The Earth People are so Fierce

Broken Fang is the deputy captain of the Stinger team.

It is also the strongest of all house mouse servants, second only to the pure-blooded wild boar warrior in size.

Although the fangs raised high from the left corner of the mouth were broken in half, they were still longer and sharper than the fangs of other house mouse servants.

This fang was stuck in the flesh and blood of a totem beast before it broke from the middle.

The totem beast left him with shocking scars on his head, and the courageous name "Broken Tooth".

-The ability to escape from the tiger's mouth of the totem beast is enough to prove that he is not an ordinary rat folk.

In fact, the blood of the Ironhide family is flowing inside the broken tooth.

His grandfather is a genuine clan warrior.

It is a pity that his father was born deformed and failed to pass the coming-of-age ceremony.

He can only serve his distant relatives as a rat people and live a life of incomparable humiliation.

But all this is coming to an end.

Broken Tooth has the confidence to accumulate sufficient resources and strength in the battle of glory, obtain the sacred blood, and return to the embrace of the Ironhide family.

Of course, you must first follow the master and crush these vulnerable cowards.

Broken tooth didn't have the slightest doubt about this.

Especially in the Hall of Glory just now, after rushing these poor bugs who are not worthy of the arena at all.

He even faintly pityed these guys.

They were not fighters originally.

Just slugs that wriggle.

It shouldn't be here at all, and was ridiculed for nothing.

Instead, they should die and rot silently in a dark dungeon.

"Just let my broken tooth, come to end your poor, humiliating lives!"

Broken Tooth was full of savage faces, and locked his target-in the forefront of the opponent's battle formation, young enough to squeeze out the water, his hands and feet were too slender, and trembling, like a little guy who couldn't even hold a battle axe.

Seeing him leaping forward with great thunder, the little guy was so scared that he couldn't even stand still.

With a grinning grin and a loud shout, the mace set off a whirlwind.

There was already a wonderful scene in which the little guy was smashed and broken by him, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere, and even his internal organs gushing out of his throat.

however-

The mace was like a broken bamboo, but it was empty.

There was nowhere to vent the huge destructive power and acceleration, and he dragged him to sprint forward for more than a dozen steps, and the joints of his legs were aching, and he barely stopped his steps.

Broken Tooth looked back in surprise, and found that the shivering little guy, like a mandala leaf in the wind, turned three times in mid-air, and fell to the side lightly!

His mace seems to have wiped off only two hairs of the little guy!

"How can it be?"

Broken tooth looked for the mace in disbelief. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find a drop of blood.

I can only blame myself for being too excited and exerting too much force, and this kid's luck is really good.

"Even the humblest rat people can occasionally be favored by ancestor spirits."

Broken Tooth muttered, spitting into the palm of his palm, trying to launch a second round of charge at the slender boy.

But the slender boy ran into the crowd in a panic.

After the first round of charge, the arena has become a mess and plunged into extreme chaos.

That's right, the Ice Storm team was indeed as expected by the Stinger team, and collapsed when touched.

No, it didn't even touch the "touch" at all. Seeing the Stinger rushing forward fiercely, the Ice Storm team immediately dispersed, unable to even maintain the most basic formation.

This is certainly an extremely awkward and humiliating behavior.

But it also caused the Stinger team to throw a deadly hammer with all their strength, and slapped it empty.

They didn't seem to knock down many servants of Ice Storm.

Even the wild rat servants who fell in a very exaggerated posture used their hands and feet together, holding their heads and scurrying around, like a group of cockroaches with amazing vitality, and there was no way they were fatally injured.

The main arena is large enough to accommodate thousands of heavily armed Turan warriors, fighting each other here.

If it weren't for the reputation of Ice Storm and the background of the Stinger, the original thirty-to-30-man, team-scale gladiatorial battle would be completely ineligible to be conducted in the main arena.

Duanya and other house mouse servants were originally excited for being qualified to show up in front of tens of thousands of clan warriors.

Now they found that the overly spacious battlefield has brought them a lot of trouble.

The opponent's battlefield was certainly crushed by them.

But if they want to get rid of the opponents who are scattered and fleeing, they seem to be unable to assemble into a tight charging formation.

This is not a problem.

Is there any formation needed to deal with these cowards and poor worms?

After all, it was a well-trained servant of the Ironhide family, with a broken tooth and a whistle. The 30-person charge formation spread out and became a three-person chasing formation, attacking from all sides.

Broken Tooth relocked a target.

It was a half old man with wrinkles and gray hair.

Panicked eyes cast in the direction of the broken tooth, as if to invite him: "Don't come here!"

"In the Ice Storm team, why are there such old and undead people?"

