Chapter 967: They are just flies!

Chapter 967 They are just flies!
The huge blood skull arena, instantly became silent.
If the ice storm knocked down the stinger, it was just a thunderstorm, although it was a bit shocking, it was not uncommon.
The seemingly slender young rat boy, with an extremely violent posture, used his battle axe to fly the house rat servant captain who was several times larger than himself, like a tenth magnitude earthquake that was rare in a century.
And the earthquake is not over yet.
Under the tens of thousands of dull gazes, Ye Ye's roar sounded the horn of counterattack.
The "wild mice" who were just "paniced and scurrying with their heads" all took out the skills Meng Chao had taught them in the past few days, and engulfed the "Hundred War Swordsmanship" with anger, like a hungry tiger attacking a sheep, looking at the dumb "House Mouse" We smashed it all over.
The house mouse servants of the Stinger team finally paid the price for their arrogance.
In the continuous charge just now, their hamstrings and joints have endured too much pressure beyond their limits, causing swelling and cracks one after another.
Perhaps, if you can quickly win this battle, take a rest and apply the secret medicine to treat it, the swelling and cracks will gradually disappear.
But when Ye Zi and others launched a fierce counterattack, and their leader suffered heavy injuries and wailed, they were as distraught as a broken tooth, exhausted, and could no longer contain the tendons and joints of the hamstrings, and needle sticks came from them. Like a sharp pain.
Unprepared, more than a dozen "house mice" who still maintained a charge posture were chopped down by the "wild mice" like a broken mandala tree struck by lightning.
The remaining "house mice" were all dumbfounded, sweating and shivering.
Watching his shoulder blade burst, his upper body was almost split in half with broken teeth.
And the poisonous thorns with ice cones pierced in the chest, without the power to fight back.
There are more than a dozen companions rolling around and wailing endlessly.
They were at a loss, not knowing whether they should continue to charge, or rescue their master and companions, or even fled altogether.
The morale gathered purely by strength will inevitably be shattered and vanished at the moment it collides with a more powerful force.
Despite the power of the Ironhide family, no house mouse servant dared to abandon his master and jump off the arena.
But all the audience can see from their horrified expressions that their souls have long since escaped, and what remains on the arena is just a shell waiting to be harvested.
On the other hand, the leaves, spiders, etc. have been holding their heads and scurrying around. The "wiles" who seem to be embarrassed, but seem to be reborn and completely new.
They wielded blood-stained weapons, and the light bursting through their eyes was not inferior to the clan warriors who were born with glory!
"Woo—"
The horn representing "decision of victory" sounded very hastily.
The flags, full of seven-colored feathers, decorated with iron hoofs and big horns, flutter high on the side of the ice storm.
The arbiter of this gladiatorial fight, Kasavar Bloodhoof, draped his totem armor "Lava Fury", and jumped onto the arena eagerly.
He couldn't help but not worry.
Because Ice Storm had pinched the stinger's neck, he lifted the young wild boar warrior high.
At the end of the right arm of the "Mythril Ripper", the five claws were close together, and the frost condensed, turning into a cone of ice like a knight's spear.
Facing the "Million Steam Hammer" hole, the helmet and breastplate connection, the key position of the throat.
"Ice Storm, stop, you have won!"
Kassavar was frightened and angry.
Originally, it was normal for a few gladiators to die on the arena.
Even if a member of the Ironhide family voluntarily stepped onto the arena, they must be prepared for blood to be stained with yellow sand.
But this temporary replacement of the opponent's gladiator was arranged by Kasava himself.
He also vowed to promise the stinger's mother that the young wild boar warrior would definitely make his debut and become famous in the first world war.
Even if he is a member of the bloodhoof family with a fierce reputation.
I don't want to easily provoke the anger of the Ironhide family.
At this time, Kasavar regretted it beyond all.
He should have guessed that the ice storm would not yield so easily.
How could he be so stupid to think that this unruly snow leopard warrior would give up his thirst for victory?
The icy storm glanced at Kassavar coldly.
Finally did not kill.
She split the ice cone into five frozen claws again, grabbed the stinger's breastplate, and pulled hard, tearing off a large piece of the breastplate of the "Millions of Steam Hammer".
The blood-stained chest of the poisonous thorn was no longer covered.
As long as Ice Storm is willing, he can freeze and crush his heart in the blink of an eye.
This is the most thorough and perfect victory!
The torn breastplate seemed to have an independent life. On the uneven edges, lead-gray metal wires were drilled out, shaking desperately like flagella, as if they were looking for the "hammer of a million steam." The other parts try to reintegrate into it.
Between the sharp claws of the "Mythril Ripper", there was a burst of freezing cold air, which completely sealed the torn breastplate.
