The Grim Reaper's footsteps were getting closer.
Sparkle's charred heart almost exploded.
But he could do nothing as he lay paralyzed in the flames.
He could only watch as a blurry figure and a chain blade surrounded by endless murderous intent grew larger in his vision.
Just when he thought he was going to die for sure.
There was a sudden cry from the grass not far away.
Then there was the rustling of the grass, and the sound of someone running.
It sounded like there was another Centaur Warrior hiding nearby, holding his breath like Spark, trying to escape from the demon's blade.
But he seemed to be even more impatient than Spark.
He thought the demon's murderous intent was directed at him.
He was so scared that he exposed himself and ran away in a panic.
The two demons let out a "huh" at the same time.
Spark immediately felt that the pressure he was facing was greatly reduced.
The tide of death was gradually receding.
He forced his eyes open from the flames. He saw two bolts of lightning, one red and one white, leaving behind zigzagging shadows as they shot into the distance at an incredible speed.
The Grim Reaper temporarily moved the giant scythe away from Spark's neck.
The young Centaur Warrior could not help but moan, almost crying tears of joy.
From the outside, he was still nailed to the ground by the spear that had pierced through his heart.
Moreover, his body was wrapped in raging flames. Any part that was not covered by the Totem Armor was burnt to a crisp. Even the white bones inside were burnt into black charcoal.
No wonder the two enemies thought that he was going to die and gave up on killing him.
Spark was not willing to sit and wait for death.
The powerful life force of a high-level orc played an important role in this life and death crisis.
The Totem Armor also stimulated his endocrine system and released more adrenaline.
More importantly, the Centaur Warrior had two sets of heart and lung systems.
Even though the heart of his upper body was almost pierced through by the spear.
The heart and lung system of his lower body could still pump blood to every corner of his body.
The most important thing was that the Centaur Warrior named Spark was born with an extremely strong affinity to fire.
Just like how the Hailstorm could not be frozen by the frost it condensed.
Sparkle's resistance to fire was also ten times that of a normal person.
Beneath the surface of his charred flesh, the activity of his cells was still maintained above rank 1.
Coupled with his exuberant desire to survive, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the javelin that was stuck deep into his chest and the ground inch by inch.
"Phew …"
When the last inch of the javelin completely left his chest, Spark let out a sigh of relief.
It wasn't that there were no benefits to burning one's body.
At the very least, his wounds were scorched, and his blood vessels were barely sealed, so he wouldn't lose consciousness and die from excessive bleeding.
The Centaur Warrior crawled up from the ground with great difficulty, lowering his upper body as much as possible and looking around.
The vast grassland was like an unfathomable sea.
The massacre that happened a moment ago was like a small wave, disappearing without a trace in the depths of the sea.
He did not see any more companions, nor did he see the two murderous enemies who looked like gods and devils had descended.
It was as if he was the only one in the vast world.
That was good.
Sparkle did not dare to stay for too long.
Using the rolling clouds in the sky to determine the direction, he fled toward the periphery of the Pitfall Grassland.
On the bright side, he now had a legitimate reason to flee, no, retreat.
He didn't need to make a difficult choice between the honor of a warrior and his precious life.
"I must report the conversation between the two enemies to the chieftain and the Lord Priest!"
Sparkle thought, "It sounds like the two enemies don't care about the lives of the rat people at all. They are purposely trying to provoke us, hoping that we will continue fighting with the rat people in the Pitfall Grassland and use the lives of countless rat people to buy us some time.
"That's right. These two enemies are so powerful. They must be clan warriors who have received harsh training since childhood.
"How could a noble warrior wholeheartedly mingle with lowly Rat Folk?
"They, and the 'lord' they mentioned, must be using the rat people to achieve some ulterior motive!"
Sparkle's eyes lit up.
He felt that he had benefited from a disaster and accidentally uncovered a big secret.
He was not afraid of death.
Instead, he was filled with a sacred sense of duty. He had to bring this big secret back to the warm, calm, and safe place!
When the young centaur warrior limped out of the battlefield like a stray dog with a broken leg.
Not far behind him, two heads popped out of the bushes quietly.
"Why didn't you just tell the boy that the temple thieves are in War Drum Forest?"
Ice Storm asked. "Could you really shift the attention of the Blood Hoof Warriors from Pitfall Grassland to the right direction with these two ambiguous sentences?"
"If I mentioned War Drum Forest, it would have been too deliberate. It would have made them suspicious, and we might have backfired on ourselves," Meng Chao said.
"In any case, if we head north from Blood Hoof Clan's territory, there are only two paths: Pitfall Grassland and War Drum Forest.
