Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1043 - Sudden Situation

Chapter 1043: Sudden Situation

Meng Chao had not guessed wrongly.

Brute Hammer was playing a trick of using both kindness and power.

He wanted to subdue this battle team that he had coveted for a long time, and not tire Meng Chao and the others to death.

Therefore, after the rat militia soldiers gritted their teeth and ran dozens of laps, displaying sufficient obedience, Brute Hammer, who could not find any faults, made them stop and pretended to lecture them. Then, he began to slap them and tell them that a very sumptuous banquet had been arranged for them tonight. Moreover, he was a person who was clear about rewards and punishments, and would never mistreat warriors. As long as they were willing to risk their lives to work well with their master, they would definitely become true warriors in the glorious era and enjoy benefits that other rat civilians would never enjoy in their entire lives.

Tonight’s dinner was indeed exceptionally sumptuous.

Other than fried mandrake fruit dipped in sour cream, every rat civilian soldier actually received a large chunk of b.l.o.o.d.y totem beast flesh, as well as half a fragrant golden fruit. There was even a pot of bubbling liquor.

After all, to be able to last so long in the Blood Skull Arena, these soldiers were considered the elite soldiers of thousands of rat civilians. With the war about to begin, their masters still had to give them a few sweet dates to eat.

However, the delicious food that usually made people want to eat them was like wax in the eyes of the rat civilian servant soldiers at that moment. It did not inspire the slightest bit of morale.

“The Big-horned Rat G.o.d does not exist. The so-called messenger is simply a spy sent by the Gold Clan.”This matter dealt a psychological blow to the rat civilians that far exceeded the imagination of the clan warriors.

The result of the destruction of faith was that many of the rat civilian servant soldiers were like leaves. Of course, they no longer believed in the big horn rat G.o.d, they also did not believe in the nonsense of “Fighting and dying for the Blood Hoof clan, using blood and courage to seize the Supreme Glory”.

Since the big horn rat G.o.d was fake, who could guarantee that the ancestor spirit of the Blood Hoof Clan was definitely not fake?

With this thought, the rat civil servants all entered a state of despair. They did not believe in anything, and they were lazy and could not raise their spirits.

However, under the threat of the commander’s whip and the Warblade of the supervising squad, they were driven by the desire to survive and moved forward mechanically.

In the words of the warriors of the clan, who were gnashing their teeth in anger and resenting the fact that they had failed to live up to their expectations, the rat folk soldiers said, “These trash don’t look like n.o.ble Turan warriors anymore. They are even more listless than the skeleton soldiers in the nether desert who have lost the control of the liches!”

Of course, most of the rat subjects did not see themselves as n.o.ble Turan warriors in the first place.

They were just ants who wanted to live.

And this was what the high and Mighty Masters of the clan had done over the past ten million years.

On the other hand, the rat subjects of Turan ze were like the skeleton soldiers of the nether empire, which were consumables that did not require thought or spirit.

No matter what they thought, the war machine of the entire black-corner city began to rumble under the pa.s.sionate horns and war drums of the Clan Warriors.

When the Red Star that looked three to five times larger than the Sun on Earth tore through the last Wisp of darkness in the long night and poured the first turbulent blood-red river into black-corner city, the war drums that shook the souls.., hundreds of temples that had already resounded in the major families and arenas.

At the same time, a colorful light pillar with a large number of cuneiform characters rose in the sky above each temple.

The hundreds of light pillars were like pillars that could support the sky and the Earth. Together, they supported a huge temple that was majestic, Majestic, invisible, and could be clearly sensed by all the blood-hoofed warriors.

Standing in this shapeless temple, all the blood hoofed warriors, whether it was the minotaurs, wild boars, or through the blood bestowing ritual.., the gnolls, Lizardmen, and feather clan members who had just joined the blood hoofed clan were all in a daze. They saw the magnificent and earth-shaking ancient battlefield.

They saw how the ancestral spirits, who were unafraid of death and refused to yield, fought against the evil G.o.d of Twilight, who was trying to kill all the vitality on the earth.

Heard the wrathful roars of the ancestral spirits, and heroic laughter.

And infected by the emotional cries of the ancestral spirits, they could not wait to rush into the land of holy light now, to rush to the tower that claimed to be able to connect heaven and earth, to go to the vast and boundless starry sky, with a tiny body of flesh and blood, to fight the evil twilight who wants to control everything.

Just like that, every temple was filled with the strongest warriors of each family.

In every temple, there was a roar that resounded through the sky, shattering gold and stone.

As the priests chanted long and clumsy chants, and twisted dances that surpa.s.sed the limits of the human body, battle teams armed to the teeth filed out of the temples.

At this moment, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

There were still many places in black horn city where the sun could not reach.

Each warrior of the clan was holding a torch made of the huge leg bone of a totem beast and the flexible branches of the mandala tree that were soaked in oil.

Thousands of torches stretched out to form fire dragons that bared their fangs and brandished their claws.

The fire dragons gathered on the main road through the poor streets and dilapidated walls, becoming thicker, fiercer, and brighter.

They went from a battle team of hundreds of people to a battle gang of thousands of people to a battle group of tens of thousands of people.

