In order to receive the hundreds of thousands of rat people, they would be able to successfully escape from Blackhorn City.
Naturally, there was more than one messenger of the rat god who had infiltrated Blackhorn City.
Other than the temple thieves who were good at hiding and breaking mechanisms.
There were also many messengers of the rat god, elite warriors who were good at fighting to the death.
Even compared to the Blood Hoof Warriors, they were slightly inferior.
However, the mobility of the Blood Hoof Warriors was firmly held back by the hundreds of fearless Rat Folk Revolutionary Army, and their explosive power was almost exhausted.
The sudden attacks of a few messengers of the rat god still had a chance to easily reap the lives of the Blood Hoof Warriors.
When seven or eight Blood Hoof Warriors were silently swallowed by the tide of rat people while they were charging and killing, the rest of the Blood Hoof Warriors finally came back to their senses.
The remaining Blood Hooves Warriors finally realized that there was an extremely dangerous assassin lurking among the seemingly weak rebel army of the rats.
They could only change their strategy and slow down the pace of attack. They tried to peel and divide the rat people army layer by layer like peeling an onion from the outside.
As a result, the speed of their advance was greatly reduced.
In short, the two sides were in a temporary stalemate in the northern part of the city.
Because the Blood Hoof Warriors had limited troops and lacked the desire to attack, they could not break through the middle of the tide of rat people and divide and annihilate them.
However, because of their constant harassment, it caused the rat people army to be in an extremely chaotic state.
Many rat people, when forced to a dead end, could summon the courage to die together with them. They charged fearlessly towards the butcher knives of the Blood Hoof Warriors.
However, the way to escape was right in front of them. The desire to live that came from their genes made them fight to be the first, pushing forward without any regard for anything else.
Until everyone was in a mess, no matter how the messengers of the rat god commanded, they could not restore the order of the fleeing troops.
Such a stalemate was naturally disadvantageous to the fleeing troops.
This was because the main force of the Blood Hoof Army was continuously advancing towards Blackhorn City.
Every half an hour, a Blood Hoof Troop would arrive at Blackhorn City, and they could send more troops into the city.
As for the fire and chaos in Black Horn City, it was impossible for it to continue indefinitely.
When the raging flames that engulfed the entire city were extinguished, and most areas were cleared and controlled, the Blood Hoof Troop could communicate effectively with each other, and the orders from outside the city could reach the elite warriors at the frontlines without any obstruction.
That was the death of the Rat People Revolutionary Army still lingering in Blackcorner City.
"We can't go on like this."
Meng Chao observed for a while and came to a conclusion. 'The rat people are retreating too slowly. Based on this speed, in the end, at least one-third of the rat people will stay in Black Horn City and face the wrath of the Blood Hooves Warriors.'
"There's no other way."
"Their opponents are the ferocious Bloodhoof Warriors. Even if they are afraid of the messenger of the Rat God among them and dare not charge into the depths of the Rat Tide, just by harassing them from the periphery is enough to make the Rat Militia suffer.
"Under such circumstances, it would be great if even half of them could escape, let alone two-thirds of them!"
"That's why we need to think of a way to reduce the pressure on the Rat Folk Revolutionary Army."
Meng Chao's mind raced, and he asked Ice Tornado, "How many extra ancient weapons, armor fragments, and medicine do you have?"
"Not much. I threw it all away just now."
Ice Tornado paused for a moment and could not help but say, "Even in my dreams, I didn't expect that there would be 'extra' in front of the words' ancient weapons, armor fragments, and medicine '!"
"Then take some more from the storage space of the Totem Armor."
When Meng Chao saw the pained look on Ice Tornado's face, he could only say, "Don't be anxious. If we don't sacrifice our children, we won't be able to catch the wolf. Besides, we still don't know whether these people will be alive enough to take these ancient treasures from our hands!"
The two of them moved stealthily to the Bloodhoof Warriors in front of them. They were not too far away, but not too close.
Then, they took a few spoils of war from the Totem Armor.
These were spoils of war that had been worshiped in the temples for at least five hundred years. All of them were murderous and fierce weapons.
Even if the totem power was temporarily sealed, it still trembled slightly and let out faint roars of tigers and dragons.
It was as if they could not wait to release their most violent power and drink the blood and lives of their enemies.
When Meng Chao and Ice Tornado injected a few streams of spirit energy into them, they unlocked the seals and activated the fierce souls. These divine weapons released beams of light that could not be seen by the naked eye, but could be clearly sensed by the Totem Warriors. They were as clear and even piercing as fireflies that were struck by lightning in the dark.
Unsurprisingly, the fierce flames of these divine weapons were instantly sensed by the Bloodhoof Warriors who were suppressing the Rat People's Volunteer Army.
These Bloodhoof Warriors immediately became restless.
"What a strong killing intent!"
"It's … It's the presence of divine weapons!"
