Chapter 1120: Victory of the rabble

Although these arrows are in the hands of the Mouse People's Archer, it is impossible to exert the strongest lethality like in the hands of the original owner.
However, their absolute advantage in number still made them an effective suppression of the few defenders in the small town.
Seeing the black rat people frenzy, it has swallowed three trenches in a row, and is about to approach the tower.
The gate that looked like a big mouth of blood finally opened, and a team of tiger warriors wearing totem armor jumped out.
Perhaps the figure of a tiger warrior is not quite as big and without friends as a warrior.
The murderous aura rising into the sky condensed into ever-changing totems above and behind their heads, just like countless tigers surrounding them, but they released a more dangerous sense of oppression than the wild elephant warriors.
The tiger warrior rushed into the rat people's frenzy, like a burning sword, smashed into the frozen cheese.
With every claw swing, every tear, every roar, there are several rat people who will be torn apart by the tiger warrior, and there will be no place to bury them.
No matter how fierce, crazy, and tyrannical the rat people are, they are not the enemy of the tiger warrior.
However, there are too many rat people.
It's like an arrow with the power of a totem, unable to frighten the rat people.
The violent tiger warrior's hand-to-hand combat did not make the rat people escape.
Instead, it stimulated their nerves, causing the killing fire deep in their brains to add fuel to the fire and burn wildly.
"glory!"
"glory!"
"glory!"
The rat people scrambled to shout the battle roar that only the clan warriors were qualified to shout, and rushed to the fangs and claws of the tiger warriors as if they were dead.
Even if the body is torn apart, even the internal organs are gushing out from the huge wound, they have to use their limbs to cling to the tiger warrior, delaying the opponent's attack, and letting the ancestor spirit hanging above their heads see Their unparalleled courage and pride.
And not far from the line of fire that flew through the flesh and blood, the rat priests on the arrow tower held out the secret medicine that glowed with weird light and steamed.
"This is the magic medicine that the Rat God gave us. It contains the power that the Rat God has accumulated in his sleep for thousands of years. Only a warrior who is extremely pious and overcomes all fears can bear it!"
The rat priests shouted hoarsely, "Who can bear this power to seize the rat and seize the true glory?"
"I can!"
"I can take the glory!"
"I, I am a warrior who is extremely pious to the Rat God!"
"Let me come, give me the magic medicine, give me!"
Under the arrow tower, countless rat people stretched out their hands, like hungry zombies, longing for the freshest brain, longing for the priest to give them magical medicine.
Although they all know that after taking magical medicine, more or less various side effects will occur.
Randomly exhausted, for several days lying in bed unable to move.
On the other hand, he died violently on the spot, his blood evaporated and even burned.
However, after taking the magical medicine, the kind of reincarnation, rebirth from the fire, and instantaneous combat power soaring tenfold, enough to compete with the clan warriors, still attracted them like a bottomless whirlpool.
What's more, according to the priests, dying from exhaustion on the battlefield after taking magical medicine is the most sacred and glorious way to die.
When the flesh and blood is burning, their brave and fearless souls can soar to the top of the sacred mountain, in the arms of the big horned rat god!
All the rat people regard the magic medicine as a shortcut to the holy mountain.
It is a pity that after the end of the road to escape, after the Big Horn Legion gradually took the initiative, not all the rat people could get the magic medicine.
In each battle, among tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of rat people, only one or two fighters can obtain magical medicine.
As a result, in order to fight for the magic drug, one's own NPC often happens.
The same is true today.
When the priests threw the magic medicine from the arrow tower, the rat people immediately scrambled to it.
Their bloodthirsty red eyes only had magical medicine, and there was no existence of each other at all. Before they knew it, they were beaten with blood and flesh.
Finally, a small group of lucky people snatched the magic medicine, held them in both hands, and couldn't wait to swallow them.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
The crowd screamed frantically.
There was a "cracking" bone cracking sound in the lucky ones.
The skin tears at a speed visible to the naked eye, and inside the wound, the deformed and swollen flesh bulges high, and when it comes in contact with the air, it becomes hard as iron, like a block of deep red granite.
This batch of magical medicine seems to be several times more powerful than the magical medicine distributed to the fugitives by the Great Horn officer when he fled the bloodhoof clan territory.
The lucky ones who took the magical medicine have also become monsters several times more ferocious and evil than they used to be.
These fleshy-skinned monsters screamed and waved arms that were thicker than thighs and exuding metallic luster. They swept all the rats in front of them, making two steps in three steps, and jumped in front of the tiger warrior.
Next, there is a duel between monsters and monsters.
The tiger warrior wearing the totem armor is naturally not the rat people who have taken a few magical medicines to contend.
