Chapter 1133: Wolf Smoke Rises

It was too late to say it, but soon enough, the totem warrior on the opposite side had already swung a mace thicker than a wild elephant's thigh, and swung a devastating shock wave that was visible to the naked eye.

The howling sonic boom was like a broadsword landmine exploding violently.

Dozens of Rat People's Rebel Army who finally managed to attack the city wall were blown away like kites with broken strings.

Only the iron head holding the Hundred Blades Battle Flag in his hand was caught in the gap between two shock waves under the control of the opponent's exquisite power.

The shock wave squeezed him violently from both sides, making him unable to move as if he was caught in a turbulent current.

The lobes of the lungs could not expand, the heart stopped beating, both eyes swelled out due to the high intracranial pressure, and hundreds of bloodshot streaks surrounding the pupils broke apart unstoppably.

Even on the skin as rough as sandpaper, blood droplets the size of pinpoints seep out.

This is the power of the totem warrior!

If there is no interference from unexpected factors, the iron head will definitely be crushed by the tyrannical shock wave between breaths, and the internal organs and brains will be squeezed.

The blood-stained Hundred Blades Battle Banner will obediently return to the hands of the totem warriors.

But at the critical moment, Meng Chao grabbed the iron head's belt from behind and yanked it hard.

In order to hang the two giant axes without tearing the belt, the belt with the iron head is simply a piece of iron chain removed from the meteor hammer.

Therefore, it was not shattered by the destruction ripples stirred up by the totem warriors.

Meng Chao pulled him back a big step, just in time to narrowly dodge the totem warrior's mace, the most violent sweep.

If the distance was shortened by a few inches, the entire face of Iron Head, including the mouth, nose, eyes and ears, would be torn off by the spikes and barbs on the mace!

The blow that he was aiming to win was inexplicably missed, and the totem warrior was shocked and angry.

With a low growl, he took a heavy step towards the iron head, leaving seven or eight circles of criss-crossing cracks like spider webs on the ground as hard as iron.

With the power of pedaling, the totem warrior raised the mace high again, and the killing flames swirled around the mace like a raging storm.

In the storm, there was even a faint image of a ferocious hungry wolf with its bloody mouth open.

Due to lack of oxygen in the brain, Iron Head has lost the ability to think and act, and has become a stupid target.

However, there was a piercing pain from the soles of the totem warrior's feet.

There is also a chill like a living thing, trying to follow his blood vessels from the soles of his feet to his heart.

When he looked down, the totem warrior was horrified to find that the large pool of blood under his feet, the blood that had not yet solidified, had all condensed and frozen at some point, turning into sharp ice picks.

The bright red ice pick, possessing incredible sharpness and hardness, unexpectedly found the gap between the armor and pierced into his body from the ankle!

This totem warrior is not the most powerful member of the Golden Clan after all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be thrown into the lonely Baijian City to face the overwhelming tide of rat people.

Although his totem armor can barely cover the whole body.

But unlike Meng Chao and Ice Storm's layers of "thousand-year armor", they were seamless and integrated.

Especially at the joint between the calf and the sole of the foot, in order to ensure the maximum range of motion of the ankle, there is a very small gap.

Unexpectedly, through this gap, his ankle and the entire sole of his foot were firmly nailed to the ground with bloody ice picks by the mysterious enemy.

"How can it be!

"How can a mere ratman have such a terrifying 'characteristic'?

"Who, who is hiding in the dark?"

Under the double interference of shock and severe pain, the mace, which was mixed with tremendous strength, also lost its aim, brushed past the iron head, and smashed a shocking hole in the ground.

Pushed by the shock wave and pulled by Meng Chao, the iron head flew high towards the rear and fell straight outside the city wall!

There is a height difference of dozens of arms between the top and bottom of the city wall.

For high-level orcs with rough skin and thick flesh, this is not an insurmountable distance.

What's more, hundreds of thousands of corpses have been piled up under the city wall, forming a thick buffer.

When Meng Chao was about to fall to the ground, he supported the iron head and tried to dissipate the impact as much as possible.

Even though this reckless man fell badly, he was unscathed, even holding the blood-stained Hundred-Blades Battle Banner tightly in his hand.

Meng Chao and Ice Storm, who followed them and landed lightly, looked at each other.

"Hurry up, we must take back the captured battle flag and sacrifice it to the Great Horned Rat God!"

The two yelled in Tie Tou's ear at the same time.

Finally, the soul of Iron Head was called back.

The brash man with well-developed limbs and simple mind shivered deeply.

Licking his chapped lips, and looking up at the murderous, bloody city, he realized how dangerous a battle he had just experienced, and what a terrifying enemy he faced so close.

Iron Head would never admit that the moment he faced the enemy totem warrior, he was so frightened that his soul went out of his body, and he was dumbstruck.

He was by no means afraid to climb up the tower again to fight to the death with the enemy totem warriors, proving his loyalty to the Great Horned Rat God with vigorous sacrifices.

