Although these arrows were in the hands of the rat people archers, they couldn't unleash the most destructive power as they could in the hands of their original owners.
But their absolute advantage in numbers still allowed them to effectively suppress the few guards in the small city.
The black tide of rat people swallowed three trenches in a row and was about to approach the city tower.
The city gate, which looked like a bloody mouth, finally opened. A group of tiger warriors wearing totemic armor pounced out.
Perhaps the tiger warriors weren't as huge as the elephant warriors.
The murderous aura that soared into the sky condensed into ever-changing totems above their heads and behind their backs. They looked like countless ferocious tigers surrounding them, but they released a sense of oppression that was even more dangerous than that of the elephant warriors.
The Ferocious Tiger Warriors charged into the crowd of rat people, like a red-hot saber slashing into frozen cheese.
Every time they waved their claws, every time they tore apart, and every time they roared, several rat villagers would be torn apart by the Tiger Warriors and die without a proper burial.
No matter how fierce, crazy, and strong the rat people were, they couldn't withstand one round of the tiger warriors.
However, there were too many rat people.
It was like how the arrows that contained totemic power couldn't scare the rat people.
The Ferocious Tiger Warriors' close combat also failed to force the rat people to flee in panic.
Instead, it stimulated their nerves, adding oil to the fire of killing in the depths of their minds, making them burn crazily.
"Glory!"
"Glory!"
"Glory!"
The rat people scrambled to shout the battle cry that only the clan warriors were qualified to shout, and they pounced on the tiger warriors' fangs and sharp claws without fear of death.
Even if their bodies were torn into pieces, and even if their internal organs were spurting out from the huge wounds, they would still use their limbs to hold on tightly to the Tiger Warrior. They would slow down the Tiger Warrior's attack, and they would also let the ancestral spirits above them see their unparalleled courage and pride.
Not far from the line of fire where flesh and blood were flying everywhere, the rat god priests on the arrow towers all took out the steaming secret medicine that glowed with a strange light.
"This is the magic medicine given to us by the rat god. It contains the power accumulated by the rat god during his ten thousand years of sleep. Only the most devout warriors who have overcome all fears can take it!"
The Rat God's priests shouted at the top of their lungs, "Who can bear this power to fight for the Rat God and win true glory?"
"I can!"
"I can win the glory!"
"I, I'm the most devout warrior for the rat god!"
"Let me do it. Give me the magic medicine, give it to me!"
Below the arrow tower, countless rat people stretched out their hands. They were like starving zombies, thirsting for the freshest brains, yearning for the divine medicine that the priest would bestow upon them.
They all knew that after taking the magic medicine, there would more or less be all kinds of side effects.
If it was light, they would be exhausted and could not move for several days.
If it was light, they would die on the spot, and their blood would be evaporated.
However, after taking the godly medicine, the feeling of being reborn and reborn from the ashes instantly increased their combat power by ten times. The thrill of being able to compete with the clan warriors was still attracting them like a bottomless whirlpool.
But after taking the magic medicine, their brave and fearless souls would be able to soar to the top of the Holy Mountain, to the arms of the Great Horned Rat God!
Moreover, according to the priests, after taking the magic medicine, dying of exhaustion on the battlefield was the most sacred and glorious way to die.
All the rat people regarded the magic medicine as a shortcut to the Holy Mountain.
Unfortunately, after the end of the escape and the Great Horned Army gradually gained the upper hand, not all the rat people could get the magic medicine.
In every battle, among tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of rat people, only one or two out of ten warriors could get the magic medicine.
As a result, in order to fight for the magic medicine, there were often incidents of people fighting among themselves.
It was the same today.
When the priests threw the magic medicine down from the arrow towers, the rat people immediately scrambled to snatch it.
Their bloodthirsty red eyes only saw the magic medicine, completely ignoring the existence of each other. Unknowingly, they were fighting until their heads were bleeding and their flesh was torn.
Finally, a small number of lucky people grabbed the magic medicine, held it with both hands, and eagerly swallowed it.
"Ow ow ow ow ow!"
The crowd immediately let out crazed roars.
Within the bodies of the lucky people, the sound of bones cracking could be heard.
Their skin was tearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Inside the bloody wounds, deformed flesh bulged. The moment it came into contact with the air, it became as hard as iron, like pieces of dark red granite.
This batch of magic medicine seemed to be several times more potent than the magic medicine that the Great Horned Army officer had distributed to the fugitives when they were escaping from the territory of the Blood Hoof Tribe.
The lucky people who took the magic medicine also became monsters that were several times more ferocious and ferocious than before.
These monsters, whose skin and flesh were torn apart, roared and waved their arms that were thicker than thighs and shone with a metallic luster. They sent all the Rat Men in front of them flying and leaped to the front of the Tiger Warriors in a few steps.
Next, it was a battle between the monsters.
