The Earth People are so Fierce

Big Buck is like being severely squeezed by a 10,000-ton hydraulic press.

All the secrets hidden in the depths of the brain are all ejected.

The internal structure of the temple, the staffing of the guards, Kasava’s position in the Bloodhoof family, Kasava’s confidant, how many children the Chief Bloodhoof has, and the relationship between these dozens of children, except for the Ironhide family. Besides, does the Bloodhoof family have any rivals in the clan, and so on.

This monster with black hair and black eyes, as he himself said, mastered "exquisite technology."

There are many things that Big Buck has just heard vaguely a long time ago, and has long forgotten it.

But after concocting this monster, he remembered it very miraculously.

The nightmare cycle, I don't know how long it lasted.

Big Buck felt that his brain and body were hollowed out in the literal sense and turned into a shriveled skin.

Just when he thought the nightmare would never end.

Even, this is not a nightmare at all. The monster with black hair and black eyes is not a real thing, but for some reason, he has fallen into the "hell" called by the holy light human race, and is destined to endure forever. Time of torment.

He finally heard a heavenly voice.

"Well, our work is over, thank you for your frankness, Mr. Big Buck."

The black-haired and dark-eyed monster said politely.

His hands, as cold as surgical instruments, wrapped around Big Buck's neck.

Those eyes, as deep as the night sky, shining with billions of stars, were just above Big Buck's head, looking at him extremely calmly.

The Kuroshio bursting from the depths of the eyes, like the magma of the doomsday, swallowed the torso and limbs of Big Buck completely.

The last bit of vitality awakened the mind of the tauren warrior.

"What on earth do you want!"

Confused and unwilling, he raised the final question, "Power? Resources? Status? Totem armor? All these things, the Bloodhoof family can give you!

"Master Kasava is recruiting masters everywhere to enrich his'Blood Skull Warband'. Even if you want a totem armor as powerful as the'Mythril Ripper', it is not impossible!

"The bloodhoof family originally sealed many ancient battle armors with ferocious souls, waiting for the warriors who are not afraid of death to control them!

"With your strength and means, everything you want can be easily obtained in the bloodhoof family!

"Why, use such an extreme method to become an enemy of the entire Bloodhoof family?"

Meng Chao lowered his eyelids.

Perhaps because this was the last question the Tauren Warrior asked before he died.

Before applying the force, he still patiently explained: "Yes, my confirmation was really considered at the beginning, working with the Bloodhoof clan to change Turanze's future.

"Although the Bloodhoof clan is the most irritable, reckless, and brainless of the five major clans, they are accustomed to using brutal collisions to solve all problems. They seem to be not the most perfect collaborators.

"But who told me to just drift with the crowd and float on the territory of the Bloodhoof clan?

"As long as I can save more precious time than spar, I am willing to tolerate most of your bad habits.

"It's a pity that you missed a golden opportunity.

"I just said that you really shouldn't destroy Cailuo Village and kill and enslave my savior."

Big Buck's eyes widened, as if he neither dared nor believed, it was such an absurd answer.

"That's it?"

He murmured, "Just because we destroyed Cailuo Village, you chose to become the bloodhoof family... an endless enemy?"

Meng Chao said: "Is this not enough?"

Big Buck looked dazed, his eyes full of resentment and grievance.

He had imagined his own ten thousand ways to die.

From the most glorious to the most painful.

But never thought that a majestic clan warrior would be planted on such a ridiculous reason.

It is equal to, indirectly died in the hands of a group of rat people.

"They are just a bunch of rat people!"

At the end of his life, he screamed hysterically, "They are not people, they are just a bunch of rat people!"

"Yes."

Meng Chao sighed, "We in the previous life thought so too."

Click!

His arms suddenly exerted force, wrapping around Big Buck's neck like two bent steel bars. After twisting them into a twist, he continued to twist them fiercely.

Big Buck's sturdy neck, with its carotid arteries and cervical vertebrae, was all screwed to pieces.

The big-eyed bull head first rotated 180 degrees clockwise, and then continued to rotate 180 degrees in the same direction.

When the angle of the bull's head returned to the right, the bull's eyes were full of confusion and unwillingness, and they had lost all their brilliance.

