Before the Hooded Cloaks who entered the Blood Skull Temple discovered the truth that the temple was empty and came out in a rage, Meng Chao and the ice storm left the Blood Skull Coliseum quietly like two shadowless ghosts.
At that moment, Black Horn City was still in chaos.
Groups of rat people were everywhere. Under the lead of the Hooded Cloaks, they attacked the walls and fortifications, as well as the granaries and arsenals that had already been destroyed.
First, they attacked from the front and used the lives of hundreds of rat people slave workers to whittle down the strength of the clan warriors and the sharpness of their weapons.
The hooded cloaks appeared from the darkness at the most crucial moment and delivered a fatal blow to the exhausted warriors of the clan.
When they ran into something that was too difficult to deal with, they exploded it from underground.
With this method, dozens of coliseums and the granaries and arsenals of various families were broken through, swept away, and devoured by the rat people's frenzy.
The Mandala Fruits that the recruitment team had obtained from the rat people's villages and the weapons that the rat people had created after squeezing out the flesh and blood of the rat people's slave workers returned to the arms of their true owners.
After eating their fill of the Mandala Fruits, the rat people were fully armed, and they even smeared the blood on their faces from the mangled corpses of the clan warriors. Gradually, they turned into a proper revolutionary army.
However, to the rat people, the real challenge had just begun.
The Blood Hoof Clan's battle groups, which were practicing in the wild dozens of kilometers away from Black Horn City, had finally regained their organization and order.
The anxious Blood Hoof Clan's powerful warriors, high-grade priests, and chiefs had come up with a strategy to return to Black Horn City and suppress the rat people's revolutionary army.
The enraged Blood Hoof Clan's army marched forward with footsteps that could crush rocks, and they charged toward Black Horn City, which was right in front of them.
The greatest difference between a revolutionary army that had been formed in a hurry and had no experience and an iron-blooded army that had been through hundreds of battles was that they could let go, but not withdraw.
Under the stimulation of their passion and fervent beliefs, it was possible for the rat people's revolutionary army, which had just been armed, to charge at their enemies without fear of death. They could even fight until their entire army was wiped out.
But at this moment, the heads of many of the rats were burning because of the series of "victories" and the trophies that filled the entire valley.
It was to the extent that they were wild with joy, to the point that they forgot their original and most important goal, which was to escape from Blackhorn City.
Three to five months ago, or even earlier, the messengers who had infiltrated their ranks and instilled in them that "the Great Horned Rat God will descend, and all the rat people will be saved and build their own glorious clan" — those hooded cloaks had also mysteriously disappeared at this time.
As a result, although the morale of the Rat Folk Revolutionary Army was higher than ever after they seized a lot of arsenals and granaries, their organizational abilities were greatly weakened, and they became a motley crew armed to the teeth.
Many of the Rat Militia were trapped in front of the furnaces and anvils of the forging workshops before they rose up in revolt.
The sharpest method they had seen of the clan warriors was nothing more than the spiked whip in the hands of the supervisor.
They did not have a clear understanding of the combat ability of the clan warriors like the rat people in the arena did.
After killing the warriors of the third-rate clans who were guarding the granaries and arsenals with the ambush of the hooded cloaks, many of the revolutionary army even had the childish thought that the clan warriors were only so-so. With the blades, armor, and shields in the arsenals, and with the burning, dilapidated walls, they might be able to clash with the Bloody Hooves Legion.
Of course, even if they wanted to escape from Blackhorn City at this moment, it would not be so easy.
They had already found, excavated, and reconnected a lot of secret tunnels that had been left thousands of years ago below Blackhorn City under the lead of the Rat God's messengers, and they could directly escape out of the city.
However, it was not easy to find the passageways when the whole city was on fire, smoke, fire, and chaos.
Moreover, there were millions of Ratfolk living in the entire Blackhorn City.
All of them swarmed forward, and soon, the secret escape passage was completely packed.
In order for most of the rat people to escape from Blackhorn City successfully, they needed time.
Time was even more precious than the Golden Fruit and the Totem Beast's flesh.
In such a chaotic environment, Meng Chao and the Ice Storm put away their Totem Armor, smeared a lot of black mud on their faces and bodies, and put on a few rags to disguise themselves as ordinary rat people.
Passing through the Rat Folk Revolutionary Army, whose eyes were bloodshot and faces were filled with excitement as they shouted hysterically but meaninglessly, they found the high ground nearby.
It was a large water tower.
It was also an architectural marvel left by the ancient Turan people.
The clean water stored in it could satisfy the daily consumption of thousands of clan warriors.
Therefore, the outer wall of the water tower was as hard as iron. Even in the terrible environment where the whole city was exploding, it was not destroyed. There were only a few cracks and some water leaked out.
