Chapter 1119: Frenzy

"Just relying on the mobs of the Great Horned Legion, have caused heavy damage to the wolves, tigers and leopards of the Golden Clan who have experienced many battles?"
Ice Storm looked suspicious, "Is it possible?"
"Of course it's impossible, but even if the Big Horn Legion can't severely damage the Golden Clan, it can at least disrupt the rhythm of these wolves, tigers and leopards, and delay them for a long time."
Meng Chaodao said, "Because the rat folk frenzy is flooding the entire Turanze, both the Bloodhoof clan, the Dark Moon, Thunder and Shenmu tribes are all facing great troubles.
"It's not that their most elite group has suffered so much.
"It's the heavy-duty, logistics, and cannon fodder units that provide services to the heavy-arms group. A major problem has occurred.
"Some strategic materials, including the mandala fruit and sword and armor, have also fallen into the hands of the out-of-control rat people.
"To restore order in their respective territories, they need time.
"Otherwise, even if a large number of rat people who have risen from the pole are trapped in their own territory, they will use the most cruel means to suppress them, killing people and blood, but the Golden Clan will take advantage of this time to easily gather an army and aspire to victory. If the Turan civilization’s throne of supreme power, what good is it for the chiefs of all races such as Bloodhoof?
"Let it go and even take the initiative to drive out the rat people, and introduce all these'disasters' into the territory of the Golden Clan, and let the bloodthirsty and brutal wolves and tigers teach the bold rats. Isn't it a two-shot, easy and happy choice?"
Ice Storm thought for a long time, and had to admit that Meng Chao was right.
If she were the chiefs of the four great clans like Bloodhoof, I am afraid she would make the same choice as them.
"As far as the Big Horn Legion is concerned, marching into the territory of the Golden Clan does not have to consider the issue of being attacked back and forth."
Meng Chao smiled slightly, "In front of these bullied and angry rat people, the situation has been infinitely simplified. As long as we go forward courageously and defeat the heavy-armed group of the Golden Clan."
"..."
Bing Feng said, "Speaking of which, this is still an impossible task!"
"Yes, no matter how wonderful the future picture scrolls presented to the rat people are, they are only deceived by lies, jumping from one board to another board, no matter how much blood flows, they are chess pieces. His fate has never changed."
Meng Chao squinted his eyes and muttered to himself, "If without the intervention of external forces, the rat people want to completely smash the lies and seize freedom and dignity, it is indeed... an impossible task!"
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boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
In front of the raging and boundless battlefield, like countless ants, lined up hundreds of battle drums snatched from the arenas of various cities and towns.
When hundreds of war drums were greasy and shiny at the same time, the extremely muscular brawny beat fiercely, making a breathtaking drumbeat. Behind the war drums, the crowded and crowded mobs seemed to have something forbidden. momentum.
Everyone followed the drums, and uttered meaningless but full of anger and even animalistic howls.
Tens of thousands of gazes were like guns soaked in grease and ignited, drawing tens of thousands of burning arcs and shooting towards the small town standing alone in the wilderness not far away.
The towers of the small town were constructed into the appearance of a tiger's head with a mouth wide open.
Above the tiger's head, a black battle flag was also inserted.
In the center of the battle flag is a scarlet tiger claw, posing a posture of tearing everything apart.
At this moment, the imposing tiger paw battle flag shivered amid the roar of tens of thousands of rat people, as if it would break the flagpole at any time and fall down.
In the battle of the rat people, more than a dozen rat skeleton battle flags have also been raised.
These battle flags were all inserted dozens of arms high, and there were dozens of reels underneath them, surrounded by cowhide and bone armor, on the arrow tower that could slowly advance along with the battle formation.
Coupled with the height of the flagpole, it is thirty or fifty arms, far exceeding the tiger claw battle flag on the small town.
The area of ​​each battle flag is several times the size of the tiger claw battle flag, so that the soldiers on the edge of the battlefield and the defenders in the small town can see clearly.
Moreover, the paint used to paint the battle flag seems to be mixed with a large amount of spar powder and special materials derived from totem beasts, which are rich in psychic energy.
Make the skull of the rat drawn out to be vivid and lifelike.
No matter where the wind blows the battle flag, the inscrutable eyes of the Rat God seem to be staring at the soldier below.
Under the rat battle banner, in addition to the archers, there are priests in the arrow tower.
The priests of the rat god, wearing big-horned white-bone skull masks and red and green, danced like crazy, as if in a wonderful rhythm, matching the rhythm of the war drum.
As the drums became denser, their dance became more and more crazy.
