Chapter 1001 Children

Before Meng Chao could figure out a way to sneak into the abandoned sewage pipes.

The battlefield gradually shifted in the direction of the slums.

All the rat people who lived in the slums ran out.

Clan warriors have a self-righteous sense of honor.

Under normal circumstances, it would not be necessary to kill rat people directly for fun.

Especially in "Game of the Brave", a large-scale competition that is used to sacrifice ancestors and has a strong sense of ritual.

Clan warriors are less likely to actively, directly, and intentionally target Rat People.

So as not to be ridiculed by others and punished by the ancestors.

However, they obviously don't specifically avoid the Rat People, or care about the life and death of a certain Rat People.

Basically, in the eyes of the blood-boiling and fighting-minded warriors of the clan, the rat people are obstacles similar to ruined walls or trash cans.

It is also a projectile that can be grabbed and thrown at the opponent.

The rat people living in this area used to be shivering shivering in the small and simple shacks.

But their flimsy, airy walls were nothing more than mud-filled fences.

Not even mud, barely covered with rags.

Obviously, they couldn't resist the swords, swords and killing intent of the warriors of the clan.

You know, no matter whether it is a wild boar or a tauren, they are all terrifying existences that are over two meters tall and weigh more than three hundred catties.

If there are some savage elephant blood mixed in the body, it is not uncommon for it to grow to more than four or five meters and weigh close to a ton.

Such a huge monster, even if there is no "maliciousness", just rubbing it lightly is enough to knock down the shacks of the rat people, and smash the rat people's tendons, bones, bones and blood.

It must be admitted that at the beginning, the warriors of the clan did not intend to destroy the slums on purpose.

But as the battle became more and more intense, some warriors discovered that after the shacks of the Rat People collapsed, they could get a lot of gravel and beams, use them as weapons, and smash them hard at their opponents.

There were also some warriors who exerted too much force and had to retreat into the ruined walls to catch their breath.

Naturally, the opponent didn't want to give him any cooling time, so he roared and rushed forward, knocking him more than ten meters away, and smashing him into the shack of the rat people together.

Several pairs of steel and iron bones that add up to several tons, covered with bristles and even thorns, rolled around among the ruins.

Naturally, crashing and crushing everything within their rolling range.

Soon, the flames of war spread to half of the slums.

And it caused the rat people in the remaining half of the slums to hold their heads, run away, and scatter in all directions in despair.

The appearance of these rat people made Meng Chao sigh in his heart.

In the ancient earth era, a philosopher once said that even if a mouse is reborn in a rice warehouse and reborn in a toilet, they are two concepts of heaven and earth.

Although the Rat People's servants living in the blood skull arena are often in danger of their lives, they usually have to train frantically day and night, and may even die of exhaustion during training.

However, in order to ensure sufficient combat effectiveness, the master usually would not withhold their food, and would even do everything possible to obtain a large amount of high-energy food and sharp weapons for them.

The best of the Rat People's servants may be raised to be thick-backed, fat and strong, with shiny hair and shiny hair. They are deeply trusted by their masters. At first glance, they are no different from clan warriors.

Therefore, in the arena, it is difficult to feel that "rat people" and "samurai" are two classes with such a big gap.

But these rat people in front of them...

They are all "garbage bugs".

It is the bottom layer of the war machine that maintains the "Turan Civilization", rumbling.

Perhaps, not even a rivet on War Machine.

It was just fuel, charcoal that was about to be burned to ashes.

There are two main sources of litter bugs.

The first is the children among the rat people.

Because of his petite stature, he was able to walk freely through the intricate, dark and narrow sewage pipes, so he was able to avoid the fate of starving to death in the wilderness, and he was able to live in the city of Noire for a longer period of time, before being suffocated to death by methane gas and excrement Drowning, being bitten to death by poisonous insects dormant in the depths of the garbage dump.

The second is the slave labor who drained most of their flesh and energy in foundry workshops or mines.

When they were captured and brought to Blackcorner City, they were probably all in their twenties and thirties.

But after suffering for a year or so in foundry workshops or mines, even if they survived by chance, they often turned into gray hair, tooth loss, blurred eyes, black nostrils, difficulty breathing, and skinny existence.

They have lost the qualification to continue burning themselves in foundries or mines to illuminate the entire civilization.

In order to repay the benevolent ancestors and the grace to let them continue to live, they turned into garbage worms, drilling to a depth of tens of meters, full of all kinds of garbage and excrement, and filled with strong methane in the dark depths , to unblock blocked pipes, collect and transport fermented excrement, nourish the accompanying plants of Datura trees, and try to harvest some common crops in an era of glory when all Datura trees are fruitless, so that some rats Rat people remain in a half-dead state, to give birth to more rat people, and continue to serve as cannon fodder, slave labor and garbage worms.

