When Casafa arrived at the battlefield two streets away with eight gladiators, the temple thief wearing a hooded cloak was already in a flurry under the pressure of three Bloody Hooves Warriors. He was in a sorry state.
However, it was not necessarily because the temple thief was not strong enough.
The main reason was that this guy was too greedy and had too much loot in his hands. He couldn't even stuff them into the storage space of the totem armor, so he could only tie them on his body, making the hooded cloak bulge out.
Occasionally, when the cloak was torn by the blades of the Bloody Hoof Warriors and the corner of the cloak was lifted, colorful brilliance could be seen inside.
One could not help but wonder just how many good things this fellow had stolen from the various temples.
This was probably the biggest motivation for the three Bloodhoof Warriors to persevere and capture the thief of the temple.
Casa's eyes glittered.
He then quickly observed the emblems on the robes and armor of the three Bloody Hoof Warriors.
He discovered that they were all from a marginal family that did not have much strength.
He sneered and shouted, "All of you, get out of the way! This guy stole the ultimate treasure of the Bloody Hoof Family. Let us deal with him!"
The muscles of the three Bloody Hoof Warriors stiffened. They turned around and saw the eight gladiators who harbored ill intentions, as well as Casa, who was surrounded by murderous intent and was slashing at them like axes. They could not help but secretly complain.
Although the cooked duck had disappeared without a trace, the situation was stronger than the people. In the end, they did not dare to argue with the supreme experts of the Bloodhoof Clan.
Besides, they had only drawn their weapons to help in the first place. Logically speaking, they were not qualified to take any of the loot.
Casa Bloody Hoof's infamy had long spread to the entire Bloody Hoof Army, together with his totemic armor "Lava Fury".
They did not want to be beheaded by the Bloody Hoof Upstart, who had always been known for his dominance, and to die in vain.
Thinking that, the three Bloody Hoof Warriors looked at each other and wisely chose to put away their weapons. Without saying a word, they ran away.
They left very quickly and disappeared behind the flames and smoke in the blink of an eye. They did not even bother to look at the temple thief who was bulging under his hooded cloak.
"At least you know your place!"
Casa nodded in satisfaction. He led a group of gladiators and approached the temple thieves with a ferocious expression.
Unexpectedly, the temple thief, who had been forced into a dead end, had the spirit of a cornered dog that would do something desperate. He took the opportunity when the three Blood Hoof Warriors surrounding him left the battlefield to jump over a short wall and flee into the depths of the broken city ruins without a care for his life.
"Chase!"
Casava was not worried that the temple thieves would escape.
In the fierce battle just now, he had clearly seen that this fellow's right leg had already been cut by three Bloodhoof Warriors. His left knee joint and ankle were also slightly sprained.
Looking at the way he was limping, he definitely couldn't have gone far.
Sure enough, when they turned a corner, they saw the temple thief in front of them using his hands and feet to escape in a fluster.
Turning another corner, he was getting closer and closer to the temple thief.
When he turned the third corner, he seemed to be able to grab the corner of the temple thief's clothes if he extended his hand.
It was just that their luck was not very good. A section of the high wall next to them had been hit by the series of methane explosions, and the foundation of the wall was extremely brittle. At this moment, it suddenly collapsed, separating the temple thief from Casava and the other pursuers. The rising dust greatly hindered the pursuers' vision, giving the temple thief a little more time to breathe.
"This guy sure runs fast. We'll split into three groups. You will surround him from the two sides and go to the front to stop him!"
Casava paused for a moment and carefully recalled the light and runes he had observed from the temple thief's open cloak. He was certain that this was a big fish.
Gritting his teeth, he made a heavy bet. "After we capture this guy, each of us can choose one item from his body!"
With a great reward, there would always be brave men.
The gladiators, who had been loyal to Casava in the first place, were like mad dogs who had been injected with cardiotonic. Crimson air spurted out of their nostrils, and white foam appeared at the corner of their mouths. Roaring, they increased their speed and charged into the smoke, flames, and flying dust.
However, the street had been severely damaged by the series of explosions.
Broken walls that were on the verge of collapse were everywhere, and the floor was in ruins that were extremely brittle.
There were a few warehouses to the side, which contained a large number of warehouses that provided fuel for the entire Black Corner City. They were filled with dried firewood and charcoal. When they were ablaze, the flames would soar into the sky like red dragons. There was no way to extinguish them.
In such a harsh environment, capturing a temple thief who was struggling before his death seemed to be even more difficult than Casava had imagined.
Several times, he saw the thief's body twisting in the flames and smoke like a stray dog.
But when he roared and jumped over the bonfire and ruins, he would always pounce on empty air.
He couldn't help but wonder if what he saw was a mirage or an illusion.
Not only that, Casava also discovered that he had lost contact with eight of his subordinates.
Those guys should be at his flanks.
