The Earth People are so Fierce

In this way, many bloodhoof warriors from the local towns and villages were either unable to work hard, and even if they found the temple thief, they would not be guilty of fighting with each other.

Either be wary of the noire warriors around you, more than wary of temple thieves.

There are even some bloodhoof warriors from the place who gather in secret, muttering that they don't know what they are planning.

The "Game of the Brave" has just ended one day, between the tauren and the boar, between the elephant and the centaur, between different families, between the city of Pointe-Noire and the local township... In the case of limited resources, everywhere Full of contradictions, how can it be so easy to be intimate and united?

Just when the situation was already in turmoil, something worse happened.

Whether temple thieves or bloodhoof warriors, many people have come into contact with the weapons, armors, and secret medicines enshrined in the temple. Origin samurai!

You know, these ancient weapons, armors, and secret medicines were enshrined in the temple, rather than being used in actual combat.

It is because they are too domineering, too dangerous, and too unstable, just like spar bombs that will explode at any time.

In order to perfectly control these ancient weapons, armors and secret medicines, in addition to a suitable candidate with a firm will, it is also necessary to go through repeated trials and get the healing of the witch doctor and the blessing of the priest.

Otherwise, it will become a puppet of weapons and armor, or turn into a beast that only knows to kill at the moment of taking the secret medicine, which is a high probability event.

When the temple thieves took out ancient weapons, armors and secret medicines, they were careful, using secret stabilizing potions and thick totem animal skins to isolate them, and never touch these extremely dangerous ancient weapons and armors.

Their original plan was to send these ancient weapons and armors containing terrifying power out of Pointe Noire, then slowly activate them and try to control them.

However, when several temple thieves were surrounded by ten times the number of bloodhoof warriors, they were desperate.

In addition to sprinkling my own blood on these ancient weapons and armors, and then bubbling or "cracking" the secret potion of "cracking", making my life bloom like fireworks in an instant, soaring. What other choice do they have besides having a fighting power several times higher than usual?

The same thing didn't just happen to temple thieves.

It also happened to the fringe families and third-rate warriors from many local towns and villages.

You know, most ancient weapons and armors with powerful totem power.

It has a very mysterious and very strange magnetic field.

It can have a fatal attraction to the third-rate warriors from the backcountry.

Perhaps these third-rate warriors have heard of the terrible origin of warriors in the past.

However, when they inadvertently get a "artifact", or a bottle of secret medicine that exudes a faint fluorescent light that lingers like a whirlpool.

Their souls seem to have been sucked away, often before they can react, they clenched the artifact, put on the armor, swallowed the secret medicine, and finally turned into half flesh, half machinery, human beings, ghosts Not ghostly monsters!

The emergence of the origin warrior did not hesitate to add fuel to the fire.

Now, the battle in Pointe-Noire is not just as simple as the bloodhoof warrior fighting against the temple thieves, or the bloodhoof warrior suppressing the rat people's rebels.

The bloodhoof warrior fights the temple thief.

The bloodhoof warriors from Pointe-Noire fight against the bloodhoof warriors from the local towns.

Bloodhoof warriors and temple thieves who still maintain their sanity should also beware of those deformed, mad, half-human, half-metal origin warriors!

Plus the fire is still spreading.

The communication and command of both sides were torn to pieces.

In the eyes of the nervous and exhausted bloodhoof warrior, behind the flames with teeth and dancing claws in front of them, there seemed to be the grinning of temple thieves and the howls of the origin warriors everywhere. All the living creatures that are still moving are enemies!

At this point in the battle, no matter the chiefs and priests of the Bloodhoof clan, or the mastermind behind the "Arrow of the Great Horned Rat", they have completely lost control of the situation.

In this extremely chaotic, all-to-all war, the number and scale are no longer the key to victory. From a certain perspective, it has become a burden.

The least number of people, but the most clear-headed, and no one knows which side they exist, is the real winner!

Meng Chao and Ice Storm held their breath, converged their heartbeat to their limit, curled up in a triangular space formed by a collapsed wall, broken beams and the ground, silently watching an origin warrior walking past where they were close at hand. .

This origin warrior suffered fatal injuries before metamorphosing. There was a large, shocking hole in his abdomen that was transparent and shocking. A large number of organs were missing, and most of the spine supporting the upper and lower body were broken.

Even if the high-level orc's vitality is vigorous and suffers such a heavy injury, there shouldn't be a single trace of the possibility of action.

