Even at this moment, the Great Horned Rat God's shadow still lingered in their minds. The horrified Centaur Warriors finally realized that the "dirty and smelly rat" they looked down on, despised, and slaughtered had suddenly turned into a ferocious, evil, and mad demon.
Rat people shrouded in murderous aura continuously leaped out from the bushes and landed behind them.
The sharp swords that had been polished to the point that they could cut a strand of hair were stabbed deep into their bodies through the gaps between their armors.
Or they would swing their spiked war hammers at the weakest parts of their backs and the back of their heads.
Shocked and furious, the Centaur Warriors struggled violently and flung the audacious rat people off their backs. They stomped on their chests with their iron hooves until their sternum, heart, and lungs all burst.
But after taking the godly medicine given by the Rat God, the rat people's adrenaline erupted like a volcano, and they fully displayed the advantage of high-ranking orcs' strong vitality.
Even though their chests were smashed to a pulp, they still did not die.
He even hugged the Centaur Warrior's hoof tightly, allowing the spikes on the hoof to pierce his body. He wanted to hang his burning flesh and blood on the Centaur Warrior's hoof, becoming a burden for the Centaur Warrior.
Even when they took their last breaths, they still had bright smiles on their faces.
In this way, the rat people, who had been bullied and humiliated, displayed their bravery and loyalty to the Great Horned Rat God who stood high above the clouds.
The rest of the rat people were not frightened by the tragic deaths of their companions.
Instead, their courage and murderous intent were stimulated by the hot blood that splashed everywhere.
They roared and charged forward, hanging onto the Centaur Warriors like leeches.
The Centaur Warriors' physiological structure determined that while they had the advantage of being unstoppable when galloping, it would be very difficult to get rid of someone who was riding on their backs.
After all, the Centaur Warriors had two independent vertebrae.
The two vertebrae, one horizontal and one vertical, were connected by an extremely complicated and precise joint transmission structure.
The synonym for "complicated and precise" was "redundant and fragile".
When the rat people's swords stabbed deep into the horse's back and jammed into the horizontal vertebrae.
It was very difficult for the upper body of a human mounted on a horse to make a 180-degree turn and sweep the rat people off their feet.
The Centaur Warrior could only jump and charge with all its might, igniting its battle flames to the limit and releasing shockwaves around its body.
Using this method, the rat people were thrown off time and time again, breaking their bones and even causing their brains to burst.
However, the armor and flesh on his body were torn apart bit by bit, revealing his white bones.
The bloody scene further stimulated the ferocity of the rat people.
Hundreds of rat people swarmed over.
Almost every Centaur Warrior had to deal with the attacks of ten to twenty Rat Villagers at the same time.
Some of the Rat Folk leapt high into the air, attempting to pounce behind the Centaur Warriors and attack the blind spot where the two vertebrae connected.
Some of the rat people held long spears and short blades in their hands, attempting to stab the round abdomen of the horses and cut the tendons above the iron hooves.
In fact, some of the smarter rat people circled behind the Centaur Warriors and tried to attack their digestive and reproductive systems to attack their vitals.
Even though the Centaur Warriors charged left and right and swung their spears and greatswords, killing quite a number of rat people as if they were cutting vegetables, they were so shocked that their hearts raced and they broke out in cold sweat.
All their attention was focused on the crazed rat people, and they did not have time to care about the even more dangerous assassins lurking behind the rat people.
With the rat people protecting him, Meng Chao was like a carnivorous lizard active in a swamp. He lurked in the blood-soaked mud.
He had already activated his Totem Armor without a sound.
He had smeared a layer of mud on the surface of the armor to hide the light that shone like flowing mercury.
To avoid exposing his existence, he did not even try to crawl forward. Instead, he quietly approached the Centaur Warriors from behind.
Instead, he observed the battle and waited for the Centaur Warriors to walk right into his trap.
Just as he expected, soon, an unlucky Centaur Warrior ran into his blade.
The Centaur Warrior had just swung his saber, which was about five arms long, and created a dimension of death that was filled with blood and severed limbs.
Once he caught his breath, the Centaur Warrior did not dare to continue fighting against the rat people who were still glaring at him from beyond the dimension of death.
He changed his direction and rushed out of the battle formation in an attempt to circle around and activate his Totem Armor to gain enough speed so that he could turn around and kill all the damn rats.
But he did not know that a monster that was even more terrifying than all the crazed rat people combined was lurking in his path.
Just when the ignorant Centaur Warrior jumped over Meng Chao, Meng Chao's arms were released like springs that had been compressed to the max, and he bounced up.
Two sharp blades that looked like scythes appeared at the tips of his arms, and when he swung them, they cut at the Centaur Warrior's hind hooves.
Meng Chao's blades were so fast that they looked like illusions.
Not only did the rat people who were chasing after him not notice his existence, but they also did not notice his presence.
