Chapter 1091： Can't bear the child can't hold the wolf

In order to meet the hundreds of thousands of rat people, they can escape from Pointe-Noire city smoothly.

Naturally, there was more than one Rat God messenger who sneaked into Pointe Noire.

Except for the temple thieves who are good at hiding and deciphering institutions.

There are also a large number of Rat God messengers, all elite warriors who are good at fighting life and death.

Even if compared with the bloodhoof warriors, they are still inferior.

However, the mobility of the bloodhoof warrior was held back by hundreds of fierce and undaunted rat folk rebels, and the explosive power was exhausted.

The raid of several Rat God messengers still has the opportunity to easily harvest the lives of the bloodhoof warriors.

When the seven or eight bloodhoof warriors were all seemingly galloping horizontally and horizontally, after they were quietly swallowed by the rat people's frenzy in the process of killing all quarters.

The remaining bloodhoof warriors finally recollected and realized that among the seemingly weak Rat People's Rebel army, there are still extremely dangerous assassins dormant.

They can only change their strategy, slow down the pace of attack, and try to peel off and separate the Rat People's Rebel army from the periphery as if peeling onions.

As a result, the speed of marching was naturally greatly slowed down.

In general, the two sides are temporarily deadlocked in the north of the city.

The bloodhoof warrior, because of its limited military strength and insufficient offensive desire, could not penetrate the rat people's frenzy through the middle, and then divide and annihilate it.

But because of their constant harassment, the Rat People's Rebel Army was in a state of extreme chaos.

When many rat people are on the verge of a dead end, they can inspire the courage to burn the jade and the stone, and launch a fierce and undaunted charge against the butcher knife of the bloodhoof warrior.

But the way to escape is right in front of them, and the desire for survival derived from their genetic instinct makes them scrambling to squeeze forward desperately.

Until everyone is crowded, no matter how the Rat God messenger commands and dispatches, they will not be able to restore the order of the fleeing team.

Such a stalemate, naturally, is greatly detrimental to the fugitives.

Because the main force of the bloodhoof army is constantly advancing towards Pointe Noire.

Every half a moment, a bloodhoof battle group arrives under the city of Pointe Noire, and can throw more troops into the city.

The fire and riots in Pointe Noire can't continue indefinitely.

When the flames sweeping across the city are extinguished, most areas are cleared and controlled, the bloodhoof teams can communicate effectively, and orders from outside the city can reach the elite warriors unimpeded.

That was the death date of the Rat People's Rebels who were still stranded in Pointe Noire.

"It's not a way to go on like this."

Meng Chao observed for a while and concluded, "The rat people's retreat speed is too slow. At this speed, at least one third of the rat people will stay in Pointe Noire, waiting to bear it. The anger of the bloodhoof warriors."

"no way."

Ice Storm said, "Their opponent is a vicious bloodhoof warrior. Even if the opponent is afraid of the rat **** messenger among them, he will not dare to charge toward the depths of the rat tide, but the peripheral harassment alone is enough to make the rat people's rebels utterly distressed. .

"In this case, let alone escape two-thirds, even if you can escape half-way, it's pretty good!"

"Therefore, we must find a way to reduce the pressure on the periphery of the rat people's rebels."

Meng Chao's thoughts turned and he said to Ice Storm, "How much do you still have, extra ancient weapons, fragments of armor, and secret medicine?"

"Not much, I lost everything just now."

The ice storm paused, and couldn't help saying, "I can't even dream of it. In front of'Ancient Weapons, Armor Fragments, and Secret Medicine', the word'extra' can be added!"

"Then extract some more from the storage space of the Totem Armor."

Seeing Ice Storm's distressed look on his face, Meng Chao could only say, "Don't worry, I can't bear to let the children not catch wolves. Besides, if these guys are dead, they can take away these ancient treasures from our hands, I don't know yet!"

The two sneaked up to the bloodhoof warriors in front of them, a short distance, just the right distance.

Subsequently, several trophies were extracted from the Totem Armor.

These trophies, which have been enshrined in major temples for at least three to five hundred years, are all magic weapons with murderous intent and fierce flames.

Even if the power of totem is temporarily sealed, it still trembles slightly, and faintly roars and chants.

It seemed that he couldn't wait to release the most violent power, sipping the blood and life of the enemy.

When Meng Chao and Ice Storm input a number of psychic energies into it to unlock the seal and activate the evil spirits, these magic weapons blasted out beams of light that were invisible to the naked eye, but the totem warriors could clearly perceive the light, like the night The fireflies struck by lightning are so clear and even dazzling.

Not surprisingly, the fierce flames of these magic weapons were immediately felt by the bloodhoof warriors who were close at hand, who were suppressing the Rat People's Volunteers.

These bloodhoof warriors immediately got upset.