However, a totem armor with thousands of years of history tightly wrapped his incomplete body and was deeply embedded in his flesh and blood. Part of the armor even turned into a skeletal support pillar, hollowing his abdomen. His wound was barely filled, and there were a lot of sharp needles poking out of the whitish flesh, making him like an extra-large steel hedgehog, looking funny and hideous.

Even his eyeballs were replaced by two pointed cones poking out of the eye sockets.

The sharp cone was covered with dense cuneiform writing, and it shone with dangerous red light, as if the eyes of two fire snakes, and kept scanning the surroundings.

Several times, the gaze of the origin warrior was on the toes of Meng Chao and Ice Storm.

But in the end he was attracted by the commotion across the wall, screaming and screaming, directly crashing the wall that was already crumbling.

A wall is separated by three bloodhoof warriors who are searching for temple thieves.

The moment they saw the origin warrior, the muscles of the three bloodhoof warriors stiffened.

But facing the origin warrior who rushed up like a madness, the three bloodhoof warriors had no chance of retreat. They could only bite the bullet and wrestle with this irrational killing machine.

The two sides fought darkly and drifted away.

Meng Chao and Ice Storm breathed a sigh of relief and crawled out from the depths of the ruined wall.

Although they are not afraid of the origin warrior or the three bloodhoof warriors.

But I don't want to entangle with these guys too much, so as not to leave too many marks.

"I didn't expect that the dignified Bloodhoof Legion, such a majestic Pointe-Noire city, would become like this!"

The ice storm watched the gunpowder smoke, the flames raged, and the battlefield shouted and killed one after another, sending out heartfelt emotions.

Although she doesn't have a lot of favor with the Bloodhoof clan.

After all, this is where she lived for two years.

When dozens of battle groups of the Bloodhoof clan assembled into a neat square formation, stepping on a deafening pace, rushing to the Bloodhoof Temple outside the city, the murderous, majestic scene, also Left a very deep impression on her.

Unexpectedly, the black hand behind the scenes did not reveal their true colors at all, only relying on the temple thieves, the rat people's rebels and the temple thieves, to make the dignified bloodhoof clan so embarrassed.

Meng Chao had a deeper understanding of the chaos in front of Pointe Noire.

In a sense, the warriors of the Bloodhoof clan were not defeated by the methane explosion, the Rat People's Rebels, and the temple thieves.

Their greatest enemy is not others, but themselves.

The size of any classical army has its limits.

Because the size of the army is not only restricted by population and logistical capabilities, it is also closely related to organization, communication, and command capabilities, and even to the soldiers' cultural qualities and ideological education.

A feudal dynasty, even with hundreds of millions of people, would not be able to piece together a real army of millions at once.

Because of the limitations of communication, organization, logistics, and command capabilities, it is impossible for the most intelligent generals to effectively command everyone, or even most of the millions of people in the army.

Before the entire civilization evolved into an industrial society and an information society, one hundred thousand soldiers plus hundreds of thousands of servants was already the limit of the classical army.

The Turan civilization is far from the word "feudal".

Its level of civilization lies between "clan" and "nomad".

It is very good to be able to effectively organize and command an army of tens of thousands, up to a few hundred thousand.

Because of its unique history, the Turan civilization has the ability to rely on the fruit of mandala and the blessing of ancestor spirits, and the ability to "infinite violent soldiers". It gathered millions of troops around the city of Pointe-Noire in one breath, completely exceeding the entire civilization Ultimate load.

If you proceed step by step, through a series of actual combat drills, let this army slowly run in.

And continue to use slogans such as "Supreme Glory" and "Ancestral Spirits are waiting for us on the sacred mountain" to unify the will of the millions of troops.

Well, this army can barely maintain the organization.

At least it can rush to the land of the holy light in a swarm.

But when he hurriedly formed the army, he encountered such a difficult situation and was forced to be involved in an extremely chaotic street fighting.

The bloodhoof army is destined to be crushed by their own weight.

Although to Meng Chao at the moment, the chaos of the bloodhoof army is not bad news.

But he still frowned.

Meng Chao remembered very clearly that the defeat of the Chaos camp in the previous world wars was certainly related to the help of the so-called "True God" in the Holy Light camp.

But it has a great relationship with the chaos camp itself lacking in organization and discipline, or in other words, the level of civilization is too backward.

An alien war is bound to break out.

Moreover, because of its geographical location and the need for social and economic operation, Dragon City can only choose the chaotic camp.

Under this circumstance, how could Meng Chao be happy when he saw that the main force of the Chaos camp, the iron-blooded army of higher orcs, turned out to be such a ghost?