From this water tower, one could have a panoramic view of the noble area where the warriors of the clan lived and the deep mansions and courtyards.
Meng Chao activated his supernatural vision and saw a few figures covered in gray linen on the water tower, almost blending into the environment.
They should be the watchposts of the rat people.
They did not move for a full three minutes, almost blending into the environment.
If Meng Chao had not gathered his spirit energy on his retina and cones, and had rich experience in lurking, it would have been difficult for him to notice their existence.
With this level of tactical attainment, it was impossible for them to be normal rat people. They must be elite rat people trained by the mastermind for years.
Meng Chao gestured to the Ice Storm, telling her to go up and get rid of them.
The Ice Storm also gestured to say, "These people are high up and have no blind spots. It's easy to get rid of them, but it's very difficult to not make any noise and make them unable to send a message."
Since they were elites, they must have something like a signal flare. With a slight twist, a spin, or a pull, their companions would notice.
Meng Chao agreed with the Ice Storm's judgment.
He quickly scanned the battlefield. All sorts of information turned into complicated data in his mind, including the wind direction and speed. In an instant, they formed a simple and effective battle plan.
Meng Chao bent his back like a huge gecko and moved quietly among the broken walls.
Soon, he snuck to the southwest of the water tower and arrived behind a burning house.
The house was already very brittle because of the flames.
Even the beams and pillars inside were making cracking sounds.
Meng Chao circled to the back of the house, calculated the angle, and stomped on it. The house collapsed.
Along with the tumbling pillars, the fire spread in all directions, igniting more houses nearby.
Smoke immediately spread out, and it was much thicker than before. With the southeast wind pushing it, it floated to the water tower.
Just when the smoke blocked the vision of the sentries on the water tower, Meng Chao and the Ice Storm turned into two arrows that left their bows.
Meng Chao and Hailstorm turned into two arrows that left their bows. They charged forward without touching the dust on their feet among the broken walls.
When the smoke scattered, they were already under the water tower. They stuck close to the wall and were in the sentries' blind spots.
Meng Chao closed his eyes and adjusted the sensitivity of his cochlea and eardrums to the highest.
Immediately, he heard the clear sound of a heartbeat, lungs expanding, blood flowing, and intestines squirming.
There were three sentries on the water tower.
Based on the standards of the rat people, their fighting strength was pretty strong.
But to Meng Chao and the hailstorm, they were nothing.
The two of them looked at each other, and without even coming up with a plan, they jumped up at the same time.
When they instantly climbed to a height of dozens of arm's length and jumped up the water tower, the three sentries were still curled up in gray sackcloth and focused on the battle around them.
They did not realize that they were already three pieces of fish on the chopping board.
Then, when Meng Chao grabbed one of the sentries' ankles and shook him so hard that his joints broke. He was in so much pain that he wanted to die, and he could no longer move, the other two sentries noticed that something was wrong.
One of the sentries had just jumped up and only managed to draw his saber by his waist halfway when he was hit by a huge block of ice formed by the water vapor gathered by the hailstorm.
At that moment, the flames in Black Corner City evaporated blood, causing the smoke to turn red. It was sticky and moist.
The ice lump that was easily formed by the hailstorm was also like a sparkling and translucent red crystal. However, it completely swallowed the sentinel and froze him in the ice.
The third sentries was scared out of his wits.
He made a prompt decision and gave up on drawing his saber. Instead, he brought out a long and thin metal tube from his bosom.
It should be something like a signal or a firework.
But before he could break the ring at the bottom of the metal tube, Meng Chao flicked his fingers.
They hit dozens of joints and numb tendons on his body at the same time, making his fingers feel as if they had been electrocuted.
The hailstorm also released a layer of ice fog in time and froze his hands, as if they were shackles made of ice.
In the end, the sentries fell limp on the ground.
Meng Chao pounced forward and grabbed the man's chin so that he would not let out a sound of alarm.
At the same time, he released a murderous aura and asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Who is your leader?"
But the sentries were not affected by his murderous aura at all.
Instead, his murderous aura activated a certain area in his brain.
His eyes immediately turned red, and his expression was both fanatical and savage.
"The Big-horned Rat God has already descended. The blood of millions of rat people has long since drowned all of Tulan Lake. The glorious Big-horned Tribe will definitely rise to power in this sea of blood!"
Meng Chao had his chin seized, but he still struggled and squeezed out those words through gritted teeth.
Meng Chao frowned a little and slashed the elite rat person's neck with a backhand, knocking him out.
"It's not easy to pry open the mouths of these stubborn people. Besides, I reckon that they're just chess pieces and tools. They don't know the real secret. They think that the one they believe in and serve is really the Big-horned Rat God!" Meng Chao said to the hailstorm.
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