Chapter 209, Hunting

Yes, it was just such a simple reason.

The special armor-piercing arrow could only make a tiny dent on the bright silver armor.

This was the power of the blood mushroom.

As the distance between the two sides approached, the centaurs put down their longbows and drew their scimitars. The longbow did have advantages in range and lethality, but it was difficult to throw a second round of arrows in a violent charge.

Now it was the turn of the temple guards.

The rats were not without means of long-range attack. The Western Expeditionary Force under Sheng Qi was quite good at operating war equipment. Those huge catapults were much more powerful than small gadgets like bows and arrows.

But bows and arrows were indeed more suitable for cavalry units, but there was something that could replace them. When the distance between the two sides approached, after the centaurs put down their longbows, the temple guards put down their shields, and a bright silver short spear was held in their hands.

The rats were good at using spears and throwing spears.

One after another, the bright silver short spears passed through the sky, with a different kind of beauty, but also foreshadowing death.

This thing is much more powerful than a bow and arrow.

The Centaur warriors were not without protection, they also wore metal armor, but the armor's protective ability was not really good. Although they were considered tall among the short races in the grassland, they were only among the many races in the grassland.

Facing the silver javelin, it didn't make much difference whether there was a thin armor or not.

The silver that passed through the sky easily penetrated the Centaur knights one by one, and even had enough strength to pass through the flesh and blood and sink into the scarlet grassland. The Centaur knights who were hit could even run forward for a distance before they suddenly realized and fell to the ground.

If there is any army in the Rat Kingdom that can most reliably surround and kill those extraordinary heroes, then the Temple Guards should be one of them. In the extremely abundant supply of blood mushrooms, the Temple Guards are not targeting the warriors, senior warriors, and elite warriors of various races, but the hero candidates who are capable of serving as generals of the armies of various races.

Although a single Temple Guard can barely fight with the hero candidates of those powerful races, they may be killed on the spot after a few moves. They are the weakest guys in this level.

However, the death of one or two Temple Guards is not worth mentioning. The scarcity of Temple Guards is only for the other armies in the Rat Kingdom.

You will not see an army composed of tens of thousands of hero candidates in other races. At least for now, the rats have not encountered such a powerful opponent.

And the rats' use of Temple Guards is also outrageous.

This large group of heroes are only used to guard the temples in cities.

This is a great waste.

Under normal circumstances, these guys will stubbornly squat around the temples. Even if the rat war is fierce, the temple guards will not rush to help immediately. Their most essential duty is to guard the temples of gods, not other things.

They do not actively participate in external wars. In the rat kingdom, the temple guards are the most gentle force. Even for those lowly rats, they just ignore them, but they will not stop them from kneeling in the temples of gods and offering sacrifices.

But all this has a premise.

You'd better not touch the temples they guard, you'd better not blaspheme the great gods, and you'd better not be a heretic.

Three rounds of short spears were thrown out, and a large number of centaurs fell to the ground. They showed the tenacity of the grassland race, and collided with the temple guards under these rounds of spears.

In the fierce collision, a group of temple guards were blown away, but in contrast, more centaurs were knocked to the ground.

This group of centaurs was defeated in the first collision.

Scarlet's violent eyes fell on every centaur in front of him, and the bright silver lances in his hands were thrown away casually, and the sacrificial utensils of various shapes were held by these temple guards.

The centaurs had already experienced the power of the temple guards. In the fallen city, only a few hundred temple guards were able to fight against the centaurs running wildly in foot battles.

At this time, all the people gathered in front of them were such guys.

The lack of intelligence made them misjudge, or perhaps they were too confident in themselves. The centaurs were indeed the most powerful group of knights on this grassland, and the most outstanding group of sharpshooters.

It was just a pity that they were not dealing with a group of warriors in the conventional sense. After all, no race could afford to form an army composed entirely of hero candidates.

It was not enough for 100,000 Centaur Knights to defeat this group of red-eyed temple guards. It was far from enough.

At the moment of the collision, the Centaur Knights were completely at a disadvantage. The temple guards who were manipulating various sacrificial instruments firmly suppressed the Centaur Warriors.

In order to deal with such disadvantages, the violent wind was once again called by the Centaur commander, and a large number of temple guards were swept away by the hurricane.

This was indeed a means that the temple guards could not match. The temple guards had never received the blessing of the gods in the true sense, and naturally could not borrow the power of the great gods to offset the violent hurricane.

But there was no need to borrow the power of the great gods. The leader with the flag on his back, the leader with particularly exquisite armor, launched a charge.

The flag behind him fluttered in the storm. He did not use all kinds of strange sacrificial utensils like the temple guards under his command to bring the most painful death to the enemy.

He held only an ordinary silver spear in his hand.

Riding the ferocious giant rat, he jumped high and broke into the storm called by the Centaur commander alone.

Shame must be washed away, washed with blood, and compensated with death.

Did not retreat because of the storm.

The Centaur Commander was a little more flustered, and the hazy green light was awakened, building a hazy light wall in front of him to stop the madman who broke into the storm and attacked him.

The silver spear collided with the hazy light wall, and the Centaur Commander saw a pair of cold eyes.

The storm stopped.

An ordinary silver spear pierced the Centaur Commander's chest. In that unbelievable expression, he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

In just one day, the temple guards who chased him brought this Centaur Knight to his own end, death.

The tyrannical and manic temple guards began to kill wantonly.

But the shame that was stained could never be washed away.