Besides, the flames from the burning tree were not the normal red or green color.
Instead, there were countless red and white sparks mixed in the faint purple.
The smoke that gushed out also had a pungent, sour smell.
When Meng Chao smelled it, he felt as if two steel knives were stabbing into his brain through his nostrils and scraping against the inner wall of his skull.
The wargs under the wolf riders were hit by the sudden impact. They were badly battered and torn to pieces. Some died, and some were injured.
Even if they were lucky and their vitals were not injured, they were still scared out of their wits. They turned from fierce beasts to frightened birds.
A thick, sour smell surged into the wargs' nostrils, and they were so frightened that they let out shrill howls.
Some of the wargs felt their limbs go soft, and they curled up on the ground and shivered.
Some of the wargs were so scared that they peed themselves.
There were even a few wargs who had completely lost their minds. They carried their masters on their backs and jumped around in the burning forest.
In the end, it didn't just crash into the tree trunk, it also broke its master's bones.
They jumped into swamps and convulsed madly before they were completely devoured by the black adhesive liquid.
'This sour smell seems to belong to a high-grade totem beast,' Meng Chao thought.
Wargs might be fierce, but they were not the kings at the top of the food chain.
In the deep mountains and forests of Turanze, there were many natural predators that fed on wargs.
The witch doctors of the Big Horn Army had chosen a few materials and carefully created a medicine that could imitate the scent of the wargs' natural enemies.
Normally, this kind of inferior secret medicine might not have any effect.
But when the wargs were so scared by the explosion that they were about to break down, they used flames to evaporate the medicine so that the sour steam would enter the wargs' nostrils and nerves. Then, they would be able to get rid of the most troublesome fighting strength of these creatures.
Because of it, the reinforcements of the wolf tribe were completely paralyzed.
Even if they wanted to leave the forest, it became an impossible task.
The interconnected strategy and the decisive move of killing with one slash caused even the elite wolves, who were skilled in ambushes, to suffer a huge loss when they met.
Meng Chao could not help but be amazed by the Big Horn Army's commander's strategy.
Of course, the price of successfully implementing the explosive tactic was also extremely huge.
Not only were the new warriors who had just joined the White Bone Camp killed or injured in the earth-shattering explosion.
Meng Chao even saw the officer from White Bone Camp who was leading them fly high up in the flames. While he was still in the air, his upper and lower body were torn apart by the shockwave.
By the time his charred upper body landed heavily on the ground, he had already stopped breathing.
He was incomparably fierce to his enemies and himself.
This was the tactic of the Bighorn army.
It was also the only way for the lowly rat people to defeat the high and mighty clan warriors.
At the periphery of the forest, the sound of galloping could be heard again.
It was like rolling thunder, getting closer and closer.
The tremors of the earth were transmitted to the branches and flames. Even the raging flames began to tremble.
The elites of the Wolf Tribe also sensed the powerful killing intent, like a flood bursting through a dam, rolling towards them.
Before they could recover from the dizziness and pain.
The black wall of thick smoke in front of him was smashed into pieces.
No, not a human.
It was a wolf.
Hundreds and thousands of Wargs captured by the Bighorn army!
These Wargs had either been injured on the battlefield or were crippled and could not be driven by the heavily-armored cavalry.
Or they were brutal and unruly. Their original masters had modified them with secret techniques and could not tame them into the mounts of the rat people warriors.
The commander of the Bighorn army was "recycling" them and turned them into weapons to attack the elites of the Wolf Tribe.
These Wargs were blindfolded and could not see the flames that made wild beasts instinctively fear them.
They even used cloth soaked in medicinal liquid to block their nostrils so that they could not smell the sour stench of their natural enemy.
Sharp steel needles were stuck in the vital parts of their bodies to stimulate the last of their life potential and increase their speed to the limit.
Moreover, in the head of each Warg, there was a long nail as thick as a finger, shining with silver light. The nail was engraved with mysterious and complicated runes and was surrounded by a circle of weak electric arcs. It was like some kind of antenna that could receive information from the void and transmit it to the brain of the Warg, turning the Warg into a completely senseless and fearless killing machine.
Just like that, hundreds of modified Wargs fiercely attacked the elite battle formation of the Wolf Tribe, giving these dizzy warriors a new round of damage like a storm.
Many of the elite Wolf Tribe struggled to stand up from the ground despite the dizziness caused by severe concussions.
They were knocked to the ground by the Wargs that came like cannonballs.
The Wargs, which had been modified by flesh and blood, had already gone berserk because of the pain.
Sensing the warm and delicious bodies, they immediately pounced on them, opened their bloody mouths, and tore at them.
The warriors of the Wolf Tribe and the Wargs had an extremely close symbiotic relationship.
When many Wolf Tribe members were born, their families would give them a Warg that was also a newborn, and they would grow up together as blood-related partners.
Even when they were hunting in the wilderness and encountered a survival crisis, exhausted and hungry, the warriors of the Wolf Tribe rarely killed Wargs to satisfy their hunger.
To them, the Mount Wolf was not just a simple mount.
At this moment, seeing countless Wargs fiercely pouncing on them.
