As a result, many Blood Hoof Warriors from the local towns were either working but not working. Even if they discovered the temple thieves, they did not have to risk their lives to fight them.
They were more wary of the Black Horn City warriors around them than of the temple thieves.
Some of the local Blood Hoof Warriors even gathered together in secret, whispering to each other. There was no telling what they were planning.
The Game of the Brave had just ended for a day. Between the Taurens and the Boar-Men, between the Elephant-Men and the Centaurs, between different families, between Blackhorn City and the local towns … In a situation where resources were limited, there were conflicts everywhere. How could it be so easy to become close and united?
Right when the situation was already in chaos, something even worse happened.
Both the temple thieves and the Blood Hoof Warriors got in touch with the weapons, armors, and secret drugs worshiped in the temple. Enshrouded by the powerful totem power and the souls of the ancestors, they lost their sanity and turned into Origin Warriors!
It must be noted that the ancient weapons, armors, and secret drugs were worshiped in the temple instead of being used in a real battle because they were too domineering, too dangerous, and too unstable.
It was because they were too domineering, dangerous, and unstable. They were like crystal bombs that could explode at any moment.
In order to control the ancient weapons, armors, and secret drugs perfectly, other than a suitable candidate with a firm will, one had to pass multiple tests, receive the treatment of the witch doctors, and receive the blessings of the priests.
Otherwise, it was very likely that one would be mentally deranged and end up as the puppets of the weapons and armors, or that one would turn into a beast that knew nothing but killing the moment they took the secret drugs.
When the temple thieves stole the ancient weapons, armors, and secret drugs, they were rather careful. They isolated them with the secret stabilizing drugs and thick totem beast skins. They did not touch the highly dangerous ancient weapons and armors at all.
Their original plan was to send the ancient weapons and armors that contained terrifying power out of Black Horn City, and then slowly activate them and try to control them.
However, when the few temple thieves were surrounded by ten times the number of Blood Hoof Warriors and had nowhere to go, what choice did they have?
Other than spraying their blood on the ancient weapons and armors and drinking the secret drugs that were bubbling or spluttering so that their lives would blossom like fireworks and their combat ability would be multiple times higher than usual, what other choice did they have?
The same thing did not only happen to the temple thieves.
It also happened to many third-rate warriors from marginal families and small towns.
One had to know that most ancient weapons and armors that contained powerful totem power.
It possessed an incomparably mysterious and bizarre magnetic field.
It had a fatal attraction to third-rate warriors who came from the backwater.
Perhaps, these third-rate warriors had heard of the terror of the Origin Warriors in the past.
However, when they accidentally obtained a "divine weapon" or a bottle of secret medicine that emitted a faint fluorescent light that looked like a whirlpool, they were shocked.
Their souls seemed to have been sucked away. Often, before they realized what was going on, they had already grabbed their divine weapons, put on their armors, and swallowed their secret medicines. Eventually, they would metamorphose into half-flesh and half-machine monsters that were neither human nor ghost!
The appearance of the Origin Warriors was akin to adding fuel to the fire.
Right now, the battle in Blackhorn City was no longer as simple as the Bloodhoof Warriors fighting against the temple thieves or the Bloodhoof Warriors suppressing the Rat Militia.
The Bloodhoof Warriors fought against the temple thieves.
The Bloodhoof Warriors from Blackhorn City fought against the Bloodhoof Warriors from the local towns.
The Bloodhoof Warriors and the temple thieves who were still rational had to be wary of the deformed, crazy, half-human, half-metal Origin Warriors!
Plus, the fire was still spreading.
The communication and command of the two parties had been torn to shreds.
In the eyes of the Bloodhoof Warriors, who were tense and exhausted, the hideous laughter of the temple thieves and the howls of the Origin Warriors seemed to be everywhere behind the raging fire. Every living thing that was still moving was an enemy!
With the battle coming to this point, both the chief and the priests of the Bloodhoof Clan and the mastermind who planned the arrival of the Great Horned Rat God had completely lost control of the situation.
In such a chaotic war where everybody fought everybody, numbers and scale were no longer the key to victory. From a certain point of view, they had even become a burden.
The side with the fewest numbers but the clearest heads, and no one knew of their existence, was the true winner!
Meng Chao and the Ice Tornado held their breaths and suppressed their heartbeats to the minimum. They curled up in a triangular space formed by collapsed walls, broken pillars, and the ground. They quietly watched an Origins Warrior walk past them, right before their eyes.
Before this Origin Warrior transformed, he had been fatally injured. There was a terrifying hole in his abdomen, and a large number of his organs were gone. Even the vertebrae that supported his upper and lower body were mostly broken.
