Unfortunately, Wildhammer's rat soldiers had been tormented by the powerful medicine Meng Chao had meticulously created. They vomited and had diarrhea. Their bodies were limp, and they could not even move their pinkies.
There was no way they could stop Meng Chao.
Before Wildhammer could swing his trunk again, Meng Chao had already stepped on the rat soldiers' heads and jumped to the window.
He turned his head around and grinned at Wildhammer before he disappeared outside the window.
The mocking smile completely destroyed Wildhammer's rationality.
The infuriated Bloodhoof Warrior let out a roar and dashed out of the gate, knocking down half of the gate along the way.
His body was as big as an elephant, but he moved with the speed of a cheetah. With three steps, he circled around the window that Meng Chao had jumped out of.
Then, he saw a black shadow flash on a roof not too far away. Meng Chao was running out of the Blood Skull Coliseum with all his might.
"Capture him!"
Wildhammer shouted.
But at that moment, the Blood Skull Coliseum was in chaos.
A chain of methane explosions destroyed a corner of the coliseum and destroyed half of the arena.
Flames shot out of the cracks between the broken walls and flowed and spread everywhere like magma.
The rolling black smoke released ferocious tentacles that disrupted the vision of the warriors who were stationed in the coliseum.
The sounds of buildings collapsing and the crackling explosions of flames made Wildhammer's roars seem distorted and insignificant.
What was even more terrifying was that countless rat people were restless.
If the rat people's servant soldiers still had a bright future, they might become their master's personal soldiers and attendants. In fact, they might even receive their master's blood and become their new "master".
Then, to the rat people who were crippled and old, they practically had no choice. Or rather, after being oppressed by the warriors for so many years, they no longer had anything to lose.
Based on the original plan …
Once the warriors finished their drills, they would be sent into the Blood Hooves Army and serve as the lowest level of slave soldiers.
Usually, they would serve the slave soldiers and warriors, doing the hardest, most tiring, dirtiest and smelliest work.
During the battle, they were forced by the shining sabers and the leather whips that were covered in thorns to charge at the frontline of the battle formation, to the trenches and pits that were full of sharp wooden stakes, and to face the dense phalanxes of spears or the thousands of arrows that were charging at them like a storm.
Just as Ye had said, they were all going to die, so why not die on their own journey?
Therefore, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, or even if there was no hope at all, as long as they were given a chance, the rat people servants were willing to take the risk out of desperation and fight to the death.
The emissary of the Great-horned Rat God saw through this.
He had long since sent people to secretly contact the ratfolk servants in the various arenas.
He nurtured a group of fanatics who were filled with firm faith in the Great Horned Rat God.
A few days ago, Casava Bloodhoof had purposely spread the rumor that the Great Horned Rat God didn't exist, and that the so-called emissary was just a spy from the Golden Clan. Many of the ratfolk servant soldiers who didn't know the truth had their beliefs shaken and felt uneasy.
These core members were still full of confidence in the "miracle" of the Horned Rat God.
Today, the miracle had indeed descended.
In the various arenas of Black Corner City, these ratfolk servants, who didn't have powerful combat strength, had rich combat experience. They had seen the clan warriors put on their totemic armor and released an oppressive and explosive aura from the arena countless times. As a result, they had strong endurance. They were all wild with joy.
They jumped up without a care for their own safety, and according to the plan they had agreed on with the emissary, they broke the dungeon that imprisoned the "wild rats", called out to the wavering ratfolk servant soldiers, and led a large group of ratfolk to plunder the weapons and resources in the arena.
Then, they rushed out of the arena and went to the designated location to meet up, preparing to escape Black Corner City.
Those "wild rats" who had been forcefully captured by the conscription team and locked up in the Black Dungeon for three to five days, or even half a month still harbored unforgettable hatred and had yet to be tamed, were naturally the most fervent worshippers of the Great-horned Rat God.
As long as they were given a sharpened bone blade or spear, they would dare to launch a suicidal attack against the clan warriors who had destroyed their homes and slaughtered their loved ones.
For a time, ear-piercing bone whistles came from all directions of the Blood Skull Arena.
Under the guidance of the bone whistles, a large number of ratfolk gathered into a frenzy that was even more powerful than the shockwaves.
They broke through one dungeon after another, rushed into the armory that had been affected by the explosions, and had cracks on the door, and armed themselves to the teeth.
They let out hysterical shouts and rushed to the warehouse where the Datura Fruits were stored, snatching back the food that had been snatched from their homes.
There were also clan warriors who noticed the commotion of the ratfolk.
They immediately carried out the most severe suppression.
However, there were too few clan warriors stationed in the Blood Skull Arena.
Apart from Wildhammer, the clan warriors who had a certain level of combat strength had long been brought out of the city by Kasafa in an attempt to take the lead in the actual combat drill.
Most of those left in the arena were disabled warriors who were missing arms or legs, or white-haired old warriors who hadn't been on the arena for a long time.
