Chapter 1133： Wolf smoke rises

It's too late, it's fast, the totem warrior on the opposite side has picked up a mace that is thicker than a pretty elephant's thigh, and swayed a shock wave that was visible to the naked eye and was devastating.

The howling sonic boom is like a broadsword mine exploding fiercely.

Dozens of Rat People's Rebels who had finally managed to attack the city wall suddenly broke their muscles and became bloody, and they were blown out like a broken kite.

Only the iron head holding the hundred-edged battle flag in his hand was caught between two shock waves under the control of the opponent's ingenious power.

The shock wave squeezed him violently from both sides, making him immobile like a deep turbulence.

The lobes of the lungs could not be expanded, the heart stopped beating, both eyes swelled out due to the excessively high intracranial pressure, and the hundreds of bloodshot eyes surrounding the pupils, "pap pap pap", couldn't stop breaking.

Even on the rough skin like sandpaper, there are dots of blood bead the size of needles.

This is the power of the Totem Warrior!

If there is no interference from accidental factors, the iron head will definitely be squeezed out of the internal organs and brains by a forceful shock wave between breathing.

The blood-stained one-hundred-edged battle banner will return to the hands of the totem warrior obediently.

However, Meng Chao grabbed the belt of the iron head from behind and tugged hard.

In order to hang the two great axes without breaking the belt, the belt with the iron head is simply a piece of iron chain removed from the meteor hammer.

Therefore, it was not shattered by the destruction ripples spurred by the totem samurai.

Meng Chao pulled him back by a big step, and he just dodged the totem warrior's mace and swept the most violent.

If the distance were shortened by a few inches, the entire face of the iron head, including the mouth, nose, eyes and ears, would be directly torn off by the spikes and barbs on the mace!

The blow he was determined to win was inexplicably missed, and the totem warrior was frightened and angry.

With a low growl, he took a heavy step towards the iron head, and stepped on the hard as iron ground seven or eight times criss-crossing like a spider's web.

With the help of the pedaling force, the totem warrior once again raised the mace, and the flames of killing revolved around the mace, just like a blazing storm.

In the storm, even a hideous hungry wolf appeared faintly, with a mouth wide open.

Because of the lack of oxygen in the brain, Tietou has lost the ability to think and act, and has become a silly target.

The sole of the totem warrior's feet, but there was a piercing pain.

There are also strands of chill that resemble a living creature, trying to follow his veins, from the soles of the feet to the heart.

When he looked down, the totem warrior was horrified to find that the large pools of blood under his feet, the uncoagulated blood, did not know when they all condensed and frozen, turning into sharp cones of ice.

The bright red ice cone, with incredible sharpness and hardness, unexpectedly found the gap between the armor and pierced his body from the ankle!

This totem warrior is not the strongest of the Golden Clan after all.

Otherwise, he would not be thrown into the lonely city of Hundred Blades to face the overwhelming rat people frenzy.

Although his totem armor can barely cover the whole body.

But unlike Meng Chao and Ice Storm, the layered "Millennium Armor" is seamless and integrated.

Especially at the connection between the calf and the sole, in order to maximize the range of motion of the ankle, there is a very small gap.

Unexpectedly, through this gap, his ankle and the entire sole were firmly nailed to the ground by a mysterious enemy with a blood-colored cone of ice.

"how is this possible!

"How can the mere rat people have such a terrifying'character'?

"Who is it, who is hiding in the dark?"

Under the double interference of shock and severe pain, the mace, which was mixed with the mighty force, also lost its head, and brushed past the iron head, smashing a shocking hole in the ground.

However, Iron Head was pushed by the shock wave and pulled by Meng Chao, flying high towards the rear, and fell straight beyond the city wall!

Below the city wall, there is a height difference of about dozens of arms.

For the rough-skinned high-ranking orcs, it is not an insurmountable distance.

What's more, hundreds of corpses have been piled up under the city wall, just forming a thick buffer.

When Meng Chao was about to land again, he held his iron head and tried his best to eliminate the impact.

Although this rash man fell unscathed, he was still unscathed, and he was still holding the blood-stained hundred-edged battle flag in his hand.

Meng Chao and the ice storm that followed them lightly glanced at each other.

"Hurry up, we must take back the captured battle flag and sacrifice it to the Big Horn Mouse God!"

The two yelled in Tietou's ears at the same time.

Finally recalled the soul of Iron Head.

The brash man with well-developed limbs and simple-minded shivered deeply.

Licking his chapped lips, looking up at the murderous, flesh and blood of the city, he realized what a fierce battle he had just gone through, and what a terrible enemy he faced close at hand.

Tietou would never admit that the moment he faced the enemy totem warrior, he was so scared that his soul was out of his body, and he was dumbfounded.

He did not dare to climb up the tower again to fight to the death with the enemy Totem Warrior, and with vigorous sacrifices, he proved his loyalty to the Great Horned Rat God.

