Meng Chao and Ice Storm bound the hands of the three unconscious ratfolk elites behind their backs, dislocated their jaws, and tossed them aside.
They donned the gray burlap clothes of the ratfolk elites, took their places, and surveyed their surroundings.
From atop the Water Tower, they had a commanding view in every direction. Dozens of scenes of chaos lay clearly before them, together forming a panoramic picture of the ratfolk tide sweeping through Black Horn City.
To the east, ratfolk who had already broken into several armories and granaries and armed themselves to the teeth were driven by frenzied killing intent as they attacked the military nobles' residences.
To the south, the blaze grew ever fiercer, dyeing half the sky crimson.
Smoke billowed with the wind like fanged and clawed demons, shrouding most of the city.
Whether the city's former rulers or today's rebels, all had fallen into a black labyrinth, muddleheaded and swept along by the current.
To the west, dense black crowds formed wave after wave of fleeing columns, escaping Black Horn City through secret underground evacuation tunnels.
But the escape tunnels had limited capacity. Their entrances and exits, especially, had been dug extremely narrow for concealment. With the situation now so chaotic, the ratfolk inevitably shoved and jostled, scrambling over one another. Most of them remained stranded in the streets, packing several roads until they were bustling and impenetrable, not even a drop of water able to pass through.
If the Bloodhoof Army returned to Black Horn City at this moment, it would take only dozens of Clan Warriors clad in Totem Armor and wielding heavy weapons such as battle axes and Wolf Fang Clubs. A few charges back and forth would be enough to trample all these pitiful ratfolk into pulp.
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