Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

“These two people passed something to each other.”

Meng Chao noticed that the shoulders and arms of the three hands were twitching slightly.

It was as if an object had slipped from the position where it was tied to the elbows to the wrists and then bounced into the hands of the ‘tuft of hair’ on the opposite side.

Perhaps the arms of the three hands had not fully recovered from the atrophy of more than ten years.

When he was sliding and ejecting, it was a little strenuous for him, and the range of his movements was slightly larger.

In the eyes of the warriors of the clan who did not have any experience in counterintelligence, it was naturally not a flaw. It was not even an oversight.

However, Meng Chao’s sharp eyes caught him.

“So, this butcher shop is the relay station for the information of the Rat People’s uprising army?”

Meng Chao looked around with great interest.

After three hands passed the message, he quickly left the market with his two companions.

Meng Chao was no longer interested in following him.

The reason was simple. Three hands was a native of black-corner city and had been here for more than twenty years. It was unlikely that the rat militia had set up an ambush so long ago. At most, he was just a small fish that had recently been developed.

As for the owner of the butcher shop, Meng Chao did not think that he was the person he was looking for in the end.

For someone like him, who had a good reason to stay in the market with all sorts of people and often played the “Hidden Universe”trick with others, it would be a waste if he did not use it as an intelligence relay station.

The thing that the three-handed man passed through his sleeve should not be for a pinch of fur.

This guy was only a second-in-command.

As expected, after staring at him for half an hour, Meng Chao locked onto his target again.

This was a tall limping mouse citizen.

The entire left side of his face extended all the way to his left shoulder, and it was covered with shocking scars.

It was as if some kind of fierce beast had savagely gnawed on the left side of his body.

Even his left leg was stiff like a burnt wooden stick, dragging behind him as he limped forward.

However, the right side of his body, which was intact, was stronger than most of the rat people.

Moreover, his muscles were evenly covered. As a ghost assassin, Meng Chao could tell at a glance that with such flesh and bones, not only could he use brute force, but he could also accurately find the crevices of the enemy’s skull, he chopped his brain into pieces.

This rat person was once a warrior.

Even though he wore a wide cloak that covered most of his body and movements, it still could not hide the faintly discernible killing intent that leaked out from the cracks.

However, besides the killing intent, there was also the smell of heavy labor and exhaustion on his body.

His hair was curled up from the fire. His face and exposed hands were covered with a large number of burn marks. Even the thick hair of a high-level orc had been burnt clean.

It was like a big tree that had been burned and dried up, and could collapse at any time.

“A former warrior became a slave laborer who engaged in some kind of heavy and high-temperature work because he was injured and disabled?”

Meng Chao guessed secretly.

Of course, those who were qualified to leave the workplace and come to this market were definitely not ordinary slave laborers.

They might be the leader of the slave workers, just like how three hands used to be the supervisor of handymen in the Bloody Skull Arena.

This identity was probably a ‘reward’for the scars on his body.

However, the anger on the lame mouse’s face was still apparent.

Especially when he looked into the eyes of the owner of the butcher shop, ‘a tuft of fur’, and spat out his anger, he almost carved the word ‘traitor’on his forehead.

The limping mouse and a tuft of fur also held their sleeves together and shook hands.

A tuft of fur from the shoulder to the elbow also had a very stealthy sliding and ejecting action. Something was ejected into the limping mouse’s sleeve.

As a result, Meng Chao’s next target became the limping mouse.

As a well-trained soldier, the limping mouse was much more vigilant than three hands.

When he passed a corner, he deliberately stopped and waited for a moment to see if anyone was chasing after him in a hurry.

But that was all.

In Meng Chao’s eyes, this kind of anti-tracking method in the clan era was just a child’s game.

Soon, he followed the limping mouse people to the smoky ‘casting area’.

The entire black-corner city was like a large military camp. It was divided into more than ten different areas according to different functions.

The gladiator arena, casinos, taverns, and markets were all relatively centralized and easy to manage.

The so-called casting area was where Iron Sparks flew, molten steel flowed, and weapons casting workshops gathered.

To the rat people, unlike the Gladiator Arena, which still had a chance of survival, the casting area was an out-and-out hell on Earth.

There were hundreds and thousands of chimneys here, constantly spewing out choking smoke day and night.

In order to increase the sharpness and sturdiness of their weapons, the forgers were used to mixing large amounts of totem beast bone powder in their molten iron, as well as colorful ores that emitted faint fluorescent light that were rolled up from the depths of the Earth by the roots of the mandala.

The extremely strong radioactive substances contained within caused the thick smoke that was spewing out to emit a ghostly, eerie light. It was sucked into the bellies of the rat slave workers who never wore any protective masks. In less than a year or so.., their throats and lungs would completely rot from the inside out.

