With that thought in mind, most of the one thousand rat soldiers stood up.
Under the lead of Leaf and the other twenty-nine veterans Meng Chao had personally chosen, they gathered into a scorching torrent and rushed to the gate of the training camp.
The eyes of the rat soldiers who stared at Wildhammer shone with a dark light.
Wildhammer's rat soldiers were like stray dogs whose backs had been broken. They could not even straighten their backs.
Terrified, they asked fiercely, "What … What do you want? Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Hmph, even your master was beaten to a pulp by the Night Devil. Why are you lackeys still so proud?"
Spider hid in the crowd and said in a strange tone, "Be careful, when the Blood Hoof Army returns to the city, you'll be buried with Wildhammer!"
These words made the faces of all the family rats' bodyguards turn pale.
The Turan civilization did not have a tradition of being buried with the dead.
After the glorious warriors died, they had to go to the Holy Mountain, where they fought forever in the day and partied forever at night, to join the ranks of the ancestral spirits.
The lowly rat people were clearly not qualified to enter the Holy Mountain after death.
Since they did not have the same destination, it was meaningless to be buried with them.
However, their master, Wildhammer, was heavily injured and had probably lost most of his combat ability.
Now that the Night Devil had branded such a humiliating mark on his forehead, he would probably never be able to raise his head in the circle of glorious warriors again.
The rat soldiers could not continue to serve Wildhammer.
If they were assigned to someone else, it was naturally impossible for them to continue serving as the rat people's soldiers, and they would probably end up as cannon fodder.
Sooner or later, they would have to face the claws of the lions and tigers, the arrows of the elves, the cannons of the dwarves, and the spells of the holy light humans.
Thinking of that, Wildhammer's rat soldiers were full of bitterness. How could they still have any fighting spirit?
"If you don't want to die, charge out with us!"
Leaf took the opportunity to encourage them. "If you stay in Black Horn City, only death will await you because you can't protect your master. But if you fight for the Horned Rat God and the rat people, we, who have received harsh training and are adept at fighting, will definitely find a way out!
"Stop hesitating. The tradition of the Turanians is to submit to the strong. Look at Wildhammer's miserable appearance. Is he really worth your loyalty?"
These words caused many of Wildhammer's rat-like bodyguards to lower their heads and shift their gazes to the sides.
Only a small number of diehard members were still gritting their teeth and standing where they were.
There were only a few dozen of them.
Now that things had come to this, Ye no longer wasted his breath. With a cold snort, he strode forward and crashed straight into the captain of Wildhammer's bodyguards.
The captain of the bodyguards had actually heard of this young man who was "born with divine strength".
But he was still deceived by Yezi's baby face.
Just as he was about to draw his saber, Ye suddenly sped up and crashed into his chest at lightning speed.
"Bang!" Both sides collided with each other.
It must be noted that most of Wildhammer's bodyguards were as tall and strong as him. They were also wearing well-forged metal armor, and they looked like iron and bronze statues.
Even though Ye had gained more than ten kilograms of muscle due to Meng Chao's modifications, he still looked tall and thin, since he had also grown like a bamboo shoot after a rain.
Based on the comparison of their bodies, everyone thought that Ye would crash into an iron plate and bounce back.
But to their surprise, the captain of Wildhammer's bodyguards grunted and was sent flying more than ten arm lengths away. He crashed into the wall and let out another muffled sound of his tendons breaking. He slid down in a crooked manner and fell limp on the ground. He stopped moving.
At the moment he crashed into the bodyguard, Ye reacted quickly. He drew the broadsword from the man's waist and used the momentum to slash down. Two visible ripples appeared in the air, and they let out buzzing sounds.
The rat man teenager's gaze followed the ripples and looked at the other diehard members.
These people did not expect that Ye, who seemed to be still wet behind the ears, would possess such astonishing strength.
They gulped laboriously, and before their brains could react, their legs started trembling and turning limp.
"Let's go!"
Ye puffed out his chest and swung his saber. "Next, we will fight for ourselves!"
…
Meng Chao stood at the highest spot on the roof of the training camp. In the shadows shrouded in smoke, he watched Ye charge out with a large group of rat people.
The rat man teenager's growth was much faster than he had imagined. Perhaps he could look forward to the seed he had casually planted growing into a towering tree in the near future.
Even though one tree could not change the future …
But if one hundred, one thousand, or even ten thousand trees were gathered together, they might be able to change the world and create a new world.
'I've finally sent Ye and the others away. Now, I can … run wild to my heart's content!'
Meng Chao's gaze moved past the chaotic Blood Skull Coliseum and landed on the burning Black Corner City.
Aside from the holes that were shaped like a hornet's nest, there were no decorations on his mask, which was as smooth as a mirror. He grinned.