The weird thing is that the two rat priests on different arrow towers are hundreds of arms apart, obviously unable to communicate with each other, and they can't even see each other's appearance, but their movements are exactly the same, they are completely synchronized, and they are almost like a person. The different clones are the same.
"Warriors of the Rat God, you did it!"
When the priests danced to the extreme, they twisted their joints and made movements that normal humans would never be able to make, turning themselves into bizarre statues.
They seem to have broken through certain restrictions and become a medium of communication between heaven and earth and gods.
From their chests, there was a solemn, ethereal, distant voice.
"You have broken free from the shackles that have restrained yourself for thousands of years. You have broken through the defense line set by the seemingly powerful enemy, which is stronger than the copper wall and iron wall. You finally gathered together and gathered into an invincible frenzy that swept everything!
"In the past seven days, this frenzy has rushed into the territory of the Golden Clan, swept through dozens of towns that you did not have the right to face. All those guys who used to ride on your necks as a domineering blessing, all Become a meat sauce!
"Facts have proved that you are worthy of the title of'Turan Warriors.' The blood flowing in your body is hotter, purer, and more glorious than the so-called master warrior!
"Now, burn your blood again, wield your saber, and rush towards a brand new goal! Let the fellow who insulted you, enslaved you, and despised you, taste the taste of anger and hatred!"
Because the priest and the battle flag are located on the high arrow tower.
To the rat people under the arrow tower, the sound seemed to come from the rat god's skull, who was always staring at him from the battle flag.
For the past ten days and a half, the big horned rat appeared in their dreams every night.
It has long been deeply engraved on their cerebral cortex, turning it into an indelible spiritual brand.
As soon as they heard the name of the "big horned rat god", they couldn't help but breathe quickly, muscles were tight, adrenaline secreted frantically, and their eyes were red as fire, it was like the blood all over the body was burning.
Although it is a mob of improvisations.
But there are also many people in the battlefield who have participated in more than a dozen battles, both large and small.
I even tasted the taste of stepping on the shattered corpses of a clan warrior with his iron hoof.
The smell made them tremble.
It is like an electric current entangles every nerve ending in an instant.
It made their roar louder for several levels in an instant.
At this moment, the drum of war came to an abrupt end.
Replaced by a long horn.
With the sound of the horn, all the Ratmen fighters suddenly speeded up, like a surging wave, rushing towards the nearby town.
Above the small city with the tiger's paw battle flag, a layer of magnificent brilliance shone out, like a crystal clear shield, falling from the sky, blocking the small city from the attackers.
When the rat people frenzy hit the "shield", all the rat people rushing in the front felt the invisible pressure, just like walking in an invisible swamp, their movements suddenly became muddy and sloppy. Have been delayed several times.
And on the tiger-head-like tower, light golden rays of light rose into the sky, blooming like fireworks, turning into giant tigers with majestic power, and roaring thunderously at the rat people below.
Some of the rat people were squeezed by the "shield" first, and then shocked by the roar of the tiger. The lung lobes burst, the heart stopped beating, and the seven orifices bleed.
However, even more blessed by the big horned rat god, the bold and devilish rat people still rushed forward one after another, constantly hitting the crystal clear psychic shield.
Suddenly, accompanied by a sharp cracking sound, the huge shield tore apart and disappeared without a trace.
The rat people frenzy seemed to be slightly blocked by a small reef, and soon resumed the momentum of destruction and continued to charge.
There are three trenches outside the town.
When the rat people frenzy reached the trench, a rain of arrows shot out from the city.
Although the shooting skills of the tiger warrior are not as superb as the centaur warrior.
However, the enemy formations dense enough to shoulder to shoulder still made every arrow they shoot, lingering arcs and flames, without the possibility of failing.
Even every arrow coming from howling can pierce through three to four rat people fiercely, and then burst open fiercely, tearing the surrounding seven or eight rat people to pieces.
The hundreds of rat people rushing to the front, before they even had time to hum, they all flew around and turned into burning corpses.
The terrible picture did not show the slightest sign of depression in the morale of the rat people in the rear.
On the contrary, they aroused their bloodthirsty and violent intentions, making them scramble to cross the trenches, withstand the blood and blood, and continue to approach the small town.
At this time, the arrow tower waving a dozen rat battle flags also slowly ran over the trench filled with rat people's corpses and reached the edge of the small city.
Above the arrow tower, a rain of arrows was also sprayed, condescending and sweeping the town.
At this moment, the Big Horn Legion can be described as a shotgun change.
The riots launched in the realms of the four major clans including Bloodhoof not only brought them a large number of troops that were not afraid of death, but also helped them obtain a large number of powerful weapons.
For example, an arrow blessed by priests, inlaid with spar, engraved with runes, smeared with secret medicine.