Broken Teeth was the vice-captain of the Poison Sting Battle Squad.
He was also the strongest of all the house rat soldiers, his body size only second to the pure-blooded wild boar warriors.
Even though half of the fang sticking out from the left corner of his mouth was broken, it was still longer and sharper than the other rat soldiers.
This fang was stuck in the flesh of a totem beast, which was why it was broken in the middle.
That totem beast left him with a head full of shocking scars, as well as the courageous name "Broken Teeth".
— — To be able to escape from the jaws of a totem beast, it was enough to prove that he was not a normal rat.
In fact, the blood of the Iron Skin Family flowed in Broken Teeth's body.
His grandfather was a true warrior of the family.
Unfortunately, his father was born with a deformity, unable to pass the coming of age ceremony.
He could only serve his distant relatives with the identity of a rat citizen, living an extremely humiliating life.
But all of this was about to end.
Broken Teeth was confident that in the Battle of Glory, he would accumulate enough resources and power, receive the divine blessing of blood, and return to the embrace of the Iron Skin Family.
Of course, he must first follow his master and crush these weak cowards.
Broken Teeth did not doubt this at all.
Especially just now in the Great Hall of Glory, after beating up these pitiful creatures who did not deserve to stand on the stage.
He even faintly felt pity for these guys.
They were not warriors in the first place.
They were just a bunch of wriggling slugs.
They should not have appeared here at all, being laughed at for nothing.
Instead, they should have died silently in the dark dungeon, rotting.
"Let me, Lord Broken Teeth, end the shameful lives of you pitiful creatures!"
Broken Teeth's face was ferocious as he locked onto his target — — the little guy who was at the front of the enemy's battle formation, so young that water could be squeezed out of it. His hands and feet were too thin, and he was shivering, as if he could not even hold a battle axe.
Seeing him pouncing over like a thunderbolt, the little guy was already so scared that his face was pale, and he could not even stand steadily.
Broken Teeth grinned, roared, and raised a whirlwind with his mace.
The beautiful scene of the little guy being smashed by him until his bones were broken, flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and even his internal organs were spurting out of his throat appeared in front of him.
However — —
The mace, which was like a hot knife through butter, missed its target.
The huge destructive force and acceleration had nowhere to vent it. It dragged him forward for more than a dozen steps. Only when the joints in his legs were aching did he manage to stop.
Duan Ya looked back in surprise and found that the trembling little fellow was like a Datura leaf in a gale. It spun three times in the air and fell to the side lightly!
His mace seemed to have only wiped off two strands of the little guy's hair!
"How is this possible?"
Duan Ya couldn't believe his eyes as he searched the mace. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find even half a drop of blood.
He could only bitterly blame himself for being too excited and exerting too much force, and this kid's luck was just too good.
"Even the lowliest Rat Folk are occasionally blessed by the ancestral spirits."
Broken Teeth mumbled and spat two mouthfuls of saliva into his palm. He wanted to launch a second round of attacks towards the slender teenager.
However, the slender youth ran into the crowd in panic.
After the first round of attacks, the arena had already become a mess and had sunk into extreme chaos.
That's right, as the Poison Sting Battle Team had expected, the Ice Storm Battle Team collapsed at the first touch.
No, they didn't even "touch" them. Seeing the Poison Sting Battle Team rushing over aggressively, the Ice Storm Battle Team immediately scattered, unable to even maintain the most basic formation.
This was an extremely clumsy and shameful behavior.
However, it also caused the Poison Sting Battle Team's all-out attack to miss.
They didn't seem to have smashed down many of the Ice Storm Battle Team's servant soldiers.
Even the wild rat servant soldiers who fell down in a very exaggerated manner were all running with their hands and feet, covering their heads and scurrying away like a group of cockroaches with amazing vitality. It was impossible to tell that they had been fatally wounded.
The main arena was large enough to accommodate over a thousand fully-armored Tulan warriors fighting each other here.
If it weren't for the fame of the Ice Storm Battle Team and the background of the Poison Sting Battle Team, this kind of 30 versus 30 battle team wouldn't even be qualified to be carried out on the main arena.
Duan Ya and the other family rat servants were originally very excited that they were qualified to show their faces in front of tens of thousands of clan warriors.
However, they now found that the overly spacious battlefield brought them a lot of trouble.
The opponent's battle formation was destroyed by them in one wave.
However, if they wanted to kill their scattered opponents, they seemed to be unable to form a tight charging formation.
This was not a problem.
To deal with this group of cowards and pitiful worms, did they still need a formation?
After all, they were well-trained slave warriors of the Iron Skin Family. As soon as Broken Teeth let out a whistle, the thirty warriors in the charging formation spread out smoothly and turned into a chasing formation of three warriors in a group, attacking from all directions.
Duan Ya locked onto another target.
It was a wrinkled, white-haired old man.
His panicked eyes looked towards Duan Ya's direction, as if inviting him, "Don't come over!"
