Chapter 916: Pointe-Noire (fourth!)

There are also centaur warriors with longbows of bones and blood-drilling spears, and they are also walking neatly, like a long dragon that can't see the end, rolling from the smoky horizon.
Electric lights are shining in their eye sockets, flames are gushing in their noses, and their hoofs are inlaid with fine iron, thorny horseshoes, and the horseshoes are covered with blood.
Although not as sturdy as the tauren, the tens of thousands of centaur warriors have a uniform advancing rhythm. Tens of thousands of horses hoofs are lifted almost at the same time, and at the same time, they trample the ground fiercely, making a roar almost to Tear Leaf's heart to pieces.
There are boar people.
The most greedy and savage fellow of these bloodhoof clan, although not as tall as the tauren, and not as majestic and disciplined as the centaur, but after devouring special minerals, they kept scratching on the mandala tree to solidify the resin. Into the most flexible armor.
There were also spikes secreting highly poisonous thorns, poking out brightly from under the battle armor.
Even if you don't enter the "totem frenzied" state.
They are all thorny, thick-skinned, the craziest and most difficult guys of the entire Bloodhoof clan.
However, when the Man Elephant swayed and appeared, whether the tauren, centaur or wild boar, all became petite and exquisite, overshadowed.
These sturdy men with a height of more than ten arms are like a high moving wall.
With every step taken, a cobweb-like crisscross cracks will be exploded on the road paved with big bluestone.
Their ivory is three to five times thicker than the horns that Tauren is proud of.
The elephant trunk is more like a python covered with blood-colored spikes, flicking in front of its head.
Not to mention the weapons they carried on their shoulders—it was simply a "siege hammer" made by uprooting the mandala trees, trimming them, and putting on a circle of iron hoops!
The rat people captive shivering amidst the thunderous footsteps of a man, it is like a mouse hiding under the feet of a big elephant, and will be trampled into fleshy mice if they are not careful.
Facing such an army of bloodhoof.
Ye Ye was as desperate as all the captives.
After several days, the vengeance that was barely condensed was crushed to pieces again.
They were not the first prisoners to arrive in Pointe-Noire.
The rat people, ten times more numerous than the bloodhoof warriors, had already gathered on the outskirts of the city.
Glory is coming, and the war is coming.
Pointe Noire is one of the five major clans of Turan and the most important military base of the Bloodhoof clan.
Turan warriors from all directions have gathered here continuously, causing the population of Pointe-Noire city to skyrocket dozens of times in an instant.
Expand cities, build camps, reserve military rations, mine ore, cast weapons...
Countless tasks are waiting for the rat people to complete with their sweat, blood and even their lives.
Just in the periphery of the city, the casting workshops that emit toxic smoke day and night, splashing molten iron, are exhausted every day and accidentally burned, scalded, and smoked hundreds of rat people.
They should be honored.
If it were not for the unprecedented scale of the war and an urgent need for a large number of spears, arrows, and sabers, they would not be qualified to touch the sacred metal, let alone cast their dirty flesh and bones into the most unclean blood. Sharp weapons.
And behind the billowing black smoke from the casting workshop.
Ye Zi saw Pointe-Noire.
What a grand and domineering city this is!
The city can't be seen at the end, without half a mandala wood as a support, it is all made of black rocks, white bones and red ore, built solidly, and it looks even the anger of thunder. , Can't blast it across.
The lowest house is also four or five stories high. Behind it, layer upon layer, the highest point one after another, imitating the shape of a holy mountain, the super giant altar built has at least ten stories, no, twenty stories. No, the shed of the thirty-story Ye Zi family is so high.
Thirty floors!
If it were not for the blessing of the ancestor spirit and the blessing of the power of totem, how could there be a house in this world without a mandala wood that could be built to a height of thirty stories!
This magnificent, magnificent scene is like a hot red soldering iron, almost flattened and engraved in the leaf's mind, the picture of her mother being burned to death and An Jia being taken abducted.
He almost let go of his hatred, believing that the death of his mother and brother, and the destruction of Banshan Village, are all sacred ancestor spirits and irreversible will.
Turan's law.
Being strong is right.
The Bloodhoof Army and Pointe Noire are so powerful.
Everything they did, including the destruction of Banshan Village, was of course correct, even just.
What's more, the horned tauren warrior also performed a blood-giving ceremony for his brother, giving him the most glorious idea, right?
No, it's not right.
What's wrong!
Leaf's canine teeth are deeply embedded in his lips, bitterly fighting against this thought with tingling and blood.
However, many rat people were captured and couldn't hold on.
Under the aura of the bloodhoof army and Black Point, their revenge disappeared.
In the past, everything disappeared with the burnt hometown.
