Chapter 1078: High point

After entering the hooded cloak of the Blood Skull Temple, they discovered the empty truth. Before they jumped out into a thunderstorm, Meng Chao and Ice Storm were like two shadowless ghosts, quietly leaving the Blood Skull Arena.
At this moment, the city of Pointe-Noire is still in chaos.
There are hordes of rat people everywhere, under the leadership of the hooded cloaks, to attack the granary and arsenal where the walls and fortifications have been bombed.
First of all, from the front, the lives of hundreds of slave laborers were used to consume the strength of the clan warriors and the sharpness of their weapons.
The hooded cloaks showed up from the darkness at the most critical moment, giving a fatal blow to the exhausted clan warriors.
When encountering bones that are really difficult to gnaw, they blasted from the ground.
Relying on this method, dozens of arenas and the granaries and arsenals of major families have been broken through, swept, and swallowed by the rat people's frenzy.
The mandala fruits that were raided by the conscripts from the rat people village, and the weapons made by the rat people's slave laborers who squeezed the flesh and blood, have returned to their true masters.
After eating the mandala fruit, fully armed, and smearing the muddy corpses of the clan warriors on their faces, the rat people who wiped off the blood were gradually honed into a decent rebel army.
However, for the Rat People Volunteers, the real challenge has just begun.
The bloodhoof clan battle groups that were conducting actual combat exercises in the wild tens of miles away from Pointe-Noire finally restored their organization and order.
The bruised bloodhoof powerhouses, high-ranking priests, and chiefs also discussed the strategy of returning to Black Point and suppressing the Rat People's Rebels.
An unstoppable bloodhoof battle group, stepping on footsteps enough to smash the rock, rushed towards the nearby Black Point City.
The biggest difference between a hastily established and inexperienced rebel army, and a hard-wired army that has experienced many battles, is that it can be released or retracted.
Stimulated by blood and fanatical beliefs, it is possible for the newly armed Rat People's Volunteers to step forward, rush to the enemy without fear of death, and even wipe out the entire army. This is all possible.
But now, the brains of many of the Rat People's Rebels have been hit by a series of "victories" and the pits of trophies.
As a result, they were ecstatic and overwhelmed, forgetting that their original and most important purpose was to escape from the city of Pointe-Noire.
From three to five months or even earlier, they have penetrated into them and instilled in them "the great horned rat will come, all the rat people will be saved, and the establishment of their own glorious clan" messengers-those hooded cloaks We all mysteriously disappeared at this time.
As a result, although the Morale of the Rat People's Volunteers who seized a large number of arsenals and granaries was so high that it was impossible to increase, their organizational capabilities were greatly weakened and turned into a mob armed to the teeth.
Many of the Rat People's Volunteers were trapped in front of the furnace and iron felt in the foundry all day long before they rose up.
The sharpest method they have ever seen of a clan warrior is nothing more than a spiked whip wrapped in the hand of the overseer.
They are not like the rat people slave soldiers in the arena, and they have a very clear understanding of the combat effectiveness of the clan warriors.
After relying on the sneak attack of the hooded cloak to kill the third-rate clan warriors who guarded the granary and arsenal, many rebels even gave birth. "The clan warriors are nothing but this. With the sword, armor and shield in the arsenal, relying on the burning ruins and broken walls, they can fight The naive idea of ​​"Bloodhoof Wars collide all at once".
Of course, even if they want to escape from Pointe-Noire at this time, it is not so easy.
Although they had long been led by the messenger of the rat god, they found, excavated and re-passed a large number of secret passages that remained thousands of years ago in the underground of Pointe Noire, and they could escape directly outside the city.
But in an environment where the city is flaring, smoky, and chaotic, it is not easy to find these passages.
What's more, there are millions of rat people living in the whole city of Pointe-Noire.
They all rushed up, and soon the secret escape route was overwhelmed.
It will take time for most of the Rat People's Volunteers to successfully escape from Pointe-Noire.
Time is more precious than golden fruit and totem beast flesh and blood.
In such a chaotic environment, Meng Chao and Ice Storm took back the totem armor, smeared a lot of black mud on their faces and bodies, and put on a few ragged rags, disguising themselves as ordinary rats. The appearance of the people.
Passing through waves of blushing eyes and excited faces, the Rat People's Rebels who were shouting in hysterical but meaninglessly, they found the commanding heights nearby.
This is a large water tower.
It is also an architectural miracle left by the ancient Turan people.
The clean water stored in it can meet the daily consumption of thousands of clan warriors.
Therefore, the outer wall of the water tower was as hard as iron, and even in the harsh environment of the explosion in the city, it was still not destroyed, only a few cracks were blown out, and there was only a slight leakage.
From this water tower, you can overlook the panoramic view of the noble area where the clan warriors live and are scattered throughout the deep house compound.