"Why does the Ice Storm Battle Team even have this kind of old bastard?"
Duan Ya frowned, exerted his strength, charged, and waved his mace fiercely. He was looking forward to the feeling of brains bursting, blood splattering, old bones breaking, and the thrill of "kacha kacha" …
However, he missed his target again.
Duan Ya was dumbfounded. When he turned around, he happened to see the grey-haired, half-old man crawling on the ground, using both his hands and feet, like a huge but agile spider, narrowly dodging the swords and axes of the other two rat slave warriors, and dashed dozens of arm's distance away.
Duan Ya and his companions looked at each other, not daring to believe their eyes.
Were these bastards really from the Turanians?
Duan Ya was about to launch a new round of charging towards this shameless old bastard despite the dull pain in his legs.
Suddenly, a new target cut into the path between him and the old bastard.
It was a guy with black hair and black eyes, a pale face, and his body was covered in bandages. The bandages were still stained with blood, and he gave off a faint herbal smell.
Xiao Chen's frail appearance made Broken Teeth a little embarrassed to attack him.
After all, bullying the weak, at least in front of everyone, was not the style of the Turanians!
However, this black-haired, black-eyed piece of trash just happened to be blocking his path.
In that case, he would crush this piece of trash and the old bastard together into minced meat!
Duan Ya had lost his patience. White smoke that was hotter than steam gushed out of his nostrils. He roared together with his two companions and waved their spiked clubs, greatswords, and battleaxes. Like a destructive storm, they charged forward in a straight line.
The black-haired, black-eyed piece of trash was like a white rabbit that had accidentally entered a tiger's den. His face was full of fear and confusion.
He stood there with his back straight and watched Duan Ya and his companions charge at him. His limbs were extremely stiff, as if he had been too frightened and was dumbfounded.
"You should have succeeded this time, right?"
Duan Ya's hideous smile was extremely intense, and there was a hint of resentment in it.
He was eager to vent the anger that he had not vented on the slender young man and the old bastard on this piece of trash.
He wanted to blow up this piece of trash's heart.
Then, he wanted to squeeze the mud-like heart out of his throat.
However, when he was only three to five arms away from his target, and the target was still motionless, as if there was no force that could stop him from smashing his opponent into a pile of meat.
However, he sensed an extremely sharp killing intent coming from behind him.
Having escaped from the tiger's mouth of a totem beast, Duan Ya's extremely sharp senses made his heart suddenly contract, releasing a large amount of blood and strength. Ignoring the sharp pain that was bursting out of his joints and tendons, he knelt down in front of the black-haired, black-eyed piece of trash, and rolled away horizontally.
The two ignorant companions behind him were not so lucky. Before they could react, they were knocked away by a lead-gray light and a bright silver light.
While still in the air, they were already vomiting blood. Their chests were dented, and the thin armor was deeply embedded into their flesh. Their limbs became softer than wet ropes. It seemed that they were not going to survive.
In the lead-gray light and the bright silver light, two impatient roars came, "Get out of the way, you pieces of trash!"
"Yes... Master!"
Duan Ya was lucky enough to survive, but now he was covered in dirt. He couldn't even tell the difference between him and his opponent. He realized in shock and fear that they were just unlucky enough to run into the attack and defense routes of the two main generals!
The clan warriors who advocated bravery and challenged the strong would usually not deliberately attack the enemy's small fries when the enemy's main general was still alive.
Soldier against soldier, general against general, this was the battlefield etiquette that the Turan warriors had followed for thousands of years.
Therefore, as soon as the horn was blown, the two main generals, Ice Storm and Poison Sting, left the servant soldiers behind and went to talk to the strong.
The problem was, no matter how spacious the arena was, it was still not enough to bear all of the anger and killing intent of the two totem warriors who had activated their totem armor and could easily fly at the speed of sound.
They would not deliberately attack the small fries.
However, when they soared to the speed of sound, released frost and flames, and blasted the arena into smithereens, if there were any idiotic soldiers who happened to be in their path of attack, they would not make way for them.
Duan Ya knew this very well.
However, the two consecutive attacks failed, and the targets ran away in a very wretched manner, which deeply angered the house rat servant soldier captain who was full of honor.
The target of the third attack, the black-haired and black-eyed trash, seemed to have a very... evil power, which made people unable to control their anger when they saw him, and they just wanted to tear him into pieces. Unconsciously, they forgot to observe the surrounding environment.
Moreover, who would have thought that they would be so unlucky? Their attack route just happened to cross the attack and defense routes of the two totem warriors, and at the same time, they also happened to fly at the maximum speed?
"Yes, it's just luck. We are so unlucky today!"
Duan Ya looked at the black-haired trash, whose face was splashed with drops of blood, and who finally got rid of the "dumbstruck" state. He was so scared that his facial features were scrunched up, and he was covering his head with his hands. Duan Ya was so angry that even Duan Ya felt itchy. "Moreover, our opponents are so useless, so shameless!"
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