"Such surging totemic power … Only a fragment of the 'Millennium Armor' could emit such an aura!"
When they looked at each other, all the Bloodhoof Warriors saw greed and wavering emotions in each other's eyes.
These Bloodhoof Warriors did not come from the rich families in Black Horn City.
The powerful warriors of the rich families were chasing the temple thieves, trying to take back or snatch the ancient treasures.
Only the third-class warriors from the vassal families received vague orders: "Suppress the rat people's riot and restore order in Black Horn City."
But they were not fools.
Soon, they figured out where the powerful warriors of the rich families who had entered the city with them had gone in such a hurry and what they had obtained.
Compared to the powerful warriors of the rich families who had seized a large number of ancient treasures, not only had they made up for all their losses, but they had also made a small fortune.
Suppressing the Rat People's Volunteer Army, who were like crazy demons and fearless of death, was clearly a difficult and unrewarding task.
The Rat People's Volunteer Army was like the stones in the latrine, smelly and hard. If they were not careful, they could knock a few of their teeth off.
Even if they killed a thousand rats in a row, the trophies that they could get would be nothing more than Devil's Snare Fruits soaked in blood, crudely made bone clubs and stone hammers, and the so-called "armor" that the Bloody Hoof Warriors were not interested in at all, which was made of tree bark and bone pieces.
As for the military achievement that the Bloodhoof Warriors valued the most, suppressing the insignificant rat people, what kind of military achievement could it be?
In the future, when they boasted about their martial arts in taverns and casinos, they would not use the example of suppressing the rat people to prove their bravery, would they?
Not to mention, these Rat People who had gone mad were really like demons. They were quite troublesome to deal with.
More than a dozen Blood Hooves Warriors had already disappeared into the seemingly chaotic, noisy, and disorderly crowd of rat people.
Like all the Tulan warriors, the Bloodhoof Warriors were not afraid of death.
But dying at the hands of the powerful warriors of the Golden Clan or the Spellcasters of the Land of Holy Light was one thing.
Dying at the hands of the lowly rat people was another thing.
The former was a glorious sacrifice.
The latter was a curse that was even more terrifying than death!
No one could endure the humiliation of their souls flying to the Sacred Mountain with other sacrifices after they died, only to be discovered by the ancestral souls on the Sacred Mountain that they had died at the hands of the rat people, and then be kicked down from the clouds into the abyss.
Since there was no benefit in actively attacking, and it might even bring eternal humiliation.
No matter how well-developed and brutal the Bloodhoof Warriors were, they would quickly calm down and settle the score.
They did not want to continue being entangled with the rat people for a long time.
And they wanted to join the ranks of "hunting down the temple thieves and taking back the stolen treasure".
But the two sides had already come into contact, and the sinners who "fled from the mere rat people without fighting" were even more humiliating. It was not something that they, who had no background, could afford to bear.
Therefore, they had been "dutifully fulfilling their duties, fighting steadily, and advancing slowly".
Until now, when it was close at hand and emitting the aura of the ancient treasure, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"With a great enemy in front of us, we naturally can't leave the northern area of the city. But the aura of the ancient treasure is coming from nearby. Going over to check it is not a violation of military orders, is it?"
"Of course not. Following the aura of the ancient treasure, it is very likely that we will find the temple thieves. Do you still need to ask yourself which is more important, the rat people rioters or the temple thieves?"
"The rat people rioters are all blocked here, and it is impossible for them to break out of the encirclement for the time being. However, the temple thieves are few in number, and their tracks are mysterious. If we let them slip away right in front of our eyes, they will take away a lot of the treasures in Black Horn City. None of us will be able to bear the consequences!"
All the courage and fighting will of the Bloodhoof Warriors was triggered by the abundant reasons.
They turned their spears around without hesitation and lunged at the place where the ancient treasure was emitting the totemic power.
Then, the farce that had happened dozens of times in Black Horn City earlier was played again.
When the squad of Bloodhoof Warriors reached the place where the ancient treasure was emitting the totemic power, they happened to run into another squad that had come to them after smelling the killing intent.
It was a famous squad that was born and raised in Black Horn City.
But there were only three of them.
When the two parties met, they stared at each other. The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Maybe, if they were given more time to evaluate each other's capabilities, they could reach an amicable agreement, such as "two versus one" or something like that.
However, when both parties were caught unprepared and their nerves were stretched to the limit, the walls on the two sides of the street that they were in, which had been hit by the blast of the explosion and the scorching flames, suddenly collapsed.
For a moment, broken stones were flying everywhere, and the dust blocked everyone's sight.
In the chaos, the shrieks of flying blades came over.
Someone screamed, and blood blossomed in the dust.
"They are taking action!"
There was no telling who shouted the words that sounded like a curse.
The two groups of Bloodhoof Warriors drew out their weapons as if they were possessed and lunged at each other, who were supposed to be fighting side by side.
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