Unfortunately, before regret could surface in their hearts, the sharp blade of the Grim Reaper had already harvested their souls.
The deathly silent forest a moment ago instantly turned into a noisy and bloody slaughterhouse.
Dozens of ratfolk warriors were immediately decapitated, and some were even torn into pieces, torn into a bloody mess by the wargs.
Even more rat men had their tendons and bones broken. Blood spurted out of their mouths, and their arms that held the sharp blades were detached from their bodies and sent flying high into the air.
More importantly, their meticulously disguised formation was completely destroyed by the elite werewolves that descended from the sky.
Everyone was in a hopeless situation where everyone was doing their own thing.
Of course, these rat men who were unafraid of death were not willing to meet their Rat God empty-handed.
The sea of slaughter information that had been forcefully instilled into the depths of their brains last night was now playing a crucial role.
Many of the rat men were still immersed in a long dream, unable to extricate themselves from the hundreds of brutal battles.
One of the side effects of overloading their brain cells was that they could not tell the difference between dreams and reality, or even the difference between life and death.
The strong scent of blood had activated the "switch" in the depths of their brains, causing them to mistakenly believe that everything that was happening before their eyes was just another nightmare.
Then, just like the hundreds of nightmares they had experienced last night, they would turn into demons of nightmares and kill to their heart's content!
Thinking this, the rat men quickly came back to their senses and shook off the fear brought about by the wolf howls. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they were foaming at the mouth. Hot air gushed out of their nostrils. Like killing machines that were about to explode, they pounced at the elite werewolves closest to them.
Of course, they were no match for the elite werewolves.
But victory or defeat on the battlefield was not something that could be decided by a simple comparison of battle data.
The distance between the two sides was too close.
The environment in the forest was too complicated.
Even the claws and teeth of the elite werewolves could easily pierce through the chest of the rat men.
But their loyalty to the Great Horned Rat God could temporarily replace the beating heart of the rat men, pumping the last and strongest strength into the limbs of the rat men.
They hugged the elite werewolves tightly as they roared, stabbing their blades, daggers, and even their teeth deep into the flesh of the elite werewolves through the gaps in their armors.
It was the first time these elite werewolves were fighting against the elite soldiers of the Great Horned Army.
They had also made the mistake of underestimating the enemy.
Just like the Rat People Warrior from before, he had the idea of "crushing the enemy's formation in one go".
He thought that as long as he descended from the sky, he would be able to scare the rat people warriors with his wolf howls.
Neither of them expected the other to have such astonishing tenacity.
When two enemies met on a narrow path, the battle between the courageous quickly evolved into an incomparably horrifying battle.
The elites of the Werewolf Clan were indeed more skilled.
If they wanted to eat up all the rat people warriors in the shortest time possible, they would have to pay a painful price.
Moreover, the rat people warriors displayed a spirit and combat strength that were completely different from ordinary rat people. This caused the wolf elites to mistakenly believe that the enemies in front of them were all the ambushers.
Unknowingly, both sides had lost the concept of formation. Like two exhausted fighting dogs, they were entangled in the depths of the forest.
They even hugged each other and fell into the swamp together, unwilling and unable to let go of each other.
Only Meng Chao, Hailstorm, and a few other elites were not affected by the chaotic battle.
Half of Meng Chao's attention was on the shadows of weapons around him.
He tried his best to show that he was slightly stronger than the rat people warriors so that he could ensure his own safety and not be attacked by the elites of the Werewolf Clan.
But the other half of his attention was focused on the surroundings of the forest. He did not miss any signs of rustling in the depths of the forest.
Meng Chao was certain that the main force of the White Bone Camp was nearby.
Right now, hundreds of crazed rat people warriors had already entangled the elites of the Werewolf Clan. The main force of the White Bone Camp would not miss this fleeting opportunity.
But Meng Chao could not guess how the main force of the White Bone Camp would arrive.
It had to be known that it was impossible for them to hide too close to the forest.
Otherwise, the scouts sent out by the reinforcements of the Werewolf Clan would discover them and Meng Chao's ambush.
But it was also impossible for them to hide too far away.
Otherwise, a long-distance ambush would cause too much of a ruckus and waste a lot of time. The elites of the Werewolf Clan would notice them beforehand and would definitely be able to break free from the entanglement and leave the forest.
The rat people warriors beside Meng Chao fell one after another.
The elites of the Werewolf Clan gradually gained control of the battlefield. They could calmly gather together and advance and retreat.
What method did the main force of the White Bone Camp have to appear in front of them without them noticing?
Just when Meng Chao could not figure it out …
Meng Chao's nostrils shrank. He smelled something sour.
The familiar smell activated the database in the depths of his brain.
He quickly compared it with the hundreds of materials in his memory. In the end, he narrowed down the range to seven or eight flammable and explosive materials that were rich in spirit energy.
A thin layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on Meng Chao's forehead.
"Quick, get down!"
He did not care that there was a Wolf Cavalier beside him. He swung his saber, which was about four arms long, at the Wolf Cavalier's neck.