No matter how great the vitality of a high-grade orc was, after suffering such a heavy injury, he should not have been able to move at all.
However, a totem armor that had thousands of years of history tightly wrapped around his incomplete body. It was embedded deep into his flesh, and part of the armor had even turned into skeleton-like support pillars that filled up the hole in his abdomen. There were also a large number of sharp needles poking out of his white flesh, making him look like a huge steel hedgehog. He looked funny and monstrous.
Even his eyeballs had been replaced by two sharp needles that protruded out of his eye sockets.
The needles were covered in cuneiform, and they shone with a dangerous red light. They were like two fire snakes that kept scanning the area.
There were a few times when the Origin Warrior's gaze almost landed on Meng Chao and the hailstorm's feet.
But in the end, he was still attracted by the commotion on the other side of the wall. He roared and crashed into the wall, which was already on the verge of collapse.
On the other side of the wall were three Blood Hoof Warriors who were searching for the temple thieves.
The moment they saw the Origin Warrior, the muscles of the three Blood Hoof Warriors stiffened.
But in the face of the Origin Warrior who pounced on them like a madman, the three Blood Hoof Warriors could not retreat. They could only brace themselves and fight against the killing machine that had lost its mind.
The two sides fought until the sky darkened, and they gradually moved further away.
Meng Chao and the hailstorm sighed in relief and climbed out of the depths of the broken wall.
They were not afraid of the Origin Warrior or the three Blood Hoof Warriors.
But they did not want to get entangled with these people so that they would not leave too many traces.
"I really did not expect that the mighty Blood Hoof Army, the mighty Black Horn City, would become like this!"
The hailstorm looked at the smoke, flames, and battle cries on the battlefield and sighed from the bottom of her heart.
Although she did not have a good impression of the Blood Hoof Clan.
After all, this was the place where she had lived for two years.
When the dozens of battle groups of the Blood Hoof Clan gathered into a neat square formation and marched with deafening footsteps to the Blood Hoof Temple outside the city, the murderous and awe-inspiring scene left a very deep impression on her.
She did not expect that the mastermind behind the scenes did not reveal his true face at all. With just the temple thieves, the rat people's militia, and the temple thieves, the mighty Blood Hoof Clan had been reduced to such a pathetic state.
Meng Chao had a deeper understanding of the chaos in Black Horn City.
In a sense, the warriors of the Blood Hoof Clan were not defeated by the methane explosion, the rat people's militia, and the temple thieves.
Their greatest enemy was none other than themselves.
There was a limit to the size of any ancient army.
Because the size of an army was not only limited by the population and logistics, it was also closely related to the organization, communication, and commanding abilities. In fact, it was also greatly related to the soldiers' cultural quality and ideological education.
Even if a feudal dynasty had a population of hundreds of millions, it was impossible for them to gather an army of one million in one go.
Because of the limitations in communication, organization, logistics, and commanding abilities, even the most brilliant general could not effectively command all the people in an army of one million, or even most of them.
Before the entire civilization evolved into an industrial society and an information society, one hundred thousand soldiers and hundreds of thousands of servant soldiers was already the limit of an ancient army.
And the Turan civilization was far from the word "feudal".
The standard of their civilization was between "clan" and "nomadic".
It was already very good if they could effectively organize and command an army of tens of thousands or at most a hundred thousand people.
But because of the unique history of the Turan civilization, they relied on the Mandala Fruit and the blessings of the ancestors to create an unlimited number of soldiers. In one go, they gathered an army of one million around Black Horn City, which completely surpassed the limits of the entire civilization.
If they did things step by step and went through a series of actual battles, the army would slowly get used to each other.
And they would continuously use slogans such as "supreme glory" and "the ancestors are waiting for us in the sacred mountain" to unify the will of the one million army.
Then, the army could somewhat maintain its organization.
At least they could charge to the Land of Holy Light in a disorderly manner.
But when they formed the army in a hurry, they ran into such a troublesome situation and were forced into an incredibly chaotic street battle.
The Blood Hoof Army was bound to be crushed by their own weight.
But to Meng Chao, the chaos of the Blood Hoof Army was not bad news.
But he still frowned.
Meng Chao remembered clearly that in his previous life, the defeat of the Chaos Faction in the Other World War was related to the help the Holy Light Faction received from the so-called "True God".
But it was also related to the lack of organization and discipline in the Chaos Faction. Or rather, the standard of their civilization was too backward.
The Other World War was bound to break out.
And because of Dragon City's geographical location and the needs of society and economy, they could only choose the Chaos Faction.
In this situation, when he saw the main force of the Chaos Faction, the high-grade orc army, in such a state, how could Meng Chao be happy?
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