The Butt Humanoid Missile is a special tactic devised by Stone to deal with the Nezumi, inspired by a green-skinned and notorious war machine, the "Dive Destruction Catapult".

This war machine is the crystallization of goblin wisdom, it can shoot goblin boys like cannonballs, and then these boys can control the direction of flight through the tattered wings tied to their bodies, and hit the enemy's weakest link more accurately, as for the price, it is their own lives, so it is also called "goblin human cannon".

It's a pity that the stone can't make this kind of domineering war machine now, compared to it, the fart spirit missile is not worth mentioning in terms of power and range, but the result is the same, as a cannonball, the little fart spirit must be ten dead.

The sturdy orc kid grabbed the butt and threw it directly into the enemy formation like a rugby ball, and the latter had to do to throw all the "explosive spores" on his body before falling to the ground and dying, so that the enemy would be enveloped in the stench, so as to cut off their contact with each other, break their morale, and create chaos.

This is also the reason why Stone did not do his job before the war and spent precious time playing rugby with orcs, just to train their throwing ability.

Of course, it is impossible to train in such a short period of time, and his request is very simple, taking advantage of the fact that these nezumi have no long-range firepower, just walk in and throw the fart spirit and bully in the back row of them.

At the sound of an order, more than 600 orcs stretched their long arms, and hundreds of fart bombs fell straight into the middle of the slave rats holding slings in the back row of the enemy like a green meteor shower.

With all kinds of exclamations and screams, as well as all kinds of noises made by the fart boys, the originally waiting nezumi front was in chaos, in addition to many unlucky eggs who were smashed to the head and bleeding, there was also a yellow-brown gas that began to rise, spreading among the nezumi army.

In the face of this sudden attack, the already very weak nezumi ranged troops instantly became a mess, how could such a good opportunity be missed, Yang Tian let out a roar, and rushed up with the orc boys who had just finished throwing the fart spirit.

These seven-foot-tall, sturdy orc men ran like small bulldozers, and although there were only a few hundred people in total, they were as majestic as thousands of horses.

At this time, the attention of the slave rat on the other side is still behind them, for them, the same kind behind them is not worth relying on at all, and they must look back to see what happened clearly before they can rest assured.

Just when these trembling rats were still looking back in a daze, they suddenly found that the enemy had begun to charge, and half of the slave rats could not control their bladders on the spot, and they were scared to pee on the spot, and the remaining half were ready to flee for their lives.

In the face of the charge led by the stone himself, these emaciated ratmen could not play the slightest role in blocking them, their thin bodies were directly knocked into the flight by the orcs, and they didn't even need to repair the knife, and when they fell to the ground, they all vomited blood, and they took less air in and more out of their mouths.

Their tragic end was long predestined.

Ordinary nezumi are about the same size as goblins, but due to their special physiology, they weigh less than goblins, but their movement speed and reaction speed are faster than goblins.

Limited by their natural body structure, the best tactics of ordinary rat people should be ambushes and sneak attacks, or directly use crowd tactics, like today's frontal hard anus is definitely not their strong point, not to mention that these slave rats have long been dizzy from hunger, and it is already good to be able to stand here.

So when a large wave of orcs followed the stones, slamming them down like a heavy hammer, the slave rats in the front row were like lumps of ice, and they were effortlessly smashed into ice slag mixed with blood and flesh.

There were orcs in front of the way, and the goblin spearmen in the back also began to advance with spears under the leadership of the old rotten fang, they didn't care about the ratmen who were fleeing for their lives on both sides, everyone had only one direction, forward.

The old shaman, who has been upgraded to a blue hero, makes magic even more handy, with a wave of his staff, a few little aaagh! The spell smashed into the middle of the opposing clan rats, further increasing their confusion.

At the same time, the stone, who had already the slave rat to the point of doubting his life and began to cry for his father and mother to flee for his life, also felt the aaagh all around! The fluctuation of energy, he saw that the magic support of the old goblin was already in place, so he took the weapon and led the orcs who had not yet fought enough to continue forward, killing those clan rats, completely forgetting that he was also a shaman and could also use magic.

This time it was the turn of the clan rats in front of the Great Horned Rat Temple, these rat warriors who were originally in the middle of the formation were still a little morale, but the chaos that broke out at the same time had greatly affected their desire to fight and confidence in victory.

The front is the smell of fishy urine, the back is the suffocating smell of, and the clan rat sandwiched between these two ecstasy smells feels like they are in a super big dung pit, with a strong smell in all directions, but they can't advance or retreat.

Well, now that the slave rats in front of them have all been defeated, and the smell of fishy and urine has gradually been replaced by the smell of blood, but the question is can they really stop these terrible enemies?

Seeing that the clan rats with the largest number and the strongest combat power were also faintly collapsing, one of the strongest black-skinned rats shouted loudly in the rat language:

"Bighorn rat people! Today is the test of your faith, whether your faith is pious or not, behind it is the temple, block these green mushrooms, the patriarch will come back soon, come back and kill them all, victory will definitely belong to us, and glory will be to us!! Pro-Guard! Come with me to the front row! ”

Hearing his words, the clan rat troops, who were originally restless, slowly calmed down, as if there was really a god in the dark who was giving them strength and courage.

The black-skinned rat people also led by example, standing at the forefront of the battle line.

Around him, there were more than a hundred equally tall nezumi, either holding halberds or swords and shields, all murderous, and their weapons were also dripping with blood.

The blood came from both the fart-got-go-bait who was thrown in, and the frightened slave rats.

The most convenient solution to the stench-soaked nezumi is to kill them along with the green mushrooms.

These rat men, who are about the same height as ordinary orcs and have dark hair all over their bodies, are the most elite troops of the "Clan of X", one of the thirteen Storm Rat Guards of Patriarch Phoenix, consisting of a total of 169 Storm Rats.

Their leader, the black-skinned rat who had just spoken out to stabilize the situation, was Phoenix's most trusted leader of the Tooth Soldiers, the hand-picked heir to the next patriarch, and the strongest Storm Rat, Klosinti.