Now, they just want to be like a real Turan warrior, to kill, to plunder, to burn, to destroy everything!
"Let me join the Bloodhoof Clan!
"I passed the test of Thorns Jungle and Bison Falls!
"I have been hungry for three days and three nights, but I still have enough strength to break a mandala tree!
"I can help the masters smash the heads of all enemies, whether it is the Golden Clan, the Thunder Clan, or the barbarians who believe in the Holy Light, kill, kill all, kill, kill, kill, kill!"
In front of him, an exceptionally strong rat folk captive, who was more than three arms tall, suddenly screamed like crazy.
He struggled desperately and accidentally ran into the tauren who was escorting him.
The tauren naturally stood still.
But the blood and mud on the captive's tail accidentally rubbed his face.
Perhaps it was because he returned to Pointe-Noire, feeling more relaxed, the tauren was not angry, but grinned instead.
"Well, as long as you can survive this punch, you are qualified to be my servant!"
The tauren used to twist off the tendon rope that bound the rat people's captives, and signaled the captives to be ready.
More bloodhoof warriors gathered around enthusiastically, yelling and betting again.
"Five steps!"
"Seven steps!"
"I don't think he can do it, he is too thin, he insists on three steps at most!"
They spoke words that the captives did not understand, and threw out a string of money strings polished from the bones of totem beasts.
The strongest Ratfolk captive took a deep breath, his eyes widened, his chest swelled like a bellows, and became as strong as a shield.
He took a sigh of relief, already speechless, and could only use his eyes to signal the tauren who was not much taller than himself: "Come on!"
The tauren snorted.
Without accumulating energy, he fell loose and punched casually, seeming to float lightly on the chest of the rat people captive.
The Ratman captive was shocked at first, but he didn't expect that this punch would be so painless.
Immediately, he was ecstatic and decided that he had become a member of Pointe-Noire and the bloodhoof army.
He turned around, opened his arms, and walked towards Ye Zi and the prisoners.
One step, two steps.
"Glory, bloodhoof—"
Just after taking the third step, the words were only half-talked, and the rat people captive's chest continued to swell.
Accompanied by the "cracking" bone cracking sound, his upper body was like a volcanic eruption, and his whole body exploded. The blood and muddy internal organs stained the ground within seven or eight arms.
The bloodhoof warriors didn't expect this guy to be so useless. He didn't even hold on to three steps. The guys who lost all of them started to cheer at the half of the corpse that was still poking.
"Idiot, it's not so easy to join the Bloodhoof clan alive."
The partner behind Ye Zi whispered.
He told Ye Zi that the war hadn't completely broken out yet, and the five clans were still recruiting soldiers, buying horses and sharpening their knives. They didn't need so many rat people to act as cannon fodder.
The rat people were "called up" to Pointe Noire, mainly to strike iron, dig mines, build roads, repair the city, transport grain, and undertake the most hard work.
According to the experience of the past Glory Era, at least 70 of a hundred rat people will be exhausted during the war preparation stage.
However, such a disgraceful death method of "exhaustion" is impossible to be qualified to be given the blood of the clan.
"It is impossible to join the Bloodhoof clan, whether it is ironing, mining or paving the road."
The partner said, "We want to get rid of the identity of the rat people, there is only one way-into the arena!
"Although we are not qualified to be true gladiators, at most they are consumables in the arena. They are the most honorable gladiators. They are toys to kill time before staging a magnificent battle.
"But at least, we have the opportunity to get exercise, take part in the battle, and have a little bit of hope to become stronger, stronger, and stronger.
"Even if we can't injure a gladiator in a'game', as long as we support a period of time under the strong offensive of the gladiator, it is possible to win the favor of a certain audience, become his servant, and join the blood. The hoof clan!"
Ye Zi's heart moved.
He didn't know whether he really wanted to join the Bloodhoof Clan.
In the burning shack, his mother was twisted in the flames without a word; his brother spun in the air and landed heavily; and An Jia's intricate eyes.
And the majestic bloodhoof army, the magnificent city of Pointe-Noire.
These two images overlapped closely, making the teenager unable to see his destiny and heart.
But one thing is certain.
Regardless of whether to join the bloodhoof clan.
He is eager to become stronger.
Do everything possible, willing to pay all the price, become stronger regardless of any consequences.
Become stronger than all rat people.
Become stronger than all bloodhoof warriors including the wild elephants.
Becomes stronger than the King of Turan, who has nine totems in his body.
Then, he would use the most brutal way to kill the tauren warrior with broken horns.
And every bloodhoof warrior who appeared in Mid-Levels that day.

Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho, the long-lost fourth watch, the old cow brazenly asks for a monthly ticket, isn't it too much?
By the way, our dear brother Chao, we are about to jump out of the next chapter, everyone is welcome!