In the blink of an eye, the totemic warrior had already swung his spiked mace, which was thicker than an elephant's thigh, and sent out a visible shockwave that could destroy everything in its path.
The howling sonic boom was like the explosion of a broadsword or a landmine.
Dozens of rat people who had finally reached the city wall were instantly sent flying like kites with snapped strings. Their bones were broken, and they were reduced to a bloody mess.
Only Iron Head, who held the hundred-blade flag, was caught between the two shockwaves due to the totemic warrior's exquisite control over his strength.
The shockwaves pushed against him from both sides, making him unable to move, as if he was caught in a turbulence.
His lungs could not expand, and his heart stopped beating. His eyes bulged out due to the high cranial pressure. The hundreds of blood capillaries surrounding his pupils popped and broke nonstop.
Even his skin, which was as rough as sandpaper, had needle-sized droplets of blood seeping out of it.
This was the power of a totemic warrior!
If there had not been any unexpected interference, Iron Head's organs and brain would have been crushed by the powerful shockwave while he breathed.
The hundred-blade flag, which was covered in blood, would have returned to the totemic warrior's hands.
At that critical moment, Meng Chao grabbed Iron Head's belt from behind and yanked it fiercely.
In order to hang the two Giant Axes without breaking his belt, Tie Tou's belt was simply an iron chain that was removed from a meteor hammer.
Hence, it was not destroyed by the destructive shockwave created by the totemic warrior.
Meng Chao pulled him back by a huge step, which allowed him to avoid the totemic warrior's spiked mace by a hair's breadth.
If Meng Chao had shortened the distance by a few inches, Iron Head's entire face, including his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, would have been torn off by the spiked mace and hooks!
The totemic warrior was shocked and enraged when he saw that his strike had missed for some strange reason.
He let out a low roar and took a heavy step towards Tie Tou. Seven or eight crisscrossing cracks appeared on the ground, which was as hard as iron.
With the force of his stomp, the totemic warrior raised his spiked mace high again. Murderous flames spun around the spiked mace, and it looked like a burning windstorm.
In the storm, there was even the image of a ferocious hungry wolf opening its bloody mouth.
Because of the lack of oxygen in his brain, Tie Tou had lost the ability to think and move. He had become a dumb target.
However, the soles of the totemic warrior's feet felt a piercing pain.
There were also wisps of coldness that seemed to be alive, trying to follow his blood vessels from the soles of his feet to his heart.
When the totemic warrior looked down, he was horrified to find that the large pool of blood under his feet, the blood that had not yet solidified, had condensed and frozen, turning into sharp icicles.
The bright red icicle possessed inconceivable sharpness and toughness. It actually found a gap between the armor and pierced into his body from his ankle!
In the end, this totemic warrior wasn't the ultimate expert of the Golden Clan.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been left alone in the Hundred Blade City to face the overwhelming tide of Rat Citizens.
His totemic armor could barely cover his entire body.
But it was not like the layers of Thousand Year Armor in Meng Chao and the Ice Storm's bodies, which were seamless and one.
It was especially so for the joints between his calf and the sole of his foot. To ensure that his ankle could move the most, there was a very fine gap.
But he didn't expect that through this gap, his ankle and his entire foot would be pinned to the ground by a mysterious enemy with a blood-red icicle.
"How is this possible?!
"How could a mere Rat Citizen have such a terrifying 'characteristic'?
"Who is it? Who's hiding in the dark?"
Under the interference of shock and pain, the spiked mace with the force of a thousand pounds lost its aim. It brushed past Tie Tou and created a terrifying hole in the ground.
Tie Tou was pushed by the impact and pulled by Meng Chao. He flew high into the air and landed outside the city wall!
There was a difference of dozens of arms between the top and bottom of the city wall.
To high-grade Rat Citizens with thick skin, it was not an insurmountable distance.
Besides, there were already thousands of corpses piled up under the city wall. They formed a thick buffer.
When Meng Chao was about to land, he grabbed Tie Tou and tried his best to reduce the impact.
The boorish man might have been dazed from the fall, but he was unharmed. He still held the blood-stained flag in his hand.
Meng Chao and Haifeng, who had landed lightly behind them, looked at each other.
"Let's go! We have to bring the flag back and offer it to the Great Horned Rat God!"
Both of them shouted into Tie Tou's ears at the same time.
They finally summoned Tie Tou's soul back.
The boorish man, who was all brawn and no brain, shuddered.
He licked his chapped lips and raised his head to look at the city wall, which was surrounded by murderous intent and covered in flesh and blood. It was only then that he realized just how dangerous a battle he had just gone through, and how terrifying the enemy he had faced was.
Tie Tou would never admit that he had been so scared that his soul had left his body when he faced the enemy totem warriors, and he had been dumbfounded.