These warriors had just been shaken by the series of explosions until the world was spinning.
There were also people who were smashed by the burning flying stones, bleeding and charred.
Looking at the unrecognizable Blackhorn City, they fell into great shock. They did not understand what had happened at all.
Naturally, they could not make a quick and effective response.
Even though they aggressively pounced on the rioting ratfolk.
However, the ratfolk did not communicate with the warriors head-on. They would often scream and disperse.
The warriors could kill a few ratfolk with a raise of their blades.
However, it was impossible for them to find and eliminate all the rioting ratfolk in the arena that was constantly burning and collapsing.
If they wanted to calm the chaos in the Blood Skull Arena, they could only rely on the large number of ratfolk servant soldiers.
The problem was that no one could tell which ratfolk had believed in the Great Horned Rat God and participated in the chaos.
And those ratfolk servant soldiers were still unmoved after witnessing such a "miracle". They were dead set on working for the Blood Hoof Clan.
Perhaps, even the ratfolk servant soldiers themselves could not tell.
Thus, such a thing happened.
A group of ratfolk servant soldiers were originally loyal to their master. After the explosion, they rushed out in full gear to maintain order.
But they were treated as traitors by the crazed warriors who came out of nowhere and were covered in dirt from the explosions. They attacked and killed them indiscriminately.
Most of the "house rats" were killed, and a small number of them who managed to escape did not dare to show themselves in front of the bloodthirsty warriors.
When they ran into a group of ratfolk servant soldiers who were organized by the core members and tried to rush out, they were muddle-headed and dragged into the fray.
The situation was chaotic, so naturally, no one could hear Brute Hammer's exasperated shouts.
Even if they could "hear" him, no one could "listen" to him.
Because in the middle of the flames and smoke, aside from Brute Hammer, no one noticed Meng Chao.
Fortunately, Meng Chao seemed to have used up all his strength when he escaped from the training camp.
At that moment, he was limping on the eaves, but he did not escape from Brute Hammer's sight.
"Hmph, you've been vomiting and having diarrhea for an entire night. Let's see just how much strength you have left to escape from me!"
Brute Hammer's protruding fangs trembled. "Once I catch you, I'm going to step on you and crush you, you filthy, cheap wretch inch by inch!"
He was too heavy, so it was not suitable for him to jump on the crumbling roof.
But he was surrounded by falling rubble. When he used his retractable nose to roll up the rubble and fling it, the power was comparable to a stone shell thrown by a large catapult.
Boom!
Boom!
Rubble continued falling behind him and crushed the spot where he had just landed. It collapsed with a bang.
Meng Chao let out a strange cry and jumped up and down among the broken walls. He looked incredibly pathetic.
He looked as if he could hit the bull 's-eye with just a few millimeters, and it attracted Brute Hammer's attention.
Even when he gradually crawled into the depths of the ruins where the smoke was the thickest and he could not see his own fingers, he did not care about the fact that there were no warriors from the other clans helping him.
Bang!
Boom!
When the black-haired and black-eyed rat slowed down and even ran into a blind spot in the ruins in a panic, Brute Hammer finally seized the chance.
He swept up two rubble at the same time and threw them at Meng Chao's back and feet.
Meng Chao was finally hit by the rubble.
He screamed and coughed up a mouthful of blood in an exaggerated fashion.
The swaying ruins under his feet collapsed further. He sank down and was devoured by the smoke that gushed out.
Brute Hammer laughed savagely and strode forward. He crawled into the smoke in an attempt to drag Meng Chao's mangled body out and bring him back to the training camp so that he could use the cruelest punishment to intimidate the restless peasants.
But he did not expect that the moment he crawled into the smoke and his eyes were covered, he would feel an indistinct chill in front of his throat.
Brute Hammer's pupils shrank swiftly.
His retractable nose froze into a popsicle.
In fact, he even felt as if his head had moved.
He let out a piercing scream.
His legs, which were as thick as pillars, stomped on the ruins and destroyed the broken walls under his feet. He sank half an arm's length into the ground.
Then, he heard a whoosh, and a bone-chilling chill came from the top of his head.
Immediately after, a wet liquid blurred his vision and flowed to the corners of his mouth. It tasted salty.
It was his blood.
A sharp blade that was as thin as a cicada's wing quietly grazed past his head. It stuck close to his skull and cut off a large piece of his scalp.
If he hadn't reacted in time, that blade would have severed his throat instead.
It was only at that moment that a sharp pain came from the top of his head.
It was as if an icicle had stabbed through the crack in his skull and into his tailbone.
In the face of the smoke, he could not see his own fingers, the darkness in the depths of the smoke, and the attacker in the darkness …
He was one of the four aces of Blood Skull Coliseum. He had once defeated countless powerful enemies in the arena and torn apart countless totem beasts. He was the owner of the totem armor, Million Steam Hammer. At that moment, fear surged out of the depths of his mind.
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