However, in the face of these extremely powerful vitality, even if he takes out his heart, he may not die for a while, even if he tears his belly, he might be able to pull out his intestines and strangle the enemy's neck.
Rao is a fierce and fierce tiger warrior, all a little frightened, cold sweat seeps under the totem armor.
Many rat people who have taken the magical medicine feel that they have overdrawn their lives and their internal organs have turned into magma. When they are about to spontaneously ignite or even explode, they will often roar and rush forward desperately, clinging to the tiger. warrior.
Then, together with the enemy, it turned into a shining fireball.
Not to mention the number of these "lunatics", far more than ten times that of the tiger warriors.
And these warriors who were stationed in the isolated border city, were not qualified to go to Chijin City and were enlisted into the Golden Army, were all old, weak, sick and disabled with their own flaws.
Facing the impact of the rat people's frenzy and fearless death, they finally defeated after resisting desperately for a whole moment.
When the last fierce tiger warrior came out of the city to meet the enemy, they were all buried by the high mountains made up of the corpses of the rat people.
The tiger paw battle flag flying high above the tower finally landed slowly.
Seven or eight slanted plumes of smoke ignited in the city.
The city gate on the side facing the rat people frenzy opened, and the old and weak women and children of the nobles in the city, carrying the battle flag and the treasures of the temple, fled in a hurry.
The rat people sang and screamed, jumping over the city wall in an instant, devouring the entire town.
Suddenly, the flagpoles that originally hung the tiger's claw battle flag on the tower, and the seven or eight commanding heights in the city, were all covered with the battle flag of the Big Horn Legion.
"Long live the Rat God!"
"The Big Horn Legion is invincible!"
"All glory belongs to the supreme bighorn rat god!"
The rat people who had won the victory became even more fanatical.
Even if the chest was pierced with transparent holes in the front and back, the seriously wounded who had to cough up a large mouthful of blood every time they coughed, all screamed hysterically.
Above the battle flag, the mouse looked like a skull with deformed big horns. Under the blowing of the gunpowder, it evoked a faint sneer, silently listening to the roaring one after another.
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This small town, once named "Tiger Claw" by the Golden Clan, is now covered with the footprints of the rat people and has become a sea of ​​celebration.
Countless rat people waved their battle flags vigorously on the tower, sounded the drums, and ushered in the new life of the small town with the loudest noise.
There are also many rat people, in the center of the small city, in the square in front of the temple, following the priests dancing and dancing to thank the bighorn rat for his blessings.
There are also some rat people, holding hammers, great axes, shovel and mop dipped in paint, trying to erase the marks left by the tigers on both sides of the streets and alleys, and then use the battle emblem of the big horned rat for this The city that has just been conquered is branded with rich colors.
There are even a large number of rat people, in groups of three or five, spitting wildly, boasting of their great achievements in the fierce battle.
According to them, each of these rat people killed a tiger warrior.
If their bragging hasn't been compromised in the slightest, the one who had been stationed in this city earlier was a full-fledged tiger warrior, with tens of thousands of tiger warriors.
Of course, everyone is happy and smiling, and the details are not important.
The important thing is that they once again, under the protection of the Great Horned Rat God and the leadership of the Great Horned Legion, achieved an incredible victory that they could not even imagine a month ago.
Only a few steps away from true freedom and dignity.
In a jubilant atmosphere, Meng Chao and Bing Storm were bloodstained and muddy, lying on the edge of the wounded camp, scanning everything coldly, quite out of sync with the surrounding atmosphere.
Supernatural Meng was not injured.
He just didn't want to join these poor people who were on the verge of death to celebrate the victory that was about to vanish.
-From the depths of the Great Rift Valley at the junction of the Bloodhoof Clan and the Golden Clan, after another two days and one night of rest, their team has passed through the winding underground tunnel and appeared in the territory of the Golden Clan.
And, like a trickle flowing into a surging frenzy, together with dozens of other hundred teams, they merged into a seemingly boundless large force and proactively attacked the city of the Golden Clan.
At the beginning, Meng Chao thought he had finally met what the officers and priests kept saying, "the main force of the Big Horn Legion."
He soon discovered that this so-called large force was nothing more than the fugitives who had escaped from the territory of the Bleedinghoof clan two days earlier than them, and the rat people who had escaped from the territories of the Thunder, Shenmu, and Darkmoon tribes. It's just a large mob.
In addition to the expansion of the scale by several tens of times, everything from weapons to organization, from organization to command, and from command to logistics is extremely poor.
The only thing that is sufficient is that it will arrive as expected in every dream, "the blessing of the big horned rat god".
But it is such a group of mobs with almost nothing.
But on the edge of the territory of Turanze's most powerful Golden Clan, there was an earth-shattering storm.