"Ye 'zi, everyone is ready. Shall we rush out now?"
Spider asked Leaf at the same time in the training camp.
Even though Spider was a veteran private hunter in his thirties …
The latter was just a young rat man who was still wet behind the ears.
But over the past few days, under Meng Chao's personal training, Leaf's fighting strength had increased by leaps and bounds. He had long since used his shocking performance during training and fighting to subdue all the rat men.
Once Meng Chao lured Wildhammer away, Leaf quickly gathered the twenty-nine rat men.
Everyone made up their minds to fight for a path of survival!
But in the largest training camp in the Blood Skull Arena, they were not the only ones who were "on the same side".
There were also 271 slave soldiers who had been transferred to Wildhammer not long after they were assigned to Hailstorm.
Two hundred of them had never participated in a single fight with Hailstorm before, and they were not familiar with Leaf and the others.
There were also hundreds of Wildhammer's personal rat-men.
There were also hundreds of rat men who were "accidentally injured". They were not within Meng Chao's calculations. They were just coincidentally having a meal with Hailstorm and Wildhammer's fighting squads. They were also vomiting and had diarrhea. They could not move, so they could only stay in the training camp for the time being.
As time passed, the effects of the drug faded away, and the strong rat men gradually regained the strength to stand.
However, they were surrounded by flames and smoke, and they did not know where the exit was. Their eyes were filled with confusion.
Leaf wanted to lead more rat men out of Black Corner City.
To him, all the rat men were his brothers and sisters, and they should work together to create the sixth family. If he could save as many as he could, he would save them.
But at the same time, he had been influenced by Meng Chao for a long time, and he was no longer the ignorant boy from a mountain village when he first entered Black Corner City.
Leaf knew very well that after they were brainwashed by the warriors, they forgot about the hatred of destroying their homes and slaughtering their families. For the sake of survival and so-called glory, there were plenty of people who were willing to serve as lackeys.
Based on Meng Chao's words, this was the syndrome of being a slave, and they found pleasure in being slaves.
Hence, Leaf did not dare to easily show his true feelings to more than one thousand rat men.
It was especially so for Wildhammer's rat-men. They stood up swaying.
Although their eye sockets were still sunken and their footing was unstable.
After all, their usual treatment was much better than that of wild rats like Leaf and Spider. They were raised by Wildhammer to be fat and strong, and they were equipped with the best weapons and armor for the servant soldiers.
If they really fought, Ye was confident that he could deal with these guys.
However, he wasn't confident that he could remain unscathed.
Therefore, he gestured for the spider to calm down and observe the attitude of these fellows first.
If he could rope in most of the thousand or so Rat Folk slave soldiers in the training camp to his side, he would definitely be able to do so.
The ratty bodyguards following Wildhammer didn't dare to stop him.
The servant soldiers, who did not know the truth of the miracles but did not have a leader and a commander, heard the explosions, collapses, and shouts all over the place. They were so anxious that they were running around like ants on a hot pan, but they were also like headless flies in a glass bottle, crashing into everything.
Someone said, "The Giant-horned Rat God has already descended. If we want to regain our freedom, this is the best chance. We should charge out!"
Someone else said, "Rush out? Where are you going? Who knows what the environment outside is like? You have to know that the huge army formed by hundreds of thousands of clan warriors is stationed next to Blackhorn City! Although they were scattered and even chaotic because of the actual combat drill, it won't take much time for them to regroup and enter the city! When the army returns to the city and carries out a thunderous suppression, won't the rebellious Rat God die? "
Someone else said, "Since the miracles have already descended, it means that the Giant-horned Rat God must have prepared an escape route for all the Rat Folk outside. As long as we escape before the Bloodhoof Army returns to the city, we will have a chance to escape the Bloodhoof Warriors' inescapable net."
Of course, there were also people who asked, "What if there is no escape route? Even if there is, where can the escape route lead to? Even if we can escape from Blackhorn City, where can we go? You have to know that all the mandala trees in the entire Turanze Lake have been harvested, and all the mandala fruits have been divided up by the major forces. If we don't rely on a powerful force, even if we can escape from Blackhorn City, we will only starve to death! "
For a moment, everyone was talking at the same time, each with their own opinions.
The questions and concerns they raised were not without reason.
Some of the hotheads had heard the explosion outside the window. They had been driven by their hot blood and wanted to charge out without a care for anything else.
After calming down, they felt their shoulders pressed down by a pair of invisible iron hands, and they sat down dejectedly once again.
Wildhammer's house rat soldiers took the opportunity to get up and seal the door and windows.
They had not completely recovered their ability to fight.
However, they still had the strength to threaten.
"All of you, stay where you are obediently. Let's see who dares to run!"