However, sending the captured enemy battle flags back to one's own camp can boost morale even more.

Tie Tou stuffed the Hundred Blades Battle Flag into his arms, rolled and crawled, turned around and ran away.

When the totem warrior finally crushed the bloody ice cone under his feet, he threw himself on the crenel angrily and looked down.

All I could see was billowing smoke, burning corpses everywhere, and a raging tide of Ratmen.

All the rat people rolled one after another in the ditch full of corpses.

Rolled to ashes, covered in blood and mud.

It is impossible to tell who took the battle flag.

What's more, the soles of the feet twitched due to pain still reminded the totem warrior that there was a high possibility of hiding the masters of the Big Horn Legion underneath.

Jumping down hastily, getting involved in the rat tide of words.

The next time the bloody ice pick might penetrate his body from the bottom of his feet.

The furious totem warrior could only howl terribly on the city wall.

In Baiblade City, the smoke finally rose.

Thick black smoke hangs feebly in mid-air, like an exhausted warrior, unwillingly raising his hand to admit defeat.

That's right, the warriors of the dignified Golden Clan are going to ask for help from the outside world when they are besieged by a group of rats. What is this if they are not admitting defeat?

However, they have no choice.

On the defense line in the south of the city, the battle flag was snatched by the damn mouse under the circumstances that everyone was watching. This dealt an immeasurable blow to the morale of the defenders.

Now, even many golden warriors who came from generations of nobles and have extremely pure blood are whispering in distraught—does the horned mouse god really exist, and has terrifying abilities that surpass countless ancestors?

Otherwise, even the wisest priest would really be unable to explain why the seemingly weak, humble, dirty and obedient Rat People, who had been silently enduring slavery and oppression for thousands of years, would become so fierce overnight , tyrannical or even crazy?

In addition, the totem warrior tried to regain the battle flag, but was pierced through the foot by the blood ice cone summoned by the ice storm. With the bloody wound, the commander of the defending army believed that there were also very terrible totems mixed in among the besiegers. warrior.

If you don't ask for help again.

Once the totem warriors of the Big Horn Legion took advantage of the chaos and entered the White Blade City.

The tragedy of Black Point City is very likely to repeat itself.

The crooked wolf smoke also made the besiegers breathe a sigh of relief.

In order to put strong enough pressure on the city of Hundred Blades, in the past three days, the Bighorn Legion launched wave after wave of near-suicide attacks on this city covered with gleaming steel thorns, and left tens of thousands of people behind. dead body.

Even for the Bighorn Legion, which theoretically has infinite strength, such a loss has reached an unbearable critical point.

After all, every corpse that fell here was not untrained, dumbfounded, cannon fodder armed with wooden sticks and dung forks.

They are the elite selected from thousands of thousands of people after their long journeys and successive fierce battles.

Almost at the same time as the smoke rose, the horn sounded to suspend the attack from behind the besiegers.

Meng Chao and Ice Storm successfully escorted Tietou and the Hundred Blades Battle Flag in his arms, and withdrew to their own position.

Before that, the news that an invulnerable warrior jumped onto the Hundred Blades Tower and snatched the Hundred Blades Battle Flag from the minions of countless wolves, tigers and leopards had already spread throughout the entire battlefield.

At the beginning, everyone thought that this brave and fearless warrior had been chopped into flesh by the defenders, and even if the Hundred Blades Battle Flag had not been snatched back by the enemy, it must have been lost on the chaotic battlefield. Burned to ashes or buried deep in a pile of corpses.

Unexpectedly, this warrior crossed the line of fire unscathed, and brought back the battle flag symbolizing the will and glory of the enemy!

What an amazing feat!

What a wonderful miracle this is!

Stories of the Ironhead are being told throughout the camp.

Even the generals and priests who commanded the siege had heard of his name.

That night, flames shot up to the sky in the northeast of Bairen City, and there were constant shouts of killing. The boiling killing intent collided with the stars in the night sky, making all the stars tremble under the bloody light.

Good news and dawn come at the same time.

The Bone Battalion successfully ambushed a wolf army rushing to the aid of Bairen City, fought fiercely in the middle of the night, beheaded 800 people, and seized countless weapons, armor and mounts.

This is just the beginning.

In the next few days, there are bound to be countless reinforcements. In order to defend the glory and faith, they will rush to the White Blade City in a steady stream, and start an epic decisive battle with the Big Horn Legion to determine the future and destiny.

In a sense, the number one warrior who opened the curtain of the decisive battle.

At the same time, the iron head who won the two great victories of "First Climbing" and "Capturing the Flag" received extremely generous commendations and rewards.

In a grand sacrifice, in front of tens of thousands of Ratmen warriors, he will be implanted with a totem symbolizing bravery and loyalty, as well as a precious totem armor fragment, by the high-ranking priest of the Big Horn Legion. !