Chapter 1049: Fear of the Wildhammer

Chapter 1049: The Fear of the Wildhammer
It's a pity that all of Wildhammer's house mouse soldiers were carefully prepared by Meng Chao's powerful potions. They were so vomiting and diarrhea that their whole body was limp, and they couldn't even move half of their little finger.
How could it be possible to stop Meng Chao?
It's too late, it's fast, before the wildhammer waved his proboscis again, Meng Chao had already stepped on the heads of the soldiers of the house mouse and rushed to the window sill.
He turned around, grinned at the Wildhammer, and disappeared out of the window.
The ridiculous smile completely destroyed Wildhammer's sanity.
The furious bloodhoof warrior yelled violently, strode like flying, and knocked out from the gate, and by the way, it smashed into half of the gate.
The gigantic figure, like a giant elephant, aroused the speed of a cheetah. He took two steps in three steps and walked around to the window where Meng Chao leaped out.
I saw a dark shadow on the roof not far away, and Meng Chao was desperately fleeing outside the Blood Skull Arena.
"catch him!"
Wildhammer yelled.
But at this moment, the blood skull arena is in chaos.
The serial biogas explosion destroyed a corner of the arena and blasted half of the arena.
The flames burst out from the cracks between the ruined walls, flowing and spreading everywhere like magma.
The billowing black smoke released the tentacles with teeth and claws, disturbing the sight of the clan warriors who stayed in the arena.
The sound of collapsing buildings and the crackling sound of flames also made the roar of Wildhammer appear so distorted and insignificant.
What's more frightening is that countless rat people are all about to move.
If it is said that the Shumin servant soldier still has a bright future in theory, it is possible to become the master's personal soldier, attendant, and even receive the master's blood, and become the new "master".
Then, for the handicapped Ratmen with mutilated limbs and weakened age, they have almost no choice, or that they have nothing to lose after being squeezed by the clan warriors for so many years.
According to the original expedition plan.
After the clan warriors complete their exercises, they will be incorporated into the bloodhoof army and serve as the lowest level of slave soldiers.
He usually serves the servants and samurai, doing the hardest, most tiring and dirty work.
During the war, I was forced by bright swords and spiked whips, rushing to the forefront of the battlefield, rushing to the trenches and pits filled with sharp stakes, and the dense array of long spears on the opposite side, or thousands of them. Roaring, like an arrow like a torrential rain.
As Ye Zi said, it is also death, why not die on your own journey?
Therefore, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, even if there is no hope, as long as they are given a chance, the rat folks are willing to take risks and fight to the death.
The messenger of the Great Horned Rat saw this.
Long ago, someone had been secretly contacted with the rat people's handyman in the major arenas.
Cultivated a group of fanatics who are full of firm belief in the big horned rat god.
Even if a few days ago, Kassavar Bloodhoof deliberately spread the remarks that "The Great Horned Rat God does not exist, and the so-called messengers are only spies of the Golden Clan", when many rat militiamen who did not know the truth waved their beliefs and were anxious.
These backbone members are still full of confidence in the "miracles" of the Big Horn Rat God.
Today, the miracle really happened.
In the major arenas in Pointe Noire, even if they do not have strong combat power, they have rich combat experience. They have seen clan warriors wearing totem armors on the side of the arena countless times, releasing full of oppressiveness and explosive power. The aura of the rat people, who are extremely capable of endurance, are all ecstatic.
They jumped up recklessly, broke the dungeon where the "Wild Rats" were held in accordance with the plan agreed with the messenger, greeted the vacillating rat militiamen, and led a large number of rat militias to weapons and supplies in the arena.
After that, he rushed out of the arena, went to the designated place to meet, and prepared to escape from Pointe Noire.
Those "wild mice" who were forcibly captured by the draft team and kept in the black jail for three to five days or even ten and a half months, still harboring unforgettable hatred, not to mention the "Wild Rats" who have not been domesticated, not to mention, they are naturally the big horned rat god. The most ardent admirer.
As long as they were given a sharp-edged bone blade or spear, they would dare to attack the clan warriors who had destroyed their homes and slaughtered their relatives and attacked them all.
Suddenly, there was a harsh bone whistle from all sides of the blood skull arena.
A large number of rat people, all under the guidance of the bone whistle, assembled into a frenzy that was stronger than the shock wave.
They broke dungeon after dungeon, rushed into the weapon arsenal that was affected by the explosion and cracked in the door, and armed themselves.
He screamed hysterically again, rushed to the warehouse where the mandala fruit was stored, and took back the food that was originally snatched from their home.
There were also clan warriors who noticed the rat people's commotion.
The most severe suppression was immediately carried out.
But there are too few clan warriors stationed in the Blood Skull Arena.
In addition to the Wildhammer, those clan warriors with a certain fighting capacity have long been taken out of the city by Kasava, trying to get ahead in the actual combat exercises.
