There were also centaur warriors carrying bone longbows and blood diamond spears on their backs. They marched in an orderly manner, like a long dragon that could not be seen, rolling over from the smoky horizon.
Their eyes flashed with electricity, and their nostrils spewed flames. Their hooves were inlaid with spiked horseshoes made of refined iron, and the horseshoes were soaked with blood.
Although they were not as muscular as the minotaurs, the tens of thousands of centaur warriors advanced in unison. Tens of thousands of horse hooves lifted up almost at the same time, and at the same time, fiercely stomping on the ground. The rumbling sound almost tore Leaves' heart to pieces.
There were also wild boar-men.
These were the greediest and most barbaric fellows of the Bloodhoof Clan. Although they were not as tall as the minotaurs, nor were they as dignified and disciplined as the centaurs, after they swallowed special minerals, they continuously scraped against the mandala trees, solidifying the resin into the most pliable armor.
Sharp spikes that secreted deadly poison poked out from under the armor.
Even if they did not enter the "Totem Frenzy" state.
They were all covered in thorns and had thick skin. They were the craziest and most difficult fellows to deal with in the entire Bloodhoof Clan.
However, when the Barbaric Elephant people swaggered out, the minotaurs, centaurs, and wild boar-men all became small and dainty, and lost their splendor.
These burly fellows, who were more than ten arms tall, were like a moving tall wall.
With every step he took, a spider web-like crack would appear on the bluestone paved road.
Their ivory tusks were three to five times thicker than the horns that the minotaurs were so proud of.
The elephant's trunk was more like a python covered in blood-red thorns, swinging in front of its head.
Not to mention the weapons on their shoulders. They were basically "siege hammers" made from mandala trees that were uprooted, slightly pruned, and covered with rings of iron hoop!
The rat people captives trembled in fear under the thunderous footsteps of the Barbaric Elephant people. They were like rats that were hiding under the feet of a stupid elephant, and would be trampled into meat paste if they were not careful.
Facing such an army of Bloodhoof Clan.
Leaves was as dazed as all the other captives.
The heart of revenge that he had gathered bit by bit over the past few days was once again crushed into pieces.
They were not the first batch of captives to arrive at Blackhorn City.
The Rat Folk, whose numbers were ten times that of the Blood Hoof Warriors, had long gathered at the outskirts of the city.
Glory had descended, and a great battle was about to begin.
The Blackhorn City was the most important military base of the Bloodhoof Clan, one of the five big clans of Tulan.
Turan warriors from all over the world gathered here in an unending stream, causing the population of Blackhorn City to instantly increase by tens of times.
Expanding the city, building barracks, stockpiling rations, mining ores, forging weapons …
Countless jobs were waiting for the rat people to use their sweat, blood, and even their lives to complete.
At the periphery of the city alone, the forging workshops that spurted out poisonous smoke day and night and splashed iron and molten iron killed hundreds of rat villagers every day because of exhaustion or accidents.
They should feel honored.
Had it not been for the unprecedented scale of the war and the urgent need for spears, arrows, and sabers, they would not have been qualified to touch sacred metals at all, nor would they have been qualified to forge their filthy flesh and bones into the sharpest weapons.
Behind the billowing black smoke of the Forging Workshop.
Leaves saw Blackhorn City.
What a magnificent and domineering city it was!
The city that stretched as far as the eye could see wasn't supported by a single piece of mandala wood. It was built with black mountain rocks, white skeletons, and red ores. It seemed that even the wrath of thunder wouldn't be able to break it.
Even the shortest house was four to five stories high. Behind it, there were layers upon layers of buildings. At the highest point, there was a gigantic altar that imitated the appearance of the Sacred Mountain. It was at least ten stories high, no, twenty, no, thirty stories high. It was as tall as the Ye family's shack.
Thirty stories!
If it were not for the blessing of the ancestral spirits and the blessing of the totem power, how could there be a house in this world that did not use a piece of mandala wood to build thirty stories high?!
This magnificent and magnificent scene was like a burning iron that was deeply engraved in Leaves' mind. The scene of his mother being burned to death and An Jia being taken away was deeply engraved in his mind.
He almost wanted to let go of his hatred. He believed that the death of his mother, his brother, and the destruction of the Half-Mountain Village were all the inviolable will of the sacred ancestral spirits.
It was the law of the Tulan people.
Being powerful was right.
The Bloody Hoof Army and Blackhorn City were so powerful.
Everything they did, including the destruction of the Half-Mountain Village, was of course right, even just.
What was more, the ox-head warrior with broken horns had performed the Blood Bestowal Ceremony for his brother and gave him the most glorious thought, right?
No, that was not right.
Something was wrong!
Leaves' canine teeth were deeply embedded in his lips. He struggled to resist this thought with pain and blood.
But many of the rat people captives could not hold on anymore.
Under the pressure of the Bloody Hoof Army and Blackhorn City, their desire for revenge was gone.
Everything in the past had vanished along with his hometown that had been burned to the ground.
Now, they just wanted to be like a real warrior of Turan, to kill, plunder, burn, and destroy everything!
