Chapter 1081: The future is changing

These were still in the workshops, farms and arenas in Pointe Noire yesterday. Under the threat of the noble clan lords entwined with thorns, they continued to squeeze all their blood and sweat, but today they fought back with anger. The most important thing the Rebel fighters lack is the courage to regard death as home.
And what they lack most is a backbone, a brain that is calm and wise enough to tell them what they should do now and how to do it.
Therefore, when someone yelled "Go north, go north", everyone had no doubts and turned their eyes to the north.
They immediately discovered that the northern part of Pointe-Noire is indeed different from other areas.
The fire there is smaller, the smoke is lighter, and there is no deafening, one after another explosions and collapses.
The chaos in the north seems to have subsided, and it is most likely that the Rat People's Rebels completely controlled the area.
Immediately, everyone yelled in unison: "Go north! Go north!"
The line in the back, turned the gun head, slowly wriggling towards the north.
At the top of the line, the rebel fighters who had just been fighting for 300 rounds of battles with the Wild Elephant Warriors were dizzy and hesitated at first.
After all, they paid an extremely tragic price before they captured the arsenal and granary of the Broken Rock Family.
Seeing that the piles of mandala fruits and the shimmering swords and battle armors are all close at hand, it is inevitable to be unwilling to retreat now.
But they had just fought side by side with them, cheering them all the way, and even the "Big Horn Rat Angels" who took the lead, disappeared without a trace at any time.
They stared at each other, at a loss.
As more and more Rebel fighters retreated to the north, they had no choice but to follow the crowd and follow the large forces, and they got out of contact with the savage elephant warriors who looked forward to it.
The elephant warrior guarding the Broken Rock family also breathed a sigh of relief.
As the saying goes, "the ants kill the elephants to death", although they pride themselves, they all have the strength and courage to count on one hundred.
But there are too many rat people, and their aura is too crazy. It is like a wave after another, flaming waves hitting their blades, hitting their arms sour and feeling hairy.
In addition, the family temple was invaded, and they did not want to entangle the ordinary rat people much, and watched the rebel fighters evacuate without much hindrance.
In this way, the thousands of soldiers of the Army who were most likely to be buried here, within ten minutes, withdrew from the range of the Broken Rock Family and disappeared behind the flames and smoke to the north.
As a result, it was the hooded cloaks who "secretly invaded" the Shattered Rock Family Temple.
Although they have all received extremely harsh professional training.
After all, what they are doing is illicit trading.
After being spotted and surrounded by the furious elephant samurai, his morale was greatly reduced.
Suddenly suffered a big loss in the battle that hurt both sides.
If you want to escape, there are already many hooded cloaks carrying professional tools to go deep into the temple, getting stuck in the mechanism, and unable to move.
Coupled with the tens of thousands of bloodhoof troops, they will forcefully return to defense every minute and appear in front of them.
The embarrassed hooded cloaks really wanted to die.
"That stone! Where did the burning stone come from!"
"Why, it will be impartial, it just falls on top of our heads!"
"What about the big army? Why did the big army attacking the Broken Rock family suddenly retreat? Shouldn't they cover us at all costs?"
Before being smashed by the warhammer of the elephant warrior and stabbing the spine with the proboscis, the hooded cloaks screamed in desperation.
Meng Chao dormant in the dark.
It's like a shadow, blended into a hundred shadows.
Hearing the screams of the hooded cloaks, seeing that they could only tear the camouflage after they were sure that they could not get out, activate the totem armor, and fight battles with the elephant warriors, and in turn used their lives to cover the retreat of the rebel fighters.
Meng Chao brushed his sleeves before sneaking back to the ice storm.
I overlooked the overall ice storm from the water tower, stared at Meng Chao for half a minute, and then said: "Have you always been like this?"
Meng Chao said: "How is it?"
"That is, you don't have to do it yourself, as long as you fan the flames and provoke discord just right, you can guide everyone, like your chess piece, to act according to your will?" Bing Storm said.
Meng Chao shrugged and said non-committal: "Many times, fighting and harvesting monsters... The material on totem beasts is the same thing. You don't need too much effort to hack and smash them. You only need to find the flaws, even with the power of a breath. , It can also separate the most delicate organs."
Ice Storm understood what he meant, and couldn't help but smile: "These hooded cloaks are really bad for you."
"If they are really fanatics of the Great Horned Rat God, and they believe that their sacred duty is to save all the rat people and establish the sixth clan, then it is incumbent to sacrifice themselves so that more than a hundred Rebel fighters can escape from Pointe Noire. duty of."
