Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Chapter 1082: Adding to the Chaos

Fortunately, the characteristics of the Blood Hoof Clan’s elite warriors were relatively obvious.

With the exception of a few foreign warriors, most of the clan warriors who were born and bred in the Blood Hoof territory, no matter how mixed their blood was, all had strong characteristics of the even-hoofed type beasts.

Including their totem battle armors, they also had distinct family inheritances, engraved with shining runes and totems.

As for the hooded capes that sneaked into Black-corner City, once their disguises were torn apart, their appearances were all different.

Like Lions and tigers, like wolves, like lizards and vultures, the mixed blood was even more obvious.

Coupled with their guilty temperament, it was very easy to distinguish them from the blood hoof warriors who were full of anger.

Therefore, on the streets that were filled with smoke, in the burning ruins, and near the temples, as long as the Blood Hoof Warriors met these guys who had strong characteristics of outsiders and ran away when they saw them.., a bloody battle would immediately break out.

No matter how harsh the training that these “Envoys of the Rat God”received in the past was, they were not as strict as the warriors of the clan that had been passed down for thousands of years. They were still in their mother’s womb, so they used all kinds of secret medicines and the flesh of Totem Beasts to build their foundation.

They were just thieves who stole and dug graves. Once they were in close combat with the regular army, how could they be a match for the latter?

In just half an hour, countless hooded capes were splattered with blood and even dismembered into thousands of pieces, becoming the victims of the blood hooded warriors’endless fury.

Soon, the hooded capes that were blocked in the temples were all wiped out.

However, the blood hooded warriors who were still angry soon realized that the real trouble had just begun.

They were still one step too late.

Many hooded cloaks had already looted more than half of the temples in black-corner city. Before they surrounded the temple, they had already escaped and were running around in the streets.

At this moment, black-corner city had already been completely destroyed by the continuous explosion of the methane.

The smoke and flames tore the Blood Hoof Warriors’vision and communication into pieces.

As a result, every small team formed by the Blood Hoof warriors would be isolated and helpless once they charged into the flames and smoke and started searching among the ruins.

The hooded capes that escaped the temple were as slippery as mud eels that had been smeared with oil. It was as if they could even squeeze through the gaps as wide as a palm.

In addition, there were the newly armed rat people’s Liberation Army everywhere. They were shouting at the top of their lungs and running around like headless flies, adding fuel to the chaotic situation.

The Blood Hoof Warriors obviously did not put the rat militia in front of them.

In any case, even if they stood where they were and let the rat militia slash at them for a hundred times, they might not be able to break through their tightly sealed totem armor that did not expose half an inch of their skin.

The problem was that if they wanted to kill off the rat militia that blocked the entire street, they would have to waste a lot of time and lose their real target. Moreover, they would have to tear apart the already broken organization and make it even more chaotic, they would not be able to effectively receive, communicate, and carry out orders from outside of black-corner city.

This was the reason why the ancient army would often attack the city without stopping for three days.

Under the backward communication conditions and organizational strength, it was impossible to stop the attack.

Although black-corner city was the home of many blood hoof warriors, they did not want to mess up this glorious city, especially their own residence.

However, the invasion of the temple and the lowly rat people who dared to resist the rule of the master warrior, this kind of incredible impact on their hearts and minds, made them extremely angry and completely destroyed their rationality.

Not to mention, there were many blood hoofed warriors from small and medium-sized towns in the region.

Even if black-corner city really turned upside down, what did it have to do with them?

Seeing that the situation had been turned into a pile of hot porridge, something new happened.

A small team of Blood Hoof Warriors from the local area blocked two panicked hooded capes at the end of a broken street.

The result of the fierce battle was that there were a few deep wounds on their bodies.

However, the two hooded capes were literally “Blown up”by them.

Not only did the totem armor crack, but two ancient sabers and a few fragrant secret medicines also popped out from the armor.

Naturally, these things were stolen by the hooded cloaks from a certain temple.

The Blood Hoof Warriors from the local area stared at the Sabers and secret medicines, their eyes gradually becoming fixated.

They all came from the edge of the Blood Hoof clan, an unremarkable third-rate clan.

The splendid temples in black-corner city had nothing to do with them.

In their hometown, the small and shabby temples, they had never worshiped such a fierce-looking saber. The smell of it was enough to make people restless.

Swallowing hard, the bloody hoof warriors looked around and found that none of the powerhouses from the major clans in black-corner city had seen it.

Naturally, they moved quickly and took the ‘trophies’into their arms.

After all, they were the ones who had killed the damn enemies with their own hands.

According to the rules of the Tulan people, if the trophies that were dropped from the enemies did not belong to them, who else could they belong to?