It was not that he did not dare to climb up the city wall again and fight to the death against the enemy totem warriors. He wanted to use a grand sacrifice to prove his loyalty to the Great Horned Rat God.
However, sending the enemy's war flag back to their camp was a better way to boost morale.
Tie Tou stuffed the Hundred Blade War Flag into his bosom, rolled and crawled, then turned around and ran.
When the totem warrior finally crushed the bloody icicle under his feet, he pounced on the battlement in exasperation and looked down.
He only saw thick smoke, burning corpses everywhere, and a raging tide of rat people.
All the rat people had been rolling in the ditch filled with corpses.
They were covered in dirt, and their bodies were covered in blood and mud.
They could not tell who had snatched the war flag.
Besides, his twitching feet in pain reminded the totem warrior that there was a high possibility that there were elites from the Great Horned Army hiding underneath.
If he jumped down recklessly and was dragged into the rat tide …
The next bloody icicle might not have pierced his body from the soles of his feet.
The furious totem warrior could only howl shrilly on the city wall.
Smoke finally rose from Hundred Blade City.
Thick black smoke hung weakly in the air, like exhausted warriors who raised their hands unwillingly to admit defeat.
That's right. The warriors of the Golden Clan had to ask for help from the outside world when they were surrounded by a group of rats. If this wasn't admitting defeat, what was?
However, they had no other choice.
On the southern defense line, the war flag had been snatched by the damn rats under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people. This had caused an immeasurable blow to the morale of the defenders.
Now, even many of the pure-blooded Golden Warriors, who were born into nobility, were whispering to each other in frustration. Did the Great Horned Rat God really exist, and did he have terrifying abilities that surpassed countless ancestral spirits?
Otherwise, even the wisest priest could not explain why the seemingly weak, lowly, filthy, and obedient rat people, who had been silently enduring slavery and oppression for thousands of years, would become so ferocious, tyrannical, and even crazy overnight.
In addition, there was the totem warrior who tried to take back the battle flag, but his foot was pierced by a bloody icicle summoned by the hailstorm. The bloody wound made the defending commander believe that there were also terrifying totem warriors among the attackers.
If they did not ask for help.
Once the totem warriors of the Great Horned Army took advantage of the chaos to sneak into Hundred Blade City.
The tragedy of Black Horn City would very likely repeat itself.
The crooked smoke signal also made the attackers heave a sigh of relief.
In order to exert enough pressure on Hundred Blade City, over the past three days, the Big Horn Army had launched wave after wave of suicidal attacks on the city, which was covered with gleaming steel brambles. They had left tens of thousands of corpses on the ground.
Even for the Great Horned Army, which theoretically had an endless number of soldiers, this sort of loss reached a critical point that they could not bear.
After all, none of the corpses on the ground were cannon fodder who had not gone through training and held wooden sticks or shit pitchforks in their hands.
They were elites they had chosen after a long and arduous journey and a series of fierce battles.
Almost at the same time the smoke signal rose, the horn to stop attacking rose from the back of the attackers.
Meng Chao and the hailstorm successfully escorted Iron Head and the Hundred Blade War Flag back to their own camp.
Before that, the news of an invulnerable warrior jumping off the Hundred Blade City Tower and snatching the Hundred Blade War Flag from the claws of countless wolves had already spread through the entire camp.
In the beginning, everyone thought that this brave and fearless warrior had already been cut into pieces by the defending army, and even if the Hundred Blade War Flag was not snatched back by the enemy, it would definitely be lost in the chaotic battlefield, burned to ashes, or buried in a pile of corpses.
They did not expect that this warrior would be able to cross the line of fire unscathed and even bring back the war flag that symbolized the enemy's will and glory!
This was an astonishing feat!
What an exciting miracle it was!
Iron Head's story spread through the entire camp.
Even the generals and priests who commanded the attack heard of his name.
That night, flames rose into the sky from the northeast of Hundred Blade City. Cries for murder rose nonstop, and boiling killing intent crashed into the stars in the night sky, causing them to shudder under the illumination of the blood-red light.
The news of victory arrived at the same time as dawn.
The White Bone Camp had successfully ambushed a wolf squad who had rushed to reinforce Hundred Blade City. They fought fiercely for half a night, killed eight hundred people, and seized countless weapons, armor, and steeds.
This was just the beginning.
In the next few days, there would definitely be countless reinforcements. To protect their glory and beliefs, they would charge to Hundred Blade City in an endless stream and fight against the Big Horn Army in an epic battle that would decide their future.
In a sense, he was the strongest warrior who had drawn the curtains to the final battle.
Iron Head, who had obtained the two great achievements of being the first to reach the city and seizing the flag, received great rewards and commendations.
In a grand sacrificial ceremony, in front of tens of thousands of rat people warriors, he would have a totem implanted into his body by a high-ranking priest of the Great Horn Army, which symbolized bravery and loyalty, as well as a precious totemic armor fragment!
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