"As long as this kid can relay our conversation word for word to the higher-ups of the Bloodhoof Clan, and as long as there are a few people among the supreme experts who control the Bloodhoof Clan, it won't be difficult for them to come to the correct conclusion with just a little thought.
"After all, we didn't lie. The temple thieves did escape through War Drum Forest. The large number of escapees in Pitfall Grassland is just bait. It's impossible for them to not leave any traces behind when they carry out such a strategy.
"As long as the higher ups of Blood Hoof Clan realize this in time, they should have enough time to cause some trouble for the temple thieves."
"If it's really as you said, the pressure on Pitfall Grassland will be greatly reduced. We and most of the escapees will have a chance to break out of the encirclement."
Ice Storm could not help but laugh. "And those temple thieves who think that they are undetectable might not know that from this moment on, they are the shining bait that smells good!"
"The Great Horned Rat God will bless them. Even if he can't help them defeat the enraged pursuers, he can at least help their souls, who died in battle, grow a pair of shining wings and fly to the Sacred Mountain to enjoy supreme glory. They will get what they want!"
Meng Chao laughed and rubbed his hands eagerly. "Come on, let's count how many good things we got in this battle!"
…
When the two turned around to look for Old Bearskin, Round Bone Club, and the others, the survivors were still confused and confused.
Meng Chao and Ice Storm spent a long time to make them believe that the pursuers had fled.
Of course, they did not expose their identities.
Instead, they gave all the credit to the mysterious messenger of the Rat God.
The fugitives were convinced of this.
After all, other than the Rat God, how could there be a fully armed totem warrior who could help them destroy a troop of heavy cavalry?
The rat people were overjoyed again. They looked up to the sky and worshiped the non-existent Great Horned Rat God.
Of course, the rat people respected Meng Chao, who suggested that they set up camp on the spot and fight to the death against the pursuers, as if he was a spirit medium.
He carried out all of Meng Chao's suggestions without holding back.
Meng Chao had Old Bear Pelt and Round Bone Club lead the escapees who could still move to gather the weapons, armor, and military supplies scattered around the area by the centaur warriors.
As for the spoils of war further away, Meng Chao and the hailstorm had long since taken them all.
After cleaning up the battlefield as quickly as possible, they rested for a while before heading north again.
Although many of the fugitives were covered in wounds and exhausted, they still managed to escape.
However, the fact that they had defeated a team of armored knights under the blessing of the Great Horned Rat God still made their every nerve ending more excited than ever. They forgot all their fatigue and pain.
He didn't know if it was because the blow to his head was too heavy.
It was the young centaur warrior who really managed to pass the information Meng Chao had carefully weaved into the ears of the leaders of Blood Hoof Tribe, causing them to shift their attention to War Drum Forest.
In any case, over the next few days, the escapees did not run into any large-scale pursuers.
Instead, they managed to gather a lot of companions who had fallen behind.
Of course, many companions were also separated during the long journey.
However, they managed to spread the news of the arrival of the Great Horned Rat God, who led the fugitives to defeat the Centaur Warriors, to the entire Collapsed Space Grassland. Countless Rat Dwellers, in their moment of despair, found new strength.
Meng Chao and the hailstorm also left Old Bear Pelt and Round Bone Club's team on a dark night without saying goodbye.
The main reason was that this team had fought and killed all the pursuers. Their achievements were too glorious.
When they met up with the main force of the Big Horned Army, they would definitely be noticed by the higher-ups of the army and even the masterminds behind the scenes.
Before the secret of the Great Horned Rat God and the Big Horned Army was completely solved, Meng Chao and the hailstorm did not want to expose their existence.
Even so, they still disguised themselves as different rat people and mingled with more than ten groups of escapees to gather those who had fallen behind and protect them.
Even so, they did not run into any large-scale pursuers in heavy armor.
Occasionally, they would run into a group of seven or eight centaur warriors.
After they had thoroughly familiarized themselves with the new totem armor, the number of centaur warriors that were less than two digits could not pose a threat to Meng Chao and the hailstorm at all.
The two of them attacked and killed a group of light cavalry.
After cutting the throat of the last Centaur Warrior, they managed to obtain valuable information from him.
As expected, the main force of the centaur warriors had already left the Collapsed Space Plains two days ago.
Now, only a few rookies who had not gone through the coming of age ceremony and white-haired old and sick people were still roaming the plains.
The order given to them was not to "surround and hunt", but to "expel".
It seemed that all they needed to do was to expel the escaping rat people outside of the Blood Hoof Tribe's territory.
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