Instead, he roared at the ice storm beside him and leaped into the mud.
He held his head with both hands and used his elbows and the tips of his feet as support. His chest hung in the air as a support.
That Wolf Cavalier missed.
The saber only cut off a few strands of Meng Chao's hair.
But with his exquisite riding skills, he rode on his wolf mount and stepped on a mandala tree that was as thick as a person's arm. He turned around nimbly and raised his saber at Meng Chao again.
That Wolf Cavalier did not know why Meng Chao suddenly fell down.
He thought that Meng Chao's legs had turned to jelly because of his unstoppable saber glare.
His eyes instantly shone with a mocking and cruel light.
The Wolf Cavalier and the warg under him let out cold laughter at the same time.
That laughter was soon drowned out by the whistling sound of the saber vibrating at a high frequency.
The Wolf Cavalier sped up again. The saber glare shone, and a flame that was about eight arms long gushed out. It went straight for Meng Chao's neck.
Even then, Meng Chao did not dodge.
He only raised his head slightly from his crossed arms and stared at the Wolf Cavalier with a pitying gaze.
It was as if he was looking at a torn and bloody corpse.
Boom!
At that moment, an explosion occurred.
The forest was covered in swamps.
Every swamp was filled with black, gelatinous mud that was bubbling.
In the past half a century of prosperity, all the living creatures in Turanze had multiplied and grown wantonly.
Not only had the number of high-grade orcs increased by several times compared to their peak.
The ecosystem in the forest had also become incredibly complicated and rich.
The result of the large number of creatures multiplying and dying was that the humus in the forest was at least five times thicker than it had been in the past.
A large amount of humus had fused with the swamp.
It continued fermenting at the bottom of the swamp, releasing a large amount of flammable and explosive methane.
After the devastating battle between the two sides, the shockwaves had shaken the swamp, causing the methane to rise from the depths of the mud.
Of course, in a natural environment, no matter how dense the methane was, it was not easy for it to explode.
After all, the jungle was not a confined space like underground tunnels.
Even if the methane that gushed out from the depths of the swamp was rather dense and spread through the jungle, it would only ignite when it was ignited by lightning.
At most, it would ignite into raging flames. It would be difficult for it to turn into a destructive shockwave.
But what if the real ambushers had long since buried a large amount of explosives in the depths of the swamp?
The Big Horn Army had very professional earthwork and explosive work skills.
Since they could use a series of methane explosions to turn all of Black Horn City upside down, they could set up a batch of explosives at vital spots in the depths of the forest.
Install a batch of explosives in the critical locations deep inside the forest. When the elites of the Wolf Clan swarmed out and the first wave of ambushers that served as bait were locked in a fierce battle, the explosives would be detonated all of a sudden. The blast and furious flames would cover the entire battlefield and completely disrupt the formation of the elites of the Wolf Clan. How difficult would it be?
Meng Chao felt as if there was a river of magma flowing over his head in a mighty manner.
Even if he had gathered spirit energy in time to protect his head and back, he still felt a sharp pain coming from his back. It was as if there were more than one hundred fire ants crawling and biting him.
His hair that spilled out from between his fingers was burned to the point that it curled up, and it let out a horrible, burnt smell.
His ears were wet, as if his eardrums had been torn apart by the violent explosion.
Fortunately, the methane explosion in the open air came and went quickly.
The firestorm that swept through the entire forest was extinguished just as quickly.
What was left behind was a mess that was too horrible to look at.
The Wolf Cavalier who had just swung his saber and charged at Meng Chao was blown dozens of meters away by the shockwaves. He crashed into a Mandala tree that was so thick that it would take three to five people to wrap their arms around it. He nearly broke the tree.
He and the Warg he was riding on had their tendons and bones broken, and they were reduced to a pulp. They were then burned black by the flames that came after. At that moment, they were curled up under the tree and turned into two squirming piles of rotten flesh.
The situation of the other Wolf Cavaliers was not much better than this person.
Many of them were thrown away by the shockwaves, and they hung on the charred branches in strange postures. They looked like black puppets whose strings had been burned off.
Some people's armor had been torn to pieces, and their fur had been burned to a crisp. The originally mighty wolf elites had turned into shivering stray dogs.
Even if it was a powerful high level warrior, the instant before the explosion, he would realize that the situation was not good and activate his totemic power in time, or he would be wearing a totemic armor to resist ninety percent of the destructive power.
But they were also dazed by the explosion. They held onto their weapons and staggered around like drunkards. For a period of time, they could not snap out of their daze.
What was worse was that even though the explosion had died down, the flames were still raging.
The towering trees in the forest had always been the best fuel.
The real ambushers from White Bone Camp had also smeared a lot of oil on the trees they had chosen meticulously so that they would be lit up the moment they touched them. In an instant, they turned into torches that spewed the light of death.
The flames formed a wall of fire that tore apart the formation of the wolf elites.
The thick smoke that gushed out completely blocked the vision of the wolf elites and interfered with their senses, preventing them from noticing the true destroyer that was charging at them like a flash flood.
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