Similar things gradually happened more and more frequently in the raging flames and thick smoke.

It was already an extremely difficult task to find the traces of the thieves in the burning city that was extremely chaotic and to beat up these despicable people alive.

No one could guarantee that the thieves that they stopped would definitely be the ones who stole their own temple.

Then, what should they do in the face of the divine weapons that were surrounded by all kinds of spiritual energy and glinting with cold light, as well as the secret medicines that contained the terrifying totem power that exploded from the hooded cloaks?

Should they obediently stay where they were and wait for their master’s arrival to return them to their original owners?

How was that possible!

Many Blood Hoof Warriors already knew that their temple had been looted, and all the ancient weapons, armor, and secret medicines had gone missing.

They were anxious to recover their losses, so how could they hand over the fat meat in their hands?

There were many such things, it was inevitable that they would encounter “A team of Blood Hoof warriors was looting the corpses of the temple thieves, and just as they were about to stuff the spoils into their own arms, they bumped into another team of Blood Hoof Warriors charging out of the smoke, and the latter was the original owner of these spoils.” Such an awkward moment.

If there hadn’t been the continuous explosion of methane.

If there hadn’t been the arrival of the ‘Big Horn Rat God’that had shattered the tribesmen’s worldview.

If there hadn’t been the theft of the temple, the Blood Hoof Warriors would have been so furious that they would have lost their minds.

If every battle team, Battle Gang, and battle group could still maintain a tight organization and a high degree of order.

As for the ownership of the spoils of war, it was not necessarily impossible to bring it to the chiefs and priests to discuss and resolve it.

Even if the verbal negotiation was not successful, it could still be settled by the Blood Hoof Warriors in front of the temple in a glorious battle.

No matter the outcome, it would not hurt the harmony.

Unfortunately, when they rushed into black-corner city and saw the scene as if the end of the world had arrived, all the Blood Hoof Warriors’nerves were either broken long ago or on the verge of breaking.

Many people saw that the ancient weapons, armor, and secret medicines that were enshrined in their temples had fallen into the hands of others. They did not even have the time or care to distinguish whether the other party was a thief of the temple or a “Companion”who was ready to fish in troubled waters.

With a roar, the Blood Hoof Warriors chopped off all the claws that were reaching for their treasures. This was the most straightforward way for the blood hoof warriors to solve the problem.

The other situation was that the noble warriors who were born and bred in Black Horn City and came from big clans and sects.

They found that the third-rate warriors from the local areas were secretly looting the corpses of the temple thieves.

In fact, the spoils of war that were looted from the corpses might not be the weapons, armors, and temples of their ancestors that were enshrined in the temples of these noble warrior families.

However, under the cover of the flames and thick smoke, who would care about these things in this chaotic burning city that had lost its order?

The noble warriors from the noble families smiled and politely thanked the third-rate warriors from the local towns for their bravery and helped them recover the stolen goods from the temple of their families.

They held the vibrating battle axes or battle hammers in one hand and stretched out the other hand in front of the third-rate warriors, politely asking them to return the stolen goods to their owners.

Most of the time, the third-rate warriors from the local towns would obediently hand over the stolen goods after comparing the diameters of their thighs and the arms of the other party. They would receive gratitude and everyone would be happy.

As for the third-rate warriors who were obsessed and stubborn to the end.

The noble warriors from the noble families could only invite them. They were stubborn and stubborn.

Similar things were happening more and more. The Blood Hoof Warriors from the local towns were gradually enlightened.

They found the bodies of some of their comrades from the local towns among the ruins.

The fatal injuries suffered by the bodies did not seem to be the work of the temple thieves.

The temple thieves mostly used thin and short sharp weapons. The wounds they caused were usually cuts and stabs.

These corpses had been smashed to death by heavy weapons such as Mace, meteor hammer, and Giant Axe Hammer.

From the style of killing, it seemed to be the handiwork of the bloody hoofs.

Looking at the bloody corpses, the bloody hoofs from the local towns were silent for a long time.

They suddenly realized a problem that they should have realized a long time ago.

F * ck, the temple in Black Horn City had been robbed. What did it have to do with the Blood Hoof Warriors from the local towns?

Of course, they were brothers who were connected by blood. The ancestral spirits were inextricably linked. Logically, they should share honor and disgrace and unite as one.

However, high-level orcs had never been a race that liked to reason.

They had risked their lives in the flames and smoke, and they had only managed to get a tiny bit of benefits. However, it was very likely that the spoils of war would be snatched away by the great clans, and they might even lose their own lives.

No matter how strong their limbs were or how simple-minded the Blood Hoof Warriors were, they were unwilling to do such a loss-making business.

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