Meng Chao was still worried.

Putting his knees on Big Buck's shoulders, he pulled the bull's head with the cervical vertebrae, and pulled out half an arm's length from the cavity.

Next, he packed up the body and everything in five minutes.

Pack those small and exquisite tools and totem battle armor fragments together.

I checked the mechanism I carefully set up again.

Make sure that this mechanism can be opened at the entrances and exits on both sides of the dark tunnel. When a large amount of oxygen floods in, it will automatically ignite the grease mixed with chemical substances.

Let the whole room, the corpse of Big Buck, and the devices left here, all scorched and burned in half a minute, burnt to be distorted and deformed, and no history was visible.

Then he shook his hooded cloak and walked out of the room.

Outside is a long and narrow corridor.

At the end of the tunnel, there was a fork road that was dug halfway and stopped for some reason.

At the end of the fork, there was a comatose guy curled up in the corner.

With a three-layer hood over his head, he couldn't see his face clearly.

But through the slanted shoulders, black claws, long slender tail, and clothes on his body, he can still be identified as the real sugar house servant.

It was he who told Meng Chao, the whereabouts of Big Buck, the name of the sugar house, and the existence of this secret tunnel.

Meng Chao rolled several stacked mandala leaves into a long tube, then lit the end, and placed it under the tip of the rat man's little boy through the hood.

The hood can only block the line of sight, not smoke.

The pungent breath made the rat man sneezes severely in his sleep and slowly woke up.

Realizing where he was, the ratman's **** wriggled nervously.

"Don't worry, everything is over."

Meng Chao raised his left thumb and pressed his Adam's apple firmly.

When speaking, the thumb quivered slightly, which suddenly changed the real voice, turning into a sharp and sharp drake voice.

"I won't kill you, but whether you can save your life depends on you."

Meng Chao said, "If you want to survive, just take a deep breath, stay calm, and listen carefully to what I say below, okay?"

The mouse man nodded gently.

Some panicked, some took a deep breath with difficulty.

"Take another breath and spit it out slowly." Meng Chao said.

At the same time, grabbing the ratman's **** by the wrist and detecting his pulse.

The mouse man took another deep breath.

"Very good, do it again, three times in a row, it is good, your breathing and heartbeat gradually stabilized, your mentality is very good, I think you can survive."

Meng Chao waited for the rat man to take five deep breaths in a row, his shoulders no longer tremble, and his pulse became more stable, then he continued, "There is a corpse on the dark side of the tunnel. You should be able to guess who it is, but please believe me. I, for the sake of my life, you don't need to see him look terrible.

"The most you need to do right now is to leave here without knowing it, without knowing it, doing what you originally wanted to do—if you rest today, you originally wanted to go to the'Dirty Harry Tavern' to drink, right? ?"

The rat man nodded.

"Then go, it's still early, enough for you to have another round, get drunk, sleep next to the trash dump in the back alley of the tavern until dawn."

Meng Chao said, "Then you will be red eyes, endure a headache, go back to the sugar house, and forget everything that happened today.

"No, nothing happened today. You don't know anything, you haven't done anything, and don't care about your business.

"Almost everyone in the sugar house knows the existence of this secret tunnel and the whereabouts of Big Buck.

"Maybe I also found someone else. I inquired about everything from someone else's mouth. I just asked you to confirm it?

"The death of this guy will bring some small troubles, but the troubles will never last too long. After all, the sugar house owners and the big people who frequent the sugar house are best at solving problems.

"Furthermore, it won’t take long for the bloodhoof army to start pulling out, and the whole city of Pointe-Noire will be pouring out. At that time, this little trouble will be like a broken wave on the raging battlefield. Disappeared without a trace.

"In other words, you just need to remind yourself all the time, it will be fine after this period of time, understand?"

The rat man nodded again.

Now, he has become more calm.

Meng Chao laughed and patted the mouse man's little boy on the shoulder.

Another bone coin that can be seen everywhere, has absolutely no traces, and is not too high in value, just enough for a meal of wine, stuffed it into the clothes of the Ratman's servant.

"Although you are a humble rat man, working in the sugar house to serve people, your life is also a priceless treasure for yourself."

He said to the mouse man very seriously, "So, come on, you must live!"