However, sending the captured enemy's battle flag back to your own camp can boost morale after all.

Tietou thrust the Hundred-Edged Battle Flag into his arms, rolled around and ran away.

When the totem warrior finally smashed the blood cone under his feet, threw on the crenellation in desperation, and looked down.

I only saw billowing smoke, burning corpses everywhere, and a surging rat crowd frenzy.

All the rat people rolled one after another in the trench full of corpses.

Rolling gray and muddy, covered in blood and mud.

It was impossible to tell who took the battle flag.

What's more, the soles of the feet that twitched due to pain still reminded this totem warrior that there is a great possibility that the masters of the big horn legion are hidden underneath.

Jumped off rashly and got involved in the torrent of rats.

The next blood ice cone may not be pierced into his body from the bottom of his feet.

The furious totem warrior can only let out a stern wolf howl on the wall.

In the City of Hundred Blades, smoke finally rose.

Thick black smoke hung weakly in the air, like an exhausted warrior, raising his hand unwillingly to admit defeat.

That's right, the warriors of the dignified Golden clan, facing a siege of a group of rats, must ask for help from the outside world. Isn't this conceding defeat, but what is it?

However, they have no choice.

On the southern defense line, the battle flag was snatched by the **** rat under the circumstances of much attention, which caused an immeasurable blow to the morale of the defenders.

Now, even many golden warriors of incomparably pure blood born from generations of nobles are whispering distractedly—Does the Big Horn Mouse God really exist and possesses an incomparably terrifying ability that surpasses countless ancestor spirits?

Otherwise, even the wisest priests cannot explain why the seemingly weak, humble, dirty, and obedient rat people who have been silently enduring slavery and oppression for thousands of years will become so ferocious overnight. , Tyrannical or even crazy?

Coupled with the totem warrior who tried to regain the battle flag, but was summoned by the ice storm with the cone of blood pierced through the feet, with a **** wound, the defending commander believed that the siege was also mixed with terrible totems. warrior.

If you don't ask for help again.

Once the totem warrior of the Big Horn Legion took advantage of the chaos and touched the city of Hundred Blades.

The tragedy of Pointe-Noire is very likely to happen again.

The crooked smoke of the wolf also made the attackers breathe a sigh of relief.

In order to exert strong enough pressure on the city of Hundred Blades, in the past three days, the Big Horn Legion launched a wave of near-suicidal attacks against this city full of gleaming steel thorns, and dropped tens of thousands. The dead body.

Even for the theoretically endless Big Horn Army, such a loss has reached an unbearable critical point.

After all, every corpse that fell here was not untrained, stunned, holding wooden sticks and dung forks in cannon fodder.

They are the elites chosen by thousands of people from long distances and repeated fierce battles.

Almost at the same time when the smoke was rising, behind the attackers, the horn to suspend the attack sounded.

Meng Chao and Ice Storm successfully escorted Iron Head and the hundred-edged battle flag in his arms, and withdrew to their position.

Before that, there was an invulnerable warrior who jumped onto the Hundred-Blade Tower, and the news that he had seized the Hundred-Blade Battle Standard from among the minions of countless wolves, tigers and leopards had spread throughout the entire position.

At the beginning, everyone thought that this brave and fearless warrior had long been added by the defending army and chopped into flesh, and even if the Hundred Blades Battle Standard was not snatched back by the enemy, he would definitely be lost on the chaotic battlefield. Burned to ashes or buried deep in corpses.

Unexpectedly, this warrior crossed the line of fire unscathed, and brought back the battle flag that symbolized the enemy's will and glory!

What an amazing feat!

What a wonderful miracle!

The story of Tietou is circulating throughout the camp.

Even the generals and priests who commanded this siege have heard of his name.

That night, the fire blasted into the sky in the northeast of Hundred Blade City, shouting for killing ceaselessly, and the boiling killing intent hit the stars in the night sky, causing the stars to tremble under the light of blood.

Good news and dawn come at the same time.

The Bone Battalion successfully ambushed a wolf tribe army rushing to the city of Hundred Blades. In the middle of the night, they beheaded 800 and seized countless weapons, armors and mounts.

This is just the beginning.

In the next few days, there are bound to be countless reinforcements. In order to defend the glory and faith, they will continue to pounce on the City of Hundred Blades and start an epic battle with the Big Horn Legion that determines the future and destiny.

As the number one warrior who kicked off the decisive battle in a sense.

At the same time, he won the iron heads of the "first ascend" and "capture the flag" and received extremely rich commendations and rewards.

He will be in the presence of tens of thousands of rat people warriors in a grand ritual, and he will be implanted into his body by the high-ranking priests of the Big Horn Legion a totem symbolizing bravery and loyalty, as well as a precious totem battle armor fragment. !