The Tiger Warriors wearing totemic armor were naturally not people that the rat people who had taken a few magic medicines could fight against.
However, facing these lunatics who had extremely strong vitality, even if their hearts were dug out, they might not die immediately. Even if their stomachs were torn apart, they might still be able to pull out their intestines and strangle their enemies.
Even the ferocious Tiger Warriors were a little frightened. Cold sweat seeped out from under the totemic armor.
Many rat people who had taken the magic medicine felt that their lives were being overdrawn, that their organs had turned into magma, and that they were about to spontaneously combust or even self-destruct. They would often roar and charge forward recklessly, hugging the Tiger Warriors tightly.
Then, together with the enemy, they would turn into shining fireballs.
Not to mention that the number of these "lunatics" was ten times that of the Tiger Warriors.
These warriors who were stationed in isolated cities at the border were not qualified to go to Pure Gold City to swear an oath of blood and join the Gold Army. They were all old, weak, sick, and disabled.
Facing the ferocious and fearless attacks of the rat people, they finally lost after resisting for an entire hour.
When the last Tiger Warrior who went out of the city to face the enemy was buried by the mountain of rat people's corpses.
The Tiger Claw War Flag fluttering high on the city tower finally descended slowly.
Seven or eight slanted pillars of smoke were ignited in the city.
The city gate that was facing away from the ferocious tide of rat people was opened. The old, weak, women, and children of the nobles in the city fled in panic, carrying the war flag and the treasures in the temple.
The ferocious tide of rat people advanced triumphantly. In an instant, they crossed the city wall and engulfed the entire city.
Soon, the Tiger Claw War Flag originally hung high on the city tower, as well as the seven or eight high points in the city, were hung with the war flags of the Big Horn Army.
"Long live the Rat God!"
"The Big Horn Army is invincible!"
"All glory belongs to the supreme Big Horn Rat God!"
The rat people who had won a great victory became even more fanatical.
Even the heavily injured who had a hole in their chest and coughed up a large mouthful of blood every time they coughed let out hysterical roars.
On the flag, there was a skull that looked like a rat but had deformed horns. In the smoke, it put on a faint, cold smile and listened quietly to the rising and falling roars.
…
The small city that had once been named 'Tiger Claw' by the Golden Clan was now filled with the footprints of the rat people. It was a sea of celebration.
Countless rat people waved the war flags and beat the war drums on the city tower, welcoming the new life of the small city with the loudest noise.
There were also many rat people who danced with the priests in the square in front of the temple at the center of the small city, thanking the Big Horn Rat God for his blessings.
There were also some rat people who were holding hammers, giant axes, shovels, and mops that were dipped in paint, trying to erase the marks left by the tiger people on the two sides of the streets and alleys. Then, with the emblem of the Big Horn Rat God, they branded the newly conquered city in rich and colorful colors.
There were also a large number of rat people, in groups of three to five, bragging about their great achievements in the fierce battle.
According to them, each of the rat people had killed a Tiger Warrior.
If their bragging wasn't discounted in the slightest, there was an entire Tiger Legion stationed in this city. There were tens of thousands of Tiger Warriors.
Of course, everyone was in high spirits and beaming with joy. The differences in the details were not important.
What was important was that under the Big Horn Rat God's protection and the leadership of the Big Horn Army, they obtained an unbelievable victory that they did not even dare to think about a month ago.
They were only a few steps away from true freedom and dignity.
Meng Chao and Ice Storm lay at the edge of the casualty camp while their faces were covered in blood and mud. They looked at everything coldly, and they did not seem to fit in with the atmosphere around them.
Meng Chao was naturally not injured.
He just did not want to join the pitiful people who were about to die and celebrate the victory that was about to turn to dust.
After resting for two days and one night in the rift valley at the border between Blood Hoof Clan and the Golden Clan, their team moved through a winding underground tunnel and appeared in the Golden Clan's territory.
Then, like a small stream flowing into a raging tide, they gathered together with dozens of other hundred-man teams and formed a seemingly endless army that took the initiative to attack the Golden Clan's city.
In the beginning, Meng Chao thought that he had finally met the main force of the Big Horn Army that the military officers and priests had mentioned.
Very soon, he discovered that this so-called large army was nothing more than the fugitives who had escaped from the territory of the Bloody Hoof Clan two days earlier than them and the rat folk who had escaped from the territories of the Thunder Clan, the Divine Wood Clan, and the Dark Moon Clan. It was just a large mob that had been temporarily gathered.
Aside from the fact that their scale had increased by dozens of times, they were lacking in weapons, organization, command, and logistics.
The only thing that was sufficient was the "Blessings of the Great Horned Rat God" that would arrive on time in every dream.
But it was precisely this group of mobs that had almost nothing.
And at the edge of the strongest Golden Clan's territory in Turanze Continent, they stirred up a storm that shook the world.
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