"They took action!"

I don’t know who it was that shouted these words that seemed like a curse.
Chapter completed!