Meng Chaodao said, "If they were unpredictable from the beginning, and just wanted to use the tens of thousands of rat people to achieve their own ulterior goals, then I would just use the way of a human being and give it to others. .
"In any case, I can't be regarded as harming them. At most, they are harming others and themselves."
There is no perfect corresponding proverb in the Turan language family, and Meng Chao stumbles upon it.
It is precisely because of this that the incomparably deep cultural heritage that originated from the earth was revealed, and Ice Storm faintly perceives a civilization that is very different from the Turan civilization and the Holy Light civilization, but is equally powerful and long-lasting.
Ice Storm took a deep look at Meng Chao and said, "How do you know that there must be a way out to the north?"
"Because the north has gathered a large number of highly organized volunteers composed of miners and foundry workers."
Meng Chao explained, "No matter who is behind the plotting of the'Large Horned Rat God,' as long as he wants to cause a larger-scale disorder, he will definitely need these best cannon fodder.
"As long as the rat people in the city can head north, these highly organized rebels armed to the teeth will not die.
"When both parties are mixed together, it is impossible to rescue a certain part alone, but leave all the others here waiting to die.
"In the end, the black hand behind the scenes can only bite the bullet and help the Rat People's Volunteers more than expected to escape from Pointe Noire.
"Otherwise, the temple hasn't been scoured, and the cannon fodder hasn't been recruited. He took pains to put in astronomical resources, and this earth-shattering operation would really be a waste of water!"
"A bigger mess?"
The Ice Storm exclaimed, looked around, and felt an extremely unreal sense of absurdity, "Do you think there is a larger-scale chaos that almost blows up half of the city of Pointe-Noire?"
Meng Chao grinned.
He knew no one would believe it.
For thousands of years, everyone in Turanze, no matter the superior clan warriors, or the low-minded rat people themselves, did not realize the power hidden in the humble blood of the rat people.
Only Meng Chao knew very well that in the previous life, this force once converged into a "rat people chaos", swept across the entire Turanze, and destroyed the golden clan, the Lion and the tiger, the two powerful forces against the Turan civilization for millennia. rule!
Compared with the collapse of the rule of the Ligers and Tigers, a mere Black Point City is nothing.
"Well, although the problem on the Broken Rock family has been solved, there are still many places where the rat people are still enthusiastic and obsessed. We must guide them to calm down as soon as possible, get out of the fight, and escape from Pointe Noire!"
Meng Chao squinted his eyes, looking far away, in the direction of the Bloodhoof Temple outside the city.
Seeing the horizon, I don't know when there was a very thin, very thin plume of smoke that could be blown off by a breeze.
But every time he blinked, the plume of smoke thickened and became thicker.
That is the army of the bloodhoof clan, the smoke and dust rolled up by the iron hoof, and the anger of vengeance are intertwined, and the flames of war rise up.
"Time is running out."
Meng Chao said to Ice Storm, "You should have observed it carefully just now. Where is the next target that the hooded cloaks are most likely to choose?"
"There."
Ice Storm pointed to the southwest, about seven or eight hundred steps away, a blazing block, "There is the mansion of the Bronze Hammer family. The strength of the Bronze Hammer family among the wild boars is second only to the Ironhide family, and it also owns one. It has a long history and is said to be a temple dedicated to countless secret medicines and artifacts.
"There is a fierce battle in that area, and there are many red-eyed rat people's rebels. If you don't want to calm them down, when the bloodhoof army returns to Pointe Noire, they will definitely be trampled on!"
"Row."
Meng Chao's eyes flashed, "Let us go over and see what kind of ‘surprise’ we can encounter in the temple of the Copper Hammer family!"
It turns out that Meng Chao didn't guess wrong.
The black hand behind the scenes invested immeasurable resources in this subversion of Pointe-Noire.
There are a total of more than ten or more elite teams composed of hooded cloaks, taking advantage of the surging rat people frenzy to firmly attract most of the remaining clan warriors and temple guards, in the flames and smoke Under cover, he climbed over the collapsed ruins and secretly sneaked into the city of Pointe Noire, in the temple that had existed long before the military aristocrats who had passed on for thousands of years had not made their mark.
If everything goes well, the ancient weapons enshrined in the temple, totem armor, and ancient formulas, the unique secret medicine, will be looted by them.
Then, these things will fall into the hands of careerists.
It will not help the thousands of rat people in their struggle for freedom and dignity.
The rebel fighters who were looking at death at home, using the hottest blood and the hardest bones to attack the sharpest swords of the clan warriors, still did not realize that they were just the "price" in "whatever it takes."
This is what happened in Meng Chao's previous life, that blood-stained future.
And now, this future is being changed by Meng Chao and everyone!