Ice Storm held up the frozen fragment of the "Millions of Steam Hammer", showing off its trophies to tens of thousands of spectators at the scene, and screamed like a north wind scream, venting the joy of the Jedi's counterattack.
The auditorium was silent for a moment.
Then, cheers broke out ten times louder than the previous inversion.
All the spectators stood up, and were irritated by this turbulent, jedi counter-attack, their cheeks were red, their veins were exposed, and their blood boiled with excitement.
"Ice storm! Ice storm! Ice storm!"
"Ace! Ace! Ace!"
"Forever Queen Frost, forever trump card, you are the strongest!"
Amidst the raging cheers, the leaves, spiders, and the "Wild Rats" re-tear their wounds torn apart by the ripples of the fierce battle between the two totem warriors, and Meng Chao, who became appalling again, helped him up and hugged him tightly.
"We won, Reaper, we won!"
The Rat People boy seemed to be engulfed in a cloud and mist into a wonderful dream. He couldn't believe it and wept with joy, "Listen, all the audience are cheering for us-these high-ranking clan lords are cheering for us Rat people! "
"Yes, we won."
Meng Chao smiled and rubbed Ye Zi’s head,
But, let’s forget the cheers—these guys can mock and curse us with the most vicious words in the first moment, and cheer us up to the sky in the next moment. Then, At the next moment, they can still smash us from the clouds into the abyss again.
"Remember, we are not fighting for these cheap cheers.
"They can cheer or ridicule as much as they can, but we have a journey that we have to go through if we give up our lives.
"On our journey, these'superior clan masters' are just a few small flies!"
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Meng Chao was sent to the medical room.
I have to admit that although the Turan civilization has a distinct class, the warrior class oppresses the rat people class extremely harshly, and does not take the life of the rat people seriously.
But as long as the rat people demonstrate their amazing strength and courage, they can get corresponding treatment and rewards.
Meng Chao was involved in a fierce battle between two totem warriors as a "district ratman", as if being torn apart by two storms at the same time, he was not dead yet. Naturally, he was approved and blessed by the ancestor spirit, and he was qualified to continue living.
Therefore, under the strong request of Ice Storm and the urging of tens of thousands of spectators, Kasavar had to order the witch doctor in the Blood Skull Arena to save this "respectable warrior" at all costs. .
In fact, Meng Chao's injury is far less serious than it seems.
Although his combat effectiveness still stays on the ground.
After all, he has the combat consciousness of the peak of the heaven.
Moreover, he has cultivated hundreds of basic skills, including the three basic force methods, to the "ultimate" level.
It is no exaggeration to say that even if he pulls off a leg, he is a deadly weapon.
In this way, after predicting the offensive and defensive routes of the two totem warriors, how could he really get involved in the devastating storm set off by the totem armor?
However, it seems not good to fall into the midst of two violent totem warriors as a "trivial ratman" without being "wounded and dying".
And after "the old wound bursts and the blood is flowing like a shot", if the strong and unmatched cell self-healing ability is activated to make the wound heal quickly and lively, it seems to be even worse.
Besides, Kasava Bloodhoof said that he should save him "at all costs".
The secret medicine for money, don’t swallow the three big bowls, no, three big pots, no, three big tanks, I’m too sorry for the brain cells that I’ve exhausted and directed the battle to consume.
Not to mention, you can also take the opportunity to inspect the medical environment, facilities and technology of Turan civilization and collect more information!
As Meng Chao expected, the Turan civilization possessed medical technology far beyond the clan era.
In fact, the term "medical room", like "locomotive" and "million steam hammer", sounds suspicious. It is not like a group of high-ranking orcs wielding axe and mace. Something out.
And this medical room has been in disrepair for a long time, and the double door that can only be opened and closed with a winch and chain, has two upper and lower slide rails, and seams that are polished thinner than the hair.
Meng Chao had to doubt that long ago, this should be a double airtight door with a negative pressure sterile room inside.
The various facilities in the medical room also confirmed his speculation.
He found a rusty device on the ceiling that was also entangled with mandala branches and leaves.
Judging from the silver-colored arc-shaped concave surface, it looks like a medical facility such as a shadowless lamp.
Of course, light bulbs have long been fragmented and missing, replaced by oil lamps equipped with complex smoke extraction devices.
Below the "shadowless lamp", there are also medical facilities similar to multifunctional operating tables, with residual installation traces.
There are also a series of intricate grooves, from the remaining traces of the operating table, all the way to the wall.
Meng Chao felt that these grooves were originally used to fix wires and optical cables, or information and energy transmission equipment with similar functions.
Now, the witch doctors of the Bloodhoof clan were covered with spices extracted from totem beast oil and various suspicious red liquids, emitting a faint smell and pungent smell.