Most of the people who stayed in the arena were disabled warriors with missing arms and legs, or gray-haired elderly warriors who had not been on the arena for a long time.
These samurai have just been shaken by a series of explosions.
Some people were smashed and burnt by the raging flying rocks.
Looking at the unrecognizable city of Pointe-Noire, they were deeply shocked, and they didn't even understand what was going on.
Naturally, it is impossible to respond quickly and effectively.
Even if the momentum is violently pounced on the rioting rat people.
However, the rat people did not communicate directly with the samurai, they often screamed a few times, and then disappeared.
The samurai can kill a few rat people with their swords.
However, it is impossible to find out and get rid of all the rioting rats in the continuously burning and collapsing arena.
To calm the chaos in the Blood Skull Arena, they can only rely on a large number of rat militiamen.
The question is here. No one can tell which rat people believe in the big horn rat and participated in the riot.
After witnessing such a "miracle", which rat militiamen remained unmoved and devoted themselves to the bloodhoof clan.
—Perhaps, even the Rat militiamen themselves can’t tell the difference.
As a result, such things inevitably happen.
A group of house rat servants were originally loyal to their master, but after the explosion, they rushed out in full force, wanting to maintain order.
However, he was killed by a diagonal assassin, was blown up to dust, and the frenzied clan warrior became a "traitor" and hacked and killed indiscriminately.
Most of the "house mice" were beheaded, and a small number of "house mice" who escaped from their lives did not dare to show up in front of the red-eyed samurai master.
When they encountered a group of rat militiamen who were organized by the backbone and tried to rush out, they were often confused and engulfed in them.
The situation is so chaotic, naturally no one can hear the ferocious roar of Wildhammer.
Even if you "hear", no one can "hear".
Because between the fire and the smoke, no one noticed Meng Chao's figure except Wildhammer.
Fortunately, when Meng Chao seemed to be escaping from the training camp, all his energy was consumed.
At this moment, he limped on the eaves and did not escape Wildhammer's sight.
"Hmph, vomiting and diarrhea all night, see if you still have some strength to escape from my palm!"
The wildhammer's two raised fangs shook, "When I catch you, I have to step on my feet and explode your dirty bones inch by inch!"
He is too heavy to jump on the crumbling roof.
But all around are broken rocks, gently rolled with a proboscis that stretches freely, and with a flick, the power is comparable to a stone bomb thrown by a large trebuchet.
boom!
Boom!
The rubble continued to fall behind Meng Chao, smashing the place where he had just fallen to pieces and crashing.
With a strange cry, Meng Chao jumped up and down between the ruined walls, feeling extremely embarrassed.
This pair of small differences can hit the bull's-eye posture, which attracts Wildhammer to chase after him.
He didn't even care when he gradually got into the deepest ruins where the gunpowder smoke was the strongest, his fingers could not be seen, and there were no other clan warriors around him.
boom!
boom!
When the mouse with black hair and black eyes was getting slower and slower and fled into the dead end of the ruins in a panic.
Wildhammer finally seized the opportunity and rolled up two gravel at the same time, and shot him fiercely at his vest and feet.
Meng Chao was finally hit by the gravel.
With a scream, he spouted an extremely exaggerated blood.
The crumbling ruins under his feet also collapsed further, and the whole person sank and was swallowed by the gushing smoke.
The Wildhammer gave a grinning laugh, strode forward, got into the smoke and dust, trying to drag Meng Chao's remains, back to the training camp, and imposing the most cruel punishment to deter the untouchables.
But he didn't expect that at the moment when he got into the smoke and his eyes were covered, there was a chill in front of his throat.
Wildhammer's pupils shrank suddenly.
The stretchable proboscis froze into a popsicle.
Even gave birth to the illusion that his head has moved.
He broke out a sharp cry.
Legs as thick and thin as pillars stomped the ruins fiercely, exploding the ruined walls under their feet, and sank half an arm's height abruptly.
He heard a "swish", and a biting chill came from the top of his head.
Immediately afterwards, there was a damp liquid blurring his eyes, and flowing to the corner of his mouth, it was the taste of Hamjinjin.
That is his blood.
A sharp blade as thin as a cicada's wing quietly brushed his head, pressed against his skull, and shaved off a large piece of his scalp.
And if he hadn't reacted in time, this knife would cut his throat.
Until this moment, the heart-wrenching pain came from the top of the head.
It was like a cone of ice, which was inserted fiercely between the gaps in his skull, and straight into his tail vertebra all the way.
Facing the invisible smoke and dust, the darkness deep in the smoke and dust, and the attackers in the darkness.
One of the four trump cards of the Blood Skull Arena, once defeated countless powerful enemies on the arena, and shred countless totem beasts, the holder of the totem armor "Millions of Steam Hammer", the deepest part of his brain, unstoppable Fear welled up.