The captain of the guards glared at them. "Lord Wildhammer is guarding the entire arena outside. No matter how fast you run, can you outrun Lord Wildhammer's iron fists?
"Whoever dares to run will be captured by Lord Wildhammer, skinned, and hung on the flagpole. You will be in pain for ten days and ten nights, and you will die of pain!"
These words were like an iron hammer.
It crushed the restless thoughts of many of the rat people and servant soldiers.
Indeed, as one of the four trump cards of the Blood Skull Arena, Wildhammer's tyrannical and terrifying strength had long been deeply imprinted in the hearts of every rat soldier.
If Wildhammer flew into a rage, all of them would be crushed into pieces.
Seeing this, Ye was anxious. He scratched his ears and cheeks, not knowing how to boost the morale.
At this moment, there was a crashing sound. Something had smashed a hole in the roof.
That thing was dragging a few knotted cowhide whips behind it. They formed a long rope, and it fell from the roof that was more than ten arms high.
The long cowhide rope made a "pa" sound, and that thing fell to the same height as everyone's line of sight. It swayed left and right like a huge pendulum.
Everyone fixed their eyes on it, and they were all shocked.
It turned out to be … It turned out to be …
"Lord Wildhammer!"
The house rat soldiers under Wildhammer all felt as if they had been struck by lightning, as if they had fallen into an ice cave. They could not believe it.
After a long time, they finally screamed like pigs being butchered.
The rest of the servant soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment. They blinked, rubbed, and squeezed their eyes together, finding it hard to believe that the guy who had been stripped naked, tied up like a pig, and dragged down from the roof with a swollen face that even his parents could not recognize was Wilbur Hammer, who had been brimming with killing intent and arrogance a moment ago!
What was even more shocking was that the skin on Wildhammer's forehead had been cut with a sharp blade, and there was a bloody pattern there.
It seemed to be the mark of the Great Horned Rat God!
"This is … the mark of the Night Devil!"
"The Night Devil has appeared again!"
"Wasn't the messenger of the Great Horned Rat God, the Night Devil, a fake, and a spy sent by the Golden Clan to the Blood Hoof Clan?"
"Don't be silly. How could a spy cause such a huge commotion? Since the Great Horned Rat God is real, and the miracles of the Great Horned Rat God are real, the messenger of the Great Horned Rat God is naturally real too! The Night Devil is in the Blood Skull Arena. He has come to save us on behalf of the Great Horned Rat God! "
For a moment, the rat people and servant soldiers were all excited.
Their eyes, which had been filled with fog and could not see clearly just a moment ago, were now lit up with a new light.
Leaf, who knew part of the truth, was even more dumbfounded. It was as if a huge war drum was rumbling in his mind.
"What's going on?"
The rat people youth asked himself. "Wasn't it the Reaper who lured Wildhammer away just now? Why was Wildhammer subdued by the Night Devil in such a short time and reduced to such a sorry state?
"Could it be …"
Ye took a deep breath and stopped himself from letting his imagination run wild.
He had long known that the Reaper was very strong.
However, he did not expect the Reaper to be this strong.
Then, he must also do his best to complete the Reaper's task. He could not be underestimated by such a strong expert!
Thinking of this, Leaf suddenly stood up and pointed at Wildhammer, who was unconscious and had urinated in his pants. He no longer had the image of an honorable warrior, and shouted in a voice that shook the entire training camp, "Even Wildhammer has been taken care of by the Night Devil. How long are we going to be conflicted? Do you think that if we sit here obediently and wait for the Bloody Hoof Army to return to the city, we will have a good time?
"That won't happen. Blackhorn City is in such a big mess. The warriors of the Bloodhoof Clan will never believe any of us. Even if we don't run, they won't believe that we 'don't want to run'. They will only think that we 'can't run, can't run'!
"If we continue to work for the Bloody Hoof Warriors, the only outcome we will get is that they will tighten their control over us and exhaust the 'disloyal' rat folk slave soldiers on the battlefield as soon as possible with the harshest methods!"
These words were like a clap of thunder that tore apart the last dark cloud that covered the hesitant fellows' eyes.
That's right, most of them were "wild rats" that had just been caught not long ago and had only been tamed halfway.
Even if they said that they had completely forgotten the blood feud …
The Bloody Hoof Warriors would not believe them, either.
When the high and mighty warriors of the clan maintained the illusion that they were unparalleled and invincible, their arrogance could make them ignore the loyalty of the rat people.
After all, no matter how much the rat people hated them, they could not cause any trouble.
However, the serial explosions in Black Horn City showed that the angry rat people could not only cause trouble but also turn the world upside down!
Half of the clan warriors were exasperated, and the other half were scared. They would never trust the rat people anymore.
At the very least, they would not trust the rat people, who had seen with their own eyes how vulnerable Black Horn City was and how ugly the warriors were!
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