And Meng Chao launched his extraordinary vision, and indeed, on the water tower, he saw several figures draped in gray linen, almost blending with the environment.
That should be the watchpoint of the Rat People's Rebels.
They were motionless for three full minutes, almost blending with the environment.
If it weren't for Meng Chao for condensing psychic energy on the retina and cones, and had a wealth of experience in stealth and dormancy, it would be extremely difficult to find their existence.
With such tactical qualities, it is impossible to be an ordinary rat folk, but an elite rat folk who has been carefully crafted by the black hand behind the scenes.
Meng Chao made a gesture to Ice Storm and motioned to her: touch them and solve them.
Ice Storm also made a gesture, saying: These people are condescending and there is no blind spot in their horizons. It is easy to solve them, but it is very difficult for them to send half a message without making any movement.
Since they are elite, they must carry something like signal fireworks on their bodies. As long as they twist, twist, or pull, their accomplices will notice.
Meng Chao agreed with the ice storm's judgment.
Quickly glanced at the battlefield environment, and all kinds of information were transformed into intricate data in my mind, including wind direction and wind speed, which instantly condensed into a set of simple and effective combat plans.
Meng Chao's cat is lying on his waist, like a huge gecko, swimming quietly among the ruined walls.
Soon, he sneaked to the southwest of the water tower, behind a house that was burning.
The house has been burnt to a crisp by the flames.
The beams and columns inside all made a "click, click" cracking sound.
Meng Chao went to the back of the house, calculated the angle, pedaled heavily, and the house collapsed.
The fire was suddenly accompanied by rolling beams, spreading around, igniting more houses nearby.
The smoke immediately diffused, several times stronger than before, and then drifted towards the water tower driven by the southeast wind.
Just when the smoke obscured the sight of the sentry above the water tower.
Meng Chao and Ice Storm turned into two arrows from the string, between the ruins and the broken walls, their feet hurriedly without touching the dust.
When the smoke dissipated, the two had already arrived under the water tower, clinging to the high wall, in the blind spot of the sentry's line of sight.
Meng Chao closed his eyes and adjusted the sensitivity of the cochlea and eardrum to the highest level.
Immediately heard a clear heartbeat, lung lobes contraction, blood flow, and intestinal peristalsis from above the water tower.
There are a total of three sentinels above.
Measured by the standards of the rat people, the combat effectiveness is quite strong.
But in the eyes of Meng Chao and Ice Storm, it was nothing.
The two looked at each other, and they jumped up at the same time without even drawing up a plan.
When they climbed to the height of dozens of arms in an instant and turned over and jumped onto the water tower, the three sentries huddled in the dusty linen, watching the battle around them attentively.
Wu Zi didn't realize that he was already three pieces of fish on the chopping board.
It wasn't until Meng Chao grabbed one of the sentry's ankles and shook his joints so hard that he couldn't move, and the other two sentry were shocked.
As soon as one of the sentry leaped up, half of the war knife from his waist was drawn out, and he was smashed to the ground by the huge ice lumps formed by the condensation of water vapor in the ice storm.
In the city of Pointe-Noire at this moment, the flames evaporate blood, causing the smoke to faintly turn crimson, full of sticky and moist texture.
The ice lumps that were easily condensed by the ice storm were also like a lumps of crystal clear red crystals, but they completely swallowed the sentry and froze it in the ice.
The third sentry was frightened.
He made a decisive decision and gave up drawing the knife, but took out a slender metal tube from his arms.
It should be something like signal fireworks.
However, he didn't wait for him to break the tab at the bottom of the metal cylinder.
Dozens of rubbles ejected from Meng Chao's fingertips hit dozens of joints and hemp tendons all over his body at the same time, causing his ten fingers to receive electric shocks.
The ice storm also waved a piece of ice mist in time, freezing his hands firmly, as if hitting a pair of ice crystal shackles.
In the end, the sentry suddenly fell to the ground.
Meng Chao rushed forward and firmly held the guy's chin to prevent him from making any warnings.
At the same time, a ray of murderous aura was released, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who are you and who is your leader?"
Unexpectedly, the sentry was not affected by his murderous aura in the least.
Instead, his murderous aura activated a certain area in the brain.
His eyes became red immediately, and his expression was both fanatical and hideous.
"The Great Horned Rat God has arrived, and the blood of thousands of rat people has already flooded the entire Turanze. The extremely glorious Great Horned Clan will surely rise in a sea of ​​blood!"
He was obviously stuck in his jaw by Meng Chao, but he was still struggling, squeezing these words from his teeth.
Meng Chao frowned slightly, and slashed with his backhand on the neck of this elite rat citizen, knocking him out.
"The mouths of these diehards are not so easy to pry open, and I guess they are just chess pieces and tools, and they don't know the real secrets. I think they really believe in and serve, what is the'big horned rat god'!" Meng Chao said to the ice storm.