Therefore, the adult rat people who appeared in front of Meng Chao's eyes all looked like skeletons wrapped in large skins, people and ghosts.

In the deeply sunken eye sockets of many people, even the eyeballs are shriveled, and there is no light to be seen.

Even if their huts were half collapsed by the warriors, and the warriors' maces and meteor hammers whizzed past them, there was no trace of fear or desire to survive on their numb faces.

It was as if their souls had been drained away in the daily torment of mines, furnaces, and sewers.

There is only an empty shell left, waiting to be harvested by the warrior master at any time.

It hasn't been long since the children arrived in Pointe Noire.

The thin face and the big eyes that became more and more round were still shining with the light of the blue sky, refreshing mountain spring, bright flowers and unscrupulous laughter.

This light has not been completely swallowed by the darkness deep in the underground sewage pipes.

It makes the naive children still have some fantasies about tomorrow.

This fantasy made them scream, cry, and shout, wanting to escape from the chaotic battlefield, continue to live, and live until tomorrow comes.

But they are too young to comprehend the divine ancestors, the supreme glory, the rage of warriors, and where is the safest place.

Many children lost their way in the smoke and dust from the collapse of the shack.

Feeling dizzy, he ran around and ran into the center of the battlefield instead.

The samurai masters were eager to kill, so they naturally didn't have any good feelings for these little bastards who disturbed Yaxing and tarnished their glory.

The originally chaotic battlefield suddenly became more chaotic, bloody, and brutal.

"These bastards..."

Meng Chao muttered to himself in the dark.

He heard the "click" sound from his fingers clenched tightly into fists.

The biggest difference in appearance between rat people and warriors is that the rat people's bloodline degeneration and the conflict of various beast genes make their animal characteristics less obvious.

Compared with clan warriors, they tend to be thinner and smaller, with shorter and sparser hair. Many rat people don't even have fangs, sharp claws, and hooves. They only have a pair of small and exquisite animal ears, which are as small as fur balls tail.

That is to say, rat people are more human than warriors.

This was also the reason why Meng Chao would be regarded by the warriors as an ugly ratman with black hair and black eyes.

It is also the original sin of the rat people being bullied - because apart from the animal ears and tails, they are really like the "holy light people" in the north who are controlled by evil gods.

On the other hand, the clan warriors, the purer their blood, the more obvious their animalistic features. The children of wealthy families who came from military aristocrats that have been passed down for thousands of years are like wild boars and bulls standing upright, or wild boars, bulls and bulls. A hybrid of giant elephants.

This is a good man who has been blessed and recognized by the ancestral spirits.

Therefore, in Meng Chao's view, the scene in front of him was "a group of monsters who don't look like humans bullying a group of humans with animal ears and tails".

And, still a child.

It is still possible that he came from Cailuo Village, saved his life, fed him mandala juice with his own hands, poured cold water on his hot forehead, and when he was about to fall into the endless abyss, he blew the Cailuo wind chime, which sounded like a silver bell. His laughter pulled him back into the world of a child.

"Bastard, if you want to be crazy, go crazy yourself, don't bully the weak, implicate the innocent!"

Meng Chao's upper and lower rows of back molars rubbed sparks.

At this moment, several rat children who seemed to be only seven or eight years old ran towards the direction where Meng Chao was dormant in a panic.

Meng Chao's eyes were sharp, and he saw instantly that the child in front had a whistle made of colorful snails hanging around his neck.

Although the color snails are stained with too much dust and stains.

But under the sunlight, it still reflected a gorgeous brilliance.

Meng Chao vaguely remembered that he had seen similar brilliance when he was half-conscious and half-awake.

With joy in my heart, I was about to speak out to guide.

Suddenly, a muffled groan was heard, and a bull-headed warrior nearly three meters tall danced in mid-air, like a big mountain of meat, and fell right in the direction where the children were running.

Meng Chao's pupils shrank into two pinpoints.

The limbs suddenly collapsed like springs compressed to the limit.

Around the knee joints, elbow joints, and shoulder joints, there was even the sound of "cracking", the sound of tendons bouncing.

He rushed out like a whirlwind.

He embraced one child with both hands, raised his neck, and wrapped the hood and cloak around the other two children, throwing all four children flying, narrowly avoiding the impact of the tauren warrior.

boom!

The Tauren Warrior made a deafening noise.

If it weren't for Meng Chao's sharp eyesight and quick hands, at least two of the four children would have been smashed into meatloaf by his nearly half a ton of steel and iron bones.

The tauren really deserved to be the most tyrannical existence in the Bloodhoof clan.

Even the ground was smashed into a shallow pit, and the tauren warrior actually staggered up while breathing, and just spat out a big mouthful of blood.

But in front of him, that is, in front of Meng Chao and the four children, there was a bigger wild boar with red eyes, steam gushing from its nostrils, and standing upright.