Even the elite Wolf Tribe, who had been through hundreds of battles, had their brains go blank for a moment.
Although they reacted in the next moment and fought back mercilessly.
However, huge flowers of blood were already blooming among the elites of the Wolf Clan.
Several elite Wolf Tribe members, whose internal organs had been shattered by the explosion and were seriously injured, had their swollen chests and abdomens torn open by the sharp claws and teeth of the Wargs. Their broken organs flowed on the ground.
And when the elite Wolf Tribe hardened their hearts and killed hundreds of Wargs, a new change occurred.
An elite Wolf Tribe member, who was covered in blood, raised his Zhanmadao high above his head. With a roar, he fiercely slashed at a Warg that was as huge as a brown bear that was charging straight at him.
The bright blade light was like a sharp electric arc, instantly chopping off the Warg's head. The headless body, pushed by inertia, continued to hit the elite Wolf Tribe member.
The elite Wolf Tribe member retracted his blade and dodged. He gathered his strength again, and his eyes were already on the next Warg.
Unexpectedly, from the abdomen of the headless Warg, a black shadow suddenly sprang out and instantly jumped to the back of the elite Wolf Tribe member. Two short blades that looked like fangs, one on the left and one on the right, emitted a demonic light, and deeply pierced into the neck of the elite Wolf Tribe member, firmly stuck in the cervical vertebra!
These were the real elites of the White Bone Camp!
They had been trained by the Ancient Dream Saintess since a few years ago!
They were hiding in the abdomen of the hundreds of Wargs behind them!
The Mount Wolf's fur was fluffy and drooped, perfectly concealing these elites of the White Bone Camp, who had been carefully selected and had slim figures.
In addition, the raging flames and thick smoke obstructed their vision, and the abdomens of the hundreds of Wargs in front of them were empty.
The elite Wolf Tribe members, who had temporarily lost their ability to think and their sharp vigilance due to the explosion of the biogas, did not expect that there was an uninvited guest that was not afraid of death hiding in the abdomen of the hundreds of Wargs behind them.
In an instant, hundreds of black shadows shot out from the abdomen of the Wargs.
Taking advantage of the moment when the elite Wolf Tribe members were distracted by the Wargs, they pounced towards the enemy's vital points.
The combat style of these veterans of the White Bone Camp was completely different from the White Bone Camp recruits who had just been completely annihilated.
Both of them did not lack the courage to face death calmly.
Even if their chests and abdomens were torn open by the claws and teeth of the elite Wolf Tribe members, they still dared to laugh wildly and dig out their intestines, strangling the enemy's throat.
However, the recruits of the White Bone Camp often had unrealistic expectations.
They fantasized that they could defeat the elite Wolf Tribe members.
When they attacked, they attacked the fatal spots of the elite Wolf Tribe members and tried to avoid the fierce attacks of the elite Wolf Tribe members.
But when their fantasies were too fantastical, they ended up losing their lives before they could even land their attacks.
The first impression the veterans of the White Bone Camp gave Meng Chao was the same as the elite Wolf Tribe members who had charged silently just now. They were all lifeless.
The veterans of the White Bone Camp knew very well that even if they had gone through a lot of trouble to set up a chain of traps and used biogas explosions, poison burns, and the charge of the Wargs to completely scatter the elite Wolf Tribe members' formation, their fighting strength would still be at rock bottom.
There was still a gap between them and the anxious elite Wolf Tribe members, and it was very difficult for them to use courage and loyalty to make up for it.
Hence, the veterans of the White Bone Camp did not have the extravagant hope that they could kill the enemy in one hit.
When they attacked the elite Wolf Tribe members' vital points, they were usually feints.
After the elites of the Wolf Tribe blocked their attacks, they would quickly change their moves. They did not seek lethality but only success rate. They only needed to make a cut on the elite's chest, abdomen, or joints, and let out some blood. This would slightly delay the elite's movement, and they would be satisfied.
And when the elite Wolf Tribe members counterattacked, they did not care about dodging perfectly.
After all, no one knew better than the veterans of the White Bone Camp that even if they tried their best to dodge, it was impossible for them to dodge the attacks.
It would be better for them to contract their muscles and allow the enemy's sabers, claws, and teeth to stab deep into their bodies.
As long as they sealed off the blood vessels around the wounds, they would not instantly lose their strength because of internal bleeding.
Then, they could lock down the elite Wolf Tribe members and launch a second wave of attacks before their ruptured organs stopped working.
And the target of the second wave of attacks was still not the elite Wolf Tribe members' vital points.
After all, the vital points were guarded tightly, and it was not easy to pierce through them.
They would rather spend their precious strength on the elite Wolf Tribe members' chests and abdomens, which had the greatest surface area, or on their limbs.
They did not need to succeed. Even if they had to burn their lives, as long as they could break two or three of the elite Wolf Tribe members' fingers, they would be able to gain an advantage for their comrades who would pounce on them.
The advantage would just keep stacking up. They would use the lives of five White Bone Camp veterans in exchange for fine, bloody wounds on one elite Wolf Tribe member. After that, the true decisive moment would come!
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