But the smoke was everywhere, and he could not even see his fingers. Casava and his subordinates tried their best to conceal their auras so that they would not alert the temple thief and alert them.
Even if they were separated by a wall, it was not easy to contact them.
Originally, this problem was very easy to solve.
As long as he released a firework or leaped high into the air, he would be able to easily identify his location and contact his companions.
But on one hand, he did not want to alert the enemy. More importantly, Casava did not want anyone to know that he was catching a big fish.
It must be known that he could crush a wild boar warrior or a third-rate warrior from a family at the edge of a local town with the power of the Bloodhoof Family.
But if he ran into an expert of the same level from the Iron Scales Family, he would not be able to take all the treasures on the "big fish" so easily.
Therefore, Casava would rather spend more effort to ensure that the big fish would fall into his mouth in one piece.
Therefore, Casava would rather spend more effort to ensure that the big fish would fall into his mouth in one piece.
His painstaking efforts were not in vain.
Just as he circled around the area seven or eight times and found nothing, he was so anxious that he wanted to swing his battle axe and smash the entire ruin into pieces …
Suddenly, he heard a weak breathing and heartbeat coming from under a collapsed wall.
He could also vaguely hear the sound of blood dripping to the ground.
Casava raised his eyebrows high.
The battle axe swept horizontally, stirring up a gust of wind that overturned the entire short wall.
Indeed, the temple thief that he had been searching for was curled up under the wall like a rat whose legs had been clipped.
"No wonder I couldn't find him after searching for so many times."
Casava heaved a long sigh of relief and could not help but laugh. "As expected of a rat. He sure knows how to hide!"
Seeing that his final trick had been exposed, the temple thief screamed like an old hen whose throat had been slit. He crawled on all fours and fled into the depths of the ruins, making his last struggle.
This time, Casava's killing intent was like the silk of a tarantula. It was firmly stuck to the temple thief. How could he possibly escape?
Casava just did not want to force the temple thief to activate some ancient weapon or totem armor at all costs, which would then cause him to be devoured by the totem power contained in the divine weapon and turn into an Origin Warrior.
Of course, it would be best if he could keep him alive and interrogate him for information about the mastermind.
Thinking of this, Casava stomped on the ground, not too lightly, and three pieces of gravel flew into the air.
He waved his arm lightly, and the three pieces of gravel immediately shot out. One of them shot toward the temple thief's knees, while the other two shot toward the high walls on both sides of the road in front of the temple thief.
All three pieces of gravel accurately hit their targets.
The temple thief staggered from the shots, and he looked even more pathetic as he fled.
The two high walls in front of him that were already extremely brittle were blasted apart by Casava's gravel. The collapsed bricks and pillars blocked the road firmly, turning it into a dead end.
The temple thief had nowhere to run. He could only brace himself and turn around, trembling as he faced Casava Bloodhoof's rage.
Suddenly, he let out a hysterical scream and took the initiative to pounce at Casava.
From his crooked route, his staggering posture, and his lack of killing intent, Casava could tell that he was desperate.
Rather than saying that he was desperate and wanted to seek glory and a quick death, it would be more accurate to say that his nerves had been completely torn apart by Casava's killing intent.
Rather, it could be said that his nerves were completely torn apart by Kasa's killing intent. He just wanted to quickly end this torment that was worse than death.
Casava curled his lips.
He felt that the temple thief's willpower had already collapsed.
If he could capture him alive, he had a hundred ways to pry open his mouth.
Thinking of this, Casava aimed his battleaxe at the temple thief's heavily injured left leg, which was bleeding non-stop.
In his eyes, this was a tasteless battle.
Every factor was within his calculations.
He could even accurately deduce the maximum twenty-seven variations that the temple thief could make based on this move of his.
Even if the temple thief could explode with three to five times his combat power under the threat of death, he would not be able to escape from him.
But …
Just when his battleaxe flew and stirred up a strong wind, it tore apart the temple thief's overly wide hood and revealed the helmet that completely covered his face.
A sharp gaze that was as sharp as an armor-piercing awl shone from behind the nearly transparent visor.
But in the blink of an eye, it pierced through Casava's totemic armor, chest, heart, and spine, as if a transparent hole had been created on his body. His confidence that he would be able to win completely leaked out from the hole on his back.
In an instant, the temple thief's temperament changed. He was like a completely different person.
A moment ago, this person was still a cowardly, wretched, and panicked rat.
But right now, it had turned into a flood dragon that was lurking in the abyss and could swallow boars, bulls, elephants, wolves, tigers, and leopards that weighed several tons in one bite!
Boom!
Casava's pupils did not even have time to shrink.
The temple thief seemed to be seriously injured. His left leg, which had its joints shattered, released a monstrous force that was as strong as a battering ram. It helped him increase his speed to the maximum, allowing him to dodge Casava's battleaxe and reach Casava's side!
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