Broken teeth frowned, exerted force, charged, brandished mace fiercely, expecting the brain to burst, blood splashing, old bones torn apart, the pleasure of "clicking"...

Then, it fell through again.

Broken Tooth was stunned. When I looked back, I just saw the gray-haired half-old man crawling on the ground, using his hands and feet together, like a huge but agile spider, evading the big swords and swords of the other two house mouse servants. The giant axe leaped a few dozen arms away.

Broken Tooth and his companion looked at each other, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

Are these **** really Turanese?

Broken Tooth was about to disregard the faint pain in the joints of his legs and launch a new round of charge against the shameless old immortal.

Suddenly, a new target cuts into the impact path between him and the old undead.

This is a guy with black hair and black eyes, pale face, and bandages on his body. The bandages are still infiltrated with blood, and there is a faint smell of herbal medicine.

She was so weak that she was a little embarrassed to break her teeth, so she started at him.

After all, bullying, at least bullying in full view, is not the style of the Turanese!

But this black-haired and black-eyed trash was so immortal that it blocked his impact path.

Then even this waste and the old immortal, crush it together, and crush it into meat sauce!

He lost his patience and broke his teeth. White smoke that was hotter than steam gushed out of his nose. He roared with his two companions, brandishing mace, great sword and battle axe, just like a storm that was devastating and rushing straight through.

"The waste with black hair and black eyes", like a little white rabbit who strayed into the tiger's lair in Longtan, his face was covered with horror and confusion.

He stood upright there, and watched Brofang and others rush over, but his hands and feet were extremely stiff, as if they were overwhelmed and dumbfounded.

"Should I succeed this time?"

The grin of the broken tooth was extremely strong, and there was a hint of resentment.

I was eager to vent all the anger that hadn't been vented on the slender boy and the bad old man just now.

He wants to explode the heart of this waste.

Then squeeze out the mud-like heart from his throat.

However, just when there were three or five arms between him and the target, and the target was still motionless, as if there was no power to stop him from smashing his opponent into a pool of flesh.

However, he sensed the extremely fierce killing intent after coming to himself.

Once escaped from the tiger’s mouth of the totem beast, it brought extremely keen vigilance, causing the heart of the broken tooth to contract suddenly, releasing a lot of blood and strength, regardless of the joints and tendons all over the body erupted with crush-like pain, abruptly. The waste with black hair and black eyes" knelt down in front of him, and the whole person rolled out laterally.

The two ignorant companions who followed him were not so lucky. Before they could react, they were hit by a lead-gray light and a bright silver light.

Still in mid-air, blood spurted wildly, his chest was sunken, and his thin armor was deeply embedded in his flesh and blood, his hands and feet became softer than soaked ropes, and it seemed that he could not survive.

In the lead-gray light and the bright silver light, two impatience shouts were heard: "Get out of the way, you obstructive waste!"

"Yes... Master!"

Fortunately, he got his life back, but made a mess, and his teeth were indistinguishable from the opponent. They realized with shock and fear that they had just been unlucky and hit the offensive and defensive routes of the two main generals!

The clan warriors who advocate martial arts and challenge the strong, often do not deliberately attack the opponent's miscellaneous soldiers when the opponent's leader is still alive.

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, this is the battlefield etiquette that Turan warriors have followed for thousands of years.

Therefore, as soon as the horn sounded, the two main generals, Ice Storm and Stinger, threw off the servants and went to a strong dialogue.

The problem is that no matter how spacious the arena is, for the two totem warriors who have activated the totem armor and soaring at the speed of sound at every turn, it is still not enough to carry all their anger and killing intent.

They will not deliberately attack miscellaneous soldiers.

However, when they soared to the speed of sound, released frost and flames, and blasted the arena to pieces, if there were short-eyed miscellaneous soldiers who happened to be in their attack path, they would not be able to make way for the miscellaneous soldiers.

Broken Tooth knows this common sense very well.

But the two consecutive charges failed, and the target fled with a very wretched posture, deeply angering this honorable captain of the house mouse servant.

And the target of the third charge, this black-haired and black-eyed trash, seems to possess a...very evil power, which makes people unable to contain the anger in their hearts when they see him. They just want to tear him to pieces completely. Feeling, I forgot to observe the surrounding environment.

Besides, who could have expected that their luck would be so bad. Their attack route happened to cross the offensive and defensive routes of the two totem warriors, and at the same time, their speed was soaring to the limit?

"Yes, it's luck. Our luck today is really bad!"

Broken tooth looked at being splashed with blood on his face, and finally relieved of his "stupid stupid" state. The facial features were crowded into a ball. The black-haired waste holding his head and scurrying around, the broken tooth was itchy with hatred, "Moreover, our opponents are also really Too waste, too shameless!"