Just when the escapees curled up into a ball and buried their mouths, noses, eyes, and ears in the dirt, shrill screeches rose in the air.
The arrows the centaur warriors fired were not normal arrows.
They were made of metal, and cuneiform characters that contained mysterious power were carved on them. The marks were also smeared with secret medicine created by witch doctors and blessed by priests.
Round or triangular holes were drilled on the arrowheads, and crystals rich in spirit energy were embedded in them.
Then, through the fluctuations in their vitality magnetic fields and the tremors in the air caused by the high-speed friction, the arrows were extremely destructive.
They were comparable to the rifle grenades and mortars in Dragon City, and they also contained wind, fire, lightning, and other destructive effects.
The spiritual energy arrow, which had been accelerated to the highest speed, pierced through the sky in the blink of an eye, leaving colorful exhaust flames behind.
At first glance, they looked like rainbows and fireworks.
However, when the "rainbow fireworks" fell near the fugitives, it set off a bloody storm.
Even though they were too far away and it was impossible for the centaur warriors to see the exact location of the escapees hiding in the bushes, the arrows landed on the ground.
However, after each arrow landed on the ground, it would set off a shockwave of death with a diameter of three to five meters or even larger.
After the arrow with a scarlet tail flame fell to the ground, it immediately ignited a raging flame within a radius of three to five meters, burning the fugitives who were hiding inside and causing them to scream in pain.
Once the arrows with blue trails of flames landed on the ground, they turned a circular area of five meters into an incredibly cold ice cave. Many of the escapees did not even have the time to scream. Fatal ice fog crawled into their chests through their mouths and noses. Their hearts and lungs were frozen and cracked.
Once the arrows with golden trails of flames landed on the ground, more than one hundred bolts of lightning appeared in a circular area of eight meters.
The golden electric arc was like a hungry viper, impatiently shooting toward the fugitive who was curled up into a ball, causing the fugitive to twitch all over. His skin was torn and his flesh was torn, and even his charred bones were exposed.
After the arrow with a green tail flame fell to the ground, it absorbed a large amount of the surrounding air and compressed it into dozens of light green wind blades. The wind blades crisscrossed and spread out, cutting the fugitives seven to eight meters away from the landing point of the arrow into pieces. Broken limbs flew in the air along with dark red arrows of blood.
This was the literal meaning of "killing people like cutting grass".
The air was instantly filled with the pungent smell of blood.
The stench of burnt flesh mixed together and turned into a nauseating, hellish stench.
At this time, the second purpose of choosing the dense grass to cover one's field of vision was reflected.
If the rat people wanted to contend against the clan warriors, especially when the two sides had just come into contact, they would have to pay a terrible price.
If it was a battlefield with a clearer field of vision.
They could only watch as their companions were reduced to a tragic state by the centaur warriors' fire arrows, electric arrows, and ice arrows.
The fugitives' morale would be shot to pieces, and it would be impossible for them to gather even the slightest bit of will to fight.
Meanwhile, those who were curled up deep in the bushes and buried their heads in the mud, although they knew that they were silently enduring the slaughter that descended from the sky, they did not personally witness the tragic state of their companions being torn apart. Hence, the survivors could still grit their teeth and persevere.
Of course, if the centaur warriors were not in a hurry to charge and instead circled around them from a distance, then calmly fired arrows at them with a tossing method.
Even the most zealous rat people would break down before the sun set.
But just as Meng Chao had guessed, the centaur warriors did not do that.
After a few dozen arrows were released, the surprise attack from the sky came to an end.
Instead, the tremors caused by the hooves stomping on the ground became stronger and more rapid.
The centaur warriors charged forward.
That was only natural.
If their targets were enemies at the same level as them, such as the warriors of the Golden Clan or the night watchers and magicians from the Land of Holy Light, the centaur warriors would naturally be careful.
They would use volley after volley of arrows to slowly wear down their targets' stamina, spirit energy, and willpower.
In quite a number of war epics that were widely circulated, the centaur warriors even had the patience to spend half a month following their targets from a distance. They would then use an endless stream of arrows to harass their targets day and night.
Only when their enemies' bodies and minds completely broke down would they calmly chase after them and use their longspears to pierce their enemies' hearts.
However, this was not a real battle.
It was just a sloppy "rat extermination operation".
Even though the rat people had caused quite a ruckus in Black Corner City.
The main reason was that the chain explosions had caught the Blood Hoof Clan off guard.
The centaur warriors, whose minds were still filled with glory and arrogance, did not think that there was a need to waste time and empty their quiver while they were hunting a bunch of dirty, weak, and lowly rats on the plains.