Even the centaur warrior, who was fleeing in panic, did not notice that the joints and tendons in its hind limbs had been cut off by Meng Chao's saber in a miraculous manner.
After taking another seven or eight steps, he felt an indescribable emptiness in his hind limbs.
It was as if a sluice gate had been opened, and all the strength in his body was like a flood, pouring out from the bottom of his hind limbs.
The Centaur Warrior staggered and fell heavily to the ground.
Due to the inertia, he rolled seventeen or eighteen times in a sorry state.
When he finally broke free from the spinning world and tried to regain his balance, he discovered that he couldn't feel the existence of his two hind limbs at all.
The dirty and smelly rats had already caught up and surrounded him.
He watched as his body was precisely disintegrated, leaving behind only a layer of skin as thin as a cicada's wing and his hind limbs that were still connected together.
And on the faces of the mice, there was a familiar yet strange expression of predators.
This Centaur Warrior finally felt an unprecedented fear from the depths of his bones.
On the bright side, perhaps he should rejoice.
He was glad that he was the first Centaur Warrior to be attacked by Meng Chao.
Because the fierce battle was still ongoing, time was limited.
No matter how cruel the rat people were going to punish him.
It couldn't be crueler than the "games" they played with the rat people last night when they were bored.
Meng Chao did not have time to admire the centaur warrior's end.
His attention had already shifted to his next prey.
Making use of the first Centaur Warrior's heart-wrenching scream to attract the attention of the surrounding Centaur Warriors, he darted like a loach to the second ambush spot that he had calculated beforehand. It was the most suitable place for the Centaur Warriors to escape to.
The second round began. It wasn't a long wait.
Soon, Meng Chao did the same thing and cut off the six hooves of the three centaur warriors.
They collapsed to the ground. As the rat people fought to be the first to attack them, they let out pitiful cries that made even the strongest Tulan Warrior's legs turn to jelly.
The Ice Storm, on the other hand, had a different style.
She was still lurking in the depths of the grass.
She stabbed her arms deep into the ground.
Her vitality magnetic field kept spreading out as she carefully searched for the underground water system. She also squeezed out all the moist soil and turned a large amount of water into ice crystals. She held them tightly in her hands.
When the Centaur Warrior was surrounded by the rat people, the ice crystals turned into sharp icicles. They shot up from the bottom of the Centaur Warrior's body like mushrooms after the rain. They pierced the Centaur Warrior's round abdomen and the vital parts behind it.
She had gone through the dangerous trial together with Meng Chao in the Blood Skull Temple.
The Ice Storm seemed to have received the blessing of the Tulan Ancestors, and it opened the door to breaking through its limits.
Right now, her control over totem power had reached a higher level compared to when she was fighting in the arena.
There were rays of blue light sealed in the sharp icicles. It was an endless chill that could freeze bones.
Even if the Centaur Warrior's senses were really sharp, the moment the icicles shot out of the ground, it would shrink its abdomen and turn its body to the side to avoid the icicles.
Most of the time, it could not avoid the blue light that shot out of the icicles.
As long as the cold light entered the abdomen, it could freeze the Centaur Warrior's organs.
Even if it could only freeze them for a few blinks of an eye, it was enough to make the Centaur Warrior's movements even slower and clumsier. The rat people would then take advantage of the opportunity to kill the Centaur Warrior.
As for the Centaur Warriors who were on high alert or started running again, the Ice Storm could predict their movements.
The Ice Storm could predict their path in advance.
Just as they were about to run, an icicle that was half the height of a human would appear in front of them.
If the Centaur Warrior could not dodge in time and crashed into the icicle, it would create a bloody hole in the place where the Centaur Warrior's upper body and the warhorse's lower body were connected.
Even if the Centaur Warrior managed to dodge the icicle, he would lose speed again and the rat people would catch up to him.
Even the Centaur Warriors who did not crash into the icicle felt a chill run down their spines when they saw this strange scene from afar. Their blood vessels and nerves were frozen.
There were not many Centaur Warriors who were directly attacked by Meng Chao and the Ice Storm.
However, the threat of two extremely dangerous experts hiding in the depths of the bushes, ready to cut off their hooves, pierce through their abdomens, and freeze their internal organs at any time. Then, they would be unable to move and would be thrown to those crazy rats. The mental pressure brought by this threat made every single centaur warrior break out in a cold sweat, almost suffocating them.
But the rat people cheered again.
They were weak, so they could not see Meng Chao and the Ice Storm's attacks clearly. In fact, they did not even notice their existence.
They only saw icicles suddenly rise from the ground, and the Centaur Warriors fell down for some unknown reason. The expressions of the remaining Centaur Warriors changed drastically, and fear appeared on their faces.
If this was not the Great Horned Rat God's blessing, what else could it be?
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