"What a strong killing intent!"

"Yes, it is the breath of a magic weapon!"

"Such surging totem power, at least the fragments of the'Millennium Armor', can give off the smell!"

Looking at each other, every bloodhoof warrior saw the light of greed and wavering emotions in each other's eyes.

These bloodhoof warriors did not come from the rich family in Pointe Noire.

The powerful men of the rich family are hunting down the temple thieves, trying to retake or **** the ancient treasure.

Only from the vassal family, as third-rate warriors, they received vague orders: "Suppress the rat people riots and restore order in Pointe-Noire."

But they are not fools.

Soon it became clear where the rich and powerful men who entered the city with him eagerly went and what they got.

Compared with the rich and powerful who took a lot of ancient treasures, not only made up for all the losses, but also made a small fortune.

It is obviously a thankless task to suppress the rat people's rebels who are mad and defiant.

The Rat People's Volunteers are like rocks in a latrine, smelly and hard, and they can knock off a few of their teeth without paying attention.

Even if you kill a thousand or eight hundred rat people in one breath, the trophies you can get are nothing more than blood-soaked mandala fruit, crude bone sticks and stone hammers, and bloodhoof warriors simply can’t see it. Use trees. The so-called "armor" made of skin inlaid with bone pieces.

As for the battle exploits most valued by the bloodhoof warriors-the suppression of the rat people in the districts, what kind of battle exploits can it be considered?

In the future in pubs and casinos, when you and others boast about martial arts, you will not be able to use the example of suppressing the rat people to prove your martial arts, right?

Not to mention, these crazy rat people are really like demons possessing their bodies, which is a bit tricky.

There have been more than a dozen bloodhoof warriors one after another, disappearing in the seemingly messy, noisy, rabble rat people frenzy.

Like all Turan warriors, the bloodhoof warriors are not afraid of death.

But it is one thing to die in the hands of a strong man of the Golden Clan, or a magician in the Land of Light.

To die in the hands of the humble rat people is another matter.

The former is a glorious sacrifice.

The latter is a curse even more terrifying than death!

No one can bear the humiliation of the soul flying to the holy mountain with the other victims after their death, but the ancestor spirits on the holy mountain found out that he died at the hands of the rat people and was kicked into the abyss from the clouds.

Since there is no benefit to aggressively attacking, it may bring an irreversible shame.

No matter how well-developed the limbs and the cruel temperament of the bloodhoof warrior, he will quickly calm down and figure out the account.

They didn't want to continue entangled with the Rat People's Rebels for a long time.

And want to join the ranks of "hunting the temple thief, regaining the stolen treasure".

However, the two sides have already had contact. The criminals who "faced the rat people and fled without a fight" are even more humiliated, and they are not without background, they can afford it.

Therefore, we have always "performed our duties, steadily and steadily, and proceeded slowly."

Up to this moment, it was close at hand, exuding the breath of ancient treasure, just like the last straw that crushed the camel.

"At the moment of the enemy, we naturally can't leave the northern part of the city, but the breath of the ancient treasure is emitted from the vicinity. Check it in the past. It is definitely not a violation of the military order, right?"

"Of course not. Following the breath of ancient treasures, it is very possible to find temple thieves-whether it is the common rat people rioters or the temple thieves who are important? Does this need to be said?"

"Ordinary rat people rioters, all of them are well blocked here, and it will never be possible to break out for a while; but the number of temple thieves is sparse and their whereabouts are secretive. If they are allowed to slip away from us, they will take a large number of them. The treasure in Pointe Noire, none of us can afford it!"

For an incomparably sufficient reason, all the courage and fighting spirit of the bloodhoof warriors were instantly aroused.

Without hesitation, they turned their guns around and rushed towards the direction where the ancient treasure exudes the power of totem.

Next, the farce that happened dozens of times in Pointe-Noire was staged again.

When this bloodhoof warrior team rushed to the position where the ancient treasure shook the power of the totem, it just hit another team that sniffed the murderous spirit and came to the door.

This is a giant team born and raised in Pointe Noire.

But the number is only three.

The two sides met on a narrow road, wide-eyed, and the atmosphere was a little embarrassing for a while.

Perhaps, by giving them more time to evaluate each other's strengths, they can reach a friendly agreement, such as "two one for five".

However, just when they were caught off guard, their nerves were strained to the limit, and even when they were at a stretch, the walls on both sides of the streets where they were located were hit by the explosion and the flames, but they collapsed.

For a time, rubble splashed and dust covered everyone's sight.

In the chaos, there was a scream of flying blades.

Someone screamed, and blood flowers bloomed in the dust.

"They did it!"

I don't know who it is, shouting out this curse-like sentence.

The two bloodhoof warriors drew out their weapons as if they were enchanted, and pounced on each other who should be fighting side by side.