Tapping against the ground with the tip of his foot, he leaped and drew a mysterious arc in the smoke-filled air, surpassing Leaf and the rest of the warriors. He landed right behind the Blood Hoof Warriors, who were yelling and waving their battle axes and heavy swords in an attempt to restore order, right in front of the path that the warriors were taking.
The bloody hooves warriors who stayed behind to guard Blood Skull Coliseum were old and crippled. They could not stand up to Meng Chao, who was gradually recovering his strength and had reached Heaven Realm again.
To fight against them, Meng Chao did not even need to use the curved blades that extended from behind his elbows.
With just a light slash from his hand, he could accurately grasp the gap between their cervical vertebrae and the back of their necks based on the subtle feedback from the totem armor. Then, he delivered spirit energy that trembled at a high frequency at just the right time to scatter their cervical vertebrae.
Their cervical vertebrae were dislocated, and they fell limp on the ground. They could not even cry out in surprise.
If they did not want to be paralyzed for the rest of their lives, they could only lie where they were and wait for the witch doctors to save them.
At that moment, Blood Skull Coliseum was the best hunting ground for Ghost Assassins.
Meng Chao knocked down more than ten bloody hooves warriors in a row and successfully opened up a green tunnel for Ye and the others to rush out of Blood Skull Coliseum.
He did not even allow the other party to see his true appearance, nor did he allow the other party to successfully swing his sword at him.
In fact, compared to these Blood Hoof Warriors who were missing arms and legs, it was the Totem Armor itself that brought him more trouble.
'Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! '
When he ambushed the bloody hooves warriors, the totem armor stimulated his auditory nerves nonstop. It was as if there were more than one hundred bloodthirsty flies buzzing in his ears.
All kinds of stimulating and alluring sound and visual effects appeared in his vision. For example, the critical parts of the Bloody Hoof Warriors were marked with glittering arrows, luring him to attack.
His dopamine and endorphin levels also increased uncontrollably. Soon, they broke through their limits, and he approached the abyss of spirit energy deviation.
This made Meng Chao once again confirm that the totem armor was an incredibly dangerous ultimate weapon for individual soldiers.
It was because it had a very advanced, or perhaps too advanced, strong artificial intelligence operating system.
This strong artificial intelligence was infused into liquid metal through unbelievable technology. It could continuously learn the thoughts and fighting styles of each generation's masters to optimize its own skills and tactics. It could also use the illusionary and realistic sound and visual effects to imitate the image of its previous masters.
It was the ancestral spirit or war soul that the high-grade orcs worshiped.
In the end, it would use its fighting intelligence that far surpassed that of a physical body to subtly influence its new master.
It would make the new master gradually accept its rational suggestions and listen to everything it said. Then, the new master would completely let go of his will and turn into the totem armor's puppet, a slave to his desire to kill, and a machine that only knew how to destroy.
In other words, the totem armor could increase the wearer's fighting strength and survivability on the battlefield by a large margin.
But as long as the wearer wore the totem armor, they would turn into the purest, most thorough, and most extreme warriors. They would treat fighting as the only meaning in their lives.
Meng Chao did not know how the ancestors of the high-grade orcs had created such a terrifying ultimate weapon for individual soldiers.
He felt that the reason why the Turan civilization had declined to its current state, to the point where they ate raw meat and drank blood, was related to the totem armor.
For example, if the best in a civilization only thought about fighting and killing, and the people who did all the work other than fighting and killing were "lowly rat people", they would not be able to do anything else.
How could this sort of civilization continue to develop and create even greater glory?
From this point of view, the totem armor and the Mandala Tree were the same.
They helped the Turan civilization continue to exist in an extreme manner for thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years.
But they locked down and even killed the civilization. Aside from continuously waging war and sinking into a cycle of slaughter, they had no other possibilities.
Even though Meng Chao knew this very well …
He still chose to drink poison to quench his thirst.
He believed that he could withstand the negative effects of the totem armor.
He could only use the totem armor to continuously evolve and become stronger to complete his mission to save Dragon City.
Even if he could not withstand it …
As long as he could push Dragon City's future in the direction of preventing destruction by one meter … No, even if he pushed it by one centimeter or one millimeter, it would be worth it, right?
Besides, he still had Kindling!
To his surprise and delight, Meng Chao discovered that as he went around the Game of the Brave, looted the burning house, and fished in troubled waters, more totem beast flesh and blood appeared.
Once he wolfed down more totem beast flesh and medicine created by the witch doctors, his blood vessels and spirit meridians continued filling up.
While his blood vessels and spirit meridians were filling up, the fire seed that had been sleeping in the depths of his brain for a long time also showed signs of waking up.
Even though Kindling still did not give him any new quests …
He could not exchange for new skills either.
However, every time the strong artificial intelligence on the totemic armor flashed information in front of his eyes and chattered in his ears, the tinder would always shine and emit a strong light to protect his mind and keep him awake.
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