"Let me join the Bloody Hoof Clan!
"I passed the test of the Thorns Forest and the Buffalo Waterfall!
"I have been hungry for three days and three nights, but I still have enough strength to break a mandala tree!
"I can help my lord smash the heads of all enemies, be it the Golden Clan, the Thunder Clan, or the barbarians who believe in the Holy Light. Kill them all, kill them all, kill kill kill kill kill!"
In front of him, an exceptionally strong rat person captive more than three arms tall suddenly shouted like a crazy demon.
He struggled with all his might and accidentally bumped into the ox-head who was escorting him.
The ox-head naturally did not move.
But the blood and mud on the captive's tail accidentally rubbed against his face.
Maybe it was because he was in a relaxed mood after returning to Blackhorn City, the ox-head did not get angry. Instead, he grinned.
"Good, as long as you can endure this punch, you are qualified to become my slave soldier!"
The ox-head used two fingers to break the rope that bound the rat people captive, signaling the captive to get ready.
More Bloody Hoof Warriors excitedly gathered around, shouting and shouting as they placed their bets again.
"Five steps!"
"Seven steps!"
"I don't think he can do it, he is too thin and weak, he can only last three steps at most!"
They spoke in a language that the captives could not understand, throwing out strings of money polished from the bones of totemic beasts.
The strongest rat person captive took a deep breath, his eyes wide open, his chest expanding like a bellows, becoming as sturdy as a shield.
He forcefully held his breath, already unable to speak. He could only use his eyes to signal the ox-head who was not much taller than him, "Come on!"
The ox-head snorted.
He did not accumulate any strength, and casually threw a punch, which seemed to land lightly on the chest of the rat person captive.
The rat person captive's face was filled with shock at first, not expecting the punch to be so weak.
Then, he was wild with joy, believing that he had already become a member of Blackhorn City and the Bloody Hoof Army.
He turned around, opened his arms, and walked towards Ye and the other captives.
One step, two steps.
"Glory, Bloody Hoof —"
He had just taken his third step, and was halfway through his sentence, when the rat person captive's chest continued to expand.
Accompanied by cracking sounds of bones exploding, his upper body exploded like a volcano eruption, and his entire body exploded. Blood and messy internal organs dyed the ground within seven to eight arms red.
The Bloody Hoof Warriors did not expect this guy to be so useless, not even able to last three steps. This guy who had lost everything all started to curse at the half of the corpse that was still poking out.
"Idiot, it is not so easy to join the Bloody Hoof Clan alive."
Ye's companion behind him muttered softly.
He told Ye that the war had not completely broken out yet, and the five clans were still recruiting and sharpening their weapons. They did not need so many rat people as cannon fodder.
The rat people were "recruited" to Blackhorn City, mainly to forge iron, mine, build roads, repair the city, transport food, and undertake the most difficult labor.
According to the experience of the past Glory Era, at least 70 out of 100 rat people would die of exhaustion during the preparation phase of the war.
However, dying of exhaustion was such a disgraceful way of death, and it was impossible for them to be bestowed with the blood of the clan.
"It is impossible for us to join the Bloody Hoof Clan in forging iron, mining, or building roads," his companion said.
"There is only one way for us to get rid of the identity of the rat people, and it is to enter the arena!
"Although we are not qualified to be real gladiators, and we are consumables in the arena at best, toys that the most honorable gladiators use to kill time before they put on a glamorous battle, we are not qualified to be real gladiators.
"But at the very least, we have the opportunity to be tempered and participate in battles. There is a tiny hope that we can become stronger, stronger, and stronger.
"Even if we cannot wound the gladiators in a 'game', as long as we persist for a while under the powerful attacks of the gladiators, it is possible for us to win the favor of one of the spectators, become his slave soldiers, and join the Bloody Hoof Clan!"
Ye thought of something.
He did not know if he really wanted to join the Bloody Hoof Clan.
In the burning shack, his mother was twisting in the flames without saying a word, his brother spinning in midair and falling to the ground heavily, and An Jia's complicated eyes.
The magnificent army of the Bloody Hoof Clan, and the magnificent Blackhorn City.
The two pictures overlapped each other seamlessly, making it impossible for the young man to see his own fate and his own heart.
But there was one thing he was certain of.
Regardless of whether he joined the Bloody Hoof Clan or not.
He longed to become stronger.
He was willing to do anything, and he was willing to pay any price to become stronger regardless of the consequences.
He would become stronger than all the rat people.
He would become stronger than all the Bloody Hoof Warriors, including the Barbaric Elephant-Man.
He would become stronger than the Golden Clan's King of Turan, who had a total of nine totems in his body.
Then, he would use the most brutal method to kill the Minotaur Warrior with broken horns.
And every single Bloody Hoof Warrior who appeared in Halfway Mountain Village that day.
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"Roar, it's the fourth chapter that I haven't seen for a long time. It's not too much for the old bull to shamelessly ask for a monthly ticket, right?
"By the way, our dear Brother Chao is about to jump out in the next chapter. Everyone, throw flowers to welcome him!
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