When they were chasing these damned rats yesterday, they did not even waste a single arrow.
As long as they slightly increased their speed, aimed their longspears forward, and held their scimitars horizontally on both sides, they would be able to smoothly harvest these insignificant creatures.
The only thing they had to be careful about was not letting the dirty and smelly blood of the rats splatter on their bodies.
Today, it was because of this large group of rats hiding in the bushes that the centaur warriors had wasted dozens of precious arrows.
The centaur warriors moved faster and faster. No one had expected that this would be a preset battlefield.
They had thought that the poor rats were so frightened by yesterday's slaughter that they did not even have the strength to escape. They could only curl up in the seemingly dense bushes like ostriches with their heads buried in the sand, hoping to escape this disaster.
Even when they split open the bushes and discovered the trenches that the fugitives had dug, they did not take it to heart. Instead, they mocked the stupidity of the rats in front of them.
"They want to rely on these trenches and holes to stop the charge of the Blood Hoof Warriors? How is that possible! "
Indeed, the fugitives who were lucky enough to survive the rain of arrows felt the Centaur Warrior's murderous aura pressing down on them. They felt despair as they realized that they were carrying out an impossible mission.
They were discussing "using a slide shovel to deal with a tiger" on the wine table.
It was completely different from being stared at by a huge and ferocious tiger in the forest that was filled with a foul stench.
And the centaur warriors were definitely more terrifying than the ferocious tiger.
Ten times more terrifying.
They seemed to have the upper body of a human and the lower body of a warhorse, and they seemed to be fighting creatures that had walked out of a nightmare. They did not have the tame herbivores.
Many of the centaur warriors had a head full of majestic hair that extended from their backs all the way to the horse's body.
When they moved as fast as lightning, they were like balls of colorful battle flames that lingered around their bodies.
Many of the centaur warriors had muscular bodies comparable to the taurens. Their shiny skin gave off a metallic feeling. Not only were they holding spears and machetes, but in order to increase the lethality of their charge, many of them even had a sharp blade that could cut through iron as if it was mud on their backs. There were even a few iron rings on their hooves that were filled with dense spikes!
It was easy to imagine how terrifying the damage would be if these war machines that were covered in spikes and blades charged into the frontlines and trampled and cut wantonly.
What was even more terrifying was that while the centaur warriors maintained the extreme speed of their charge, their agility did not decrease at all.
They were literally "one with their horses". Regardless of whether it was their two iron arms or their four iron hooves, they were all extensions of their will.
The fugitives had limited time and strength, and it was impossible for them to hide the trenches perfectly.
Very quickly, they were discovered by the centaur warriors, and they leaped over with great agility.
As for the grass knots that could, in theory, entangle the horses' legs, they would turn into powder with just a light touch from the centaur warriors' iron hooves that were covered in spikes.
Facing the Centaur Warrior that was charging at them like a bolt of lightning, the minds of all the fugitives went blank.
Two to three days ago, they had faced the old, weak, and sick of the Bloodhoof Warriors in Blackhorn City, which was filled with explosions.
Relying on their numbers and the help of the temple thieves hidden in the depths of the crowd, they had once defeated their opponents.
They had thought that the Bloodhoof Warriors were only so-so, and that their weak battle capabilities could be made up for with their advantage in numbers.
Only at this moment, after being enveloped by the killing intent of the centaur warriors, did the fugitives realize how childish and laughable they were.
Even on the spiritual level, their faith was still firm and fanatical.
But on the physiological level, the deepest part of their cells let out a scream that originated from their genes.
Fortunately …
Between the rabble who were about to collapse and the centaur warriors, who were moving at maximum speed and could no longer change their direction or angle …
There were two existences who were even more qualified than the centaur warriors to be known as killing machines.
Meng Chao was like an aquatic dragon lurking in an abyss.
His limbs sank deep into the moist soil. He lowered his body as much as possible and hid in the bushes.
At the same time, he kept his breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature to the minimum, causing the centaur warriors to be unable to sense that there was an incredibly dangerous demon hiding beside their weakest ribs and abdomen.
And on his rock-like body that was absolutely still …
Thick tendons and blood vessels swelled up as if they were filled with spirit energy. They formed a picture that looked like a raging dragon baring its fangs and claws.
And behind his lowered eyelids was a peerless mental storm that was gathering, growing, and being born as countless lightning bolts surrounded his mind. Countless mental lightning bolts surrounded the depths of his mind, and a powerful mental storm was gathering, growing, and being born!
Just when the centaur warriors in the lead had jumped high into the air and were about to jump over Meng Chao's head …
Meng Chao opened his eyes swiftly.
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