At the forefront of the battle group, ancient battle flags that could be traced back to thousands of years ago fluttered in the wind.

Because they were soaked in the blood of countless warriors, these battle flags that were surrounded by spiritual energy showed no signs of being polluted or damaged. Instead, they emitted an incomparably magnificent light along with the uniform roars of the warriors of the clan, they condensed into groups of dazzling human figures, just like the heroes of the epics who came to the human world to guide the new generation of Tulan warriors toward their unfinished business.

Just like that, when the sun rose, there were already more than ten battle groups. Outside black-corner city, under a mandala tree that was nearly 10,000 years old and could not be hugged by dozens of people, they gathered in front of the oldest temple.

The newly born b.l.o.o.d.y Skull Battle Group was the youngest battle group in black-corner city.

As the commander of the battle group, Casanova Bloodhoof naturally wanted to make a grand entrance and gain the upper hand.

However, the ancestral spirit played a huge joke on him.

In his b.l.o.o.d.y skull battle group, there were actually a lot of rat civilian soldiers who were suffering from acute illnesses.

First, they vomited and diarrhea, then it was hot and cold, then it was like the world was spinning. Cold Sweat was breaking out all over their bodies, their muscles were twitching, and their joints were so sore that it was as if hundreds of red-hot steel needles had been inserted into them. With just a slight movement.., he was in so much pain that he almost fainted. He could not even stand up. How could he gather and march out?

The Warriors of the clan had originally thought that the rat militia were playing tricks.

After two whips were broken consecutively, but the rat militia could not be whipped up. Moreover, the servants were gnashing their teeth. Their faces were as ferocious as ghosts. Only then did they realize that the situation was not good.

After all, even many ‘house rats’who had worked for the b.l.o.o.d.y feet clan for hundreds of years and were absolutely loyal to their master had suffered. Their legs had gone soft, and they could not climb out of the cesspool after falling into it.

This was definitely not a disguise.

The witch doctors of the b.l.o.o.d.y Skull Legion had also confirmed that these poor hamster soldiers had indeed suffered from a sudden illness.

To be more precise, they had been poisoned.

All the rat militia soldiers who had fallen ill had one thing in common. They had received a reward at the same time last night and had eaten an exceptionally sumptuous amount of food.

The witch doctors carried out research on the food left behind.

In the end, they found something strange in the sour cream and liquor that were distributed to the servants.

It was a poison that none of the witch doctors had ever seen before.

It was a combination of the effects of a variety of overbearing secret medicines, including laxatives.

For the bodies of the rat people that were not nourished, as long as they ate a mouthful of sour cream and drank a small bowl of strong wine, they would definitely fall into a state of food poisoning.

The witch doctors did not have a good solution to food poisoning.

After all, it had been so long since dinner last night. The poison had already invaded the blood and limbs of the rat soldiers. No matter how much they tried to induce vomiting, it was useless.

It was obvious that the strong wine and sour cream could not have rotted at the same time and produced such a strange poison.

Someone had deliberately poisoned them to stop the blood skull battle group from taking action.

“b.a.s.t.a.r.d!”

Casavar was furious.

A dense blacklist suddenly appeared in his mind.

Fortunately, after the witch doctors studied it for a long time, they came to the conclusion that although this poison was overbearing, it was not fatal.

Moreover, it came and went quickly. As long as the rat militia soldiers who were poisoned by food were carried to a shady place to have a good rest, and fed them the milder honey to stir the mandala fruit puree soup, they should be able to recover slowly within one or two days, it should be possible.

Well-trained servants were precious war resources.

Casavar could only pinch his nose and let the witch doctors resolve the food poisoning incident as soon as possible.

He led the Warriors and servants who were not poisoned to the temple of Black Horn first.

Unfortunately, most of the rat civil servants of the Wildhammer squad had been affected.

The rat civil servants of the ‘original ice storm squad’who had just been subdued had the most severe symptoms of food poisoning.

Last night, when they were receiving the reward, they had faithfully carried out Meng Chao’s orders. They shook off their cheeks, opened their rear teeth, and devoured the food like a tornado. Everyone’s stomachs were swollen until they were as thin as cicada’s wings.

Later on, they were the ones with the most severe diarrhea and vomiting.

The entire training camp was filled with their stench.

As a result, man hammer angrily rushed to the entrance of the training camp and sneezed a series of times due to the stench.

Seeing that they didn’t look like humans, ghosts, or ghosts, and looked like they were about to kick their legs at any moment, this clan’s warrior, who had always been vicious and merciless, didn’t take the lives of the rat folk soldiers seriously, felt a little scared.

After all, Casava had s.n.a.t.c.hed this well-trained and powerful battle team from the hands of ice storm and handed it over to him. It was not without a price.

Having the strongest warrior meant that they had to carry out the most difficult mission.

This was a matter of course.

If they did not even meet the golden clan and the holy light human clan, or even arrive at the black horn temple, the entire battle team would be wiped out in their hands.

Even the simple-minded brute hammer could imagine how Sharp Casava’s b.l.o.o.d.y hooves would be when they pierced through his gaze.