Most of the slave rats would not even wait for their throats and lungs to rot.

They would be scalded to death by the splashing molten iron.

They would be crushed to death by the collapsed weapons and raw materials.

Or they would die of exhaustion in front of the bellows and the iron felt in the endless hard work day after day.

Meng Chao walked through the mist in the casting area. He did not even need to pay much attention to cover his body.

Because this place contained spiritual energy, the dense fog that was filled with radioactivity was so dense that one could not even see one’s fingers.

Every rat slave that crawled out of the fog was emaciated. Their eyes were dull, and their bodies were covered with burns, Burns, and bruises. Every pore was blocked by black powder, they were like wandering ghosts who had forgotten their names and did not even remember that they were still alive.

The limping rat people in front stopped in their tracks.

Meng Chao hurriedly moved to the side, behind a pile of coal that was as high as a hill.

He also smeared a handful of coal dust on his face.

The sound of whipping could be heard from the fog.

There were also a few faint screams.

There was also an incomparably sharp voice that was gnashing his teeth:

“Get Up, you lazy bastards. If you can’t take out five thousand battle sabers within half a month, I’ll tie all of you up to the front of the army and fill up the trenches!”

Meng Chao heard the breathing of the lame rat people, and his breathing became heavier.

He seemed to have heard the cracking of his knuckles as he clenched his fists.

The sharp voice seemed to have sensed the arrival of the lame rat people, but it did not care about his reaction, he still said arrogantly, “Half-face, you came back just in time. Hurry up and drag these lazy bastards to the thousand-corpse pit to be buried!”

It turned out that the lame rat people were called “Half-face”.

It suited the ugly scars on his left face.

Meng Chao could feel that half-face’s fists had been clenched into two warhammers that were as hard as iron.

However, he did not smash the owner of the sharp sound with his hammer.

He said gloomily, “They are not dead yet.”

“Swoosh! Smack!”

It was the sound of the whip, which was wrapped with thorns and vines, hitting one side of his face.

Even the limping rats, who were as strong as bulls, could not help but moan in pain.

“These lazy fellows are not as tough as you. After two whips, even their bones are exposed. What’s the point of keeping them? !”

The sharp voice shouted, “When you send them to the thousand corpse pit, they will be dead for sure!”

Facing the whipping sound of whipping.

Half of his face stopped defending himself.

In a moment, Meng Chao vaguely see, out of the fog a group of silent rat people.

Led by half-faces, they pushed carts that were used to haul coal.

The cart was covered with blood and flesh, but still wriggling slave labor.

Half of the face led the rats, hunched over their backs, gnashing their canines, into the depths of the casting area.

In the fog on both sides, the furnace heated the air to a temperature that could easily burn one’s throat. The molten iron emitted a faint phosphorescence, and there were tinkling sounds and panting sounds everywhere, there were also faint and painful groans.

It was as if they had stepped into hell one step at a time.

In the fog in front of them, the silhouettes of countless ferocious demons appeared.

They were the mandala trees that were tangled, growing recklessly, and blotting out the sky.

Different from the mandala trees that grew in the mountains, the mandala trees here were like smoke that was full of super-radioactive substances.

From the tree trunks to the branches to the flowers that opened like bloody mouths, they were all dark and gloomy, like dark skeletons.

About a hundred mandala trees were clustered together.

But around them was a swamp that was bubbling.

There were also a lot of broken bones that were riddled with holes floating in the swamp.

“One, two, three!”

Half of the face and his companions shouted in a low voice as they threw the corpse of a rat citizen into the swamp far away.

The swampy sounds that made one’s scalp tingle immediately came from the swamp.

The roots of the black mandala tree, like a snake in the swamp, instantly wrapped around the rat people, leaving only a few pieces of flesh, not a few drops of blood, dragged it into the eternal darkness.

All the rat people who died in the foundry were thrown into the swamp known as the pit of a thousand corpses, and left to be dealt with by these savage mutant mandala trees.

After the mutated mandala tree devoured a large number of rat residents’corpses, it did not waste any of them. Its branches were tough and soft, and it was not afraid of being hacked by sabers or burned by flames. It also contained extremely ferocious corpse poison, it was a good material for making whips and chains with meteor hammers.

It was a perfect opportunity for the brave and fearless warriors to wield the weapons made from rat residents’corpses and seize the supreme glory for the sacred ancestral spirits!

“Half face –”

After throwing the three corpses into the thousand corpse pit and letting the mandala root devour them, one of his companions said hesitantly, “The remaining two are not dead yet.”