Although the mantis arms behind them were called "wings" by the Taotie cultists a thousand years later, they were not actually wings for flying.
But the craftsmen of the Death God Empire invented for them a flying wing that was made of tough wood, covered with animal skins, and even decorated with feathers.
After the mantis man firmly grasps the two flying wings with a pair of mantis arms on his back, he can fly by imitating the movements of a bird.
This skill was too important to the mantis people, so it was preserved. At this time, they only had this one trick they could use.
Soon, large rocks fell from the sky.
A contemptuous smile appeared on Li Shibai's face.
The mantis cannot carry too much stuff when flying, so the largest stone thrown down is equivalent to the size of a "Truth" cannonball. And they don't know how to use saltpeter, just ordinary stones.
Qingmang's soldiers had already raised their heavy shields at an angle, and with their helmets on, it was not difficult to resist this stone attack. After a wave of attacks, only a few people were injured.
In the second wave of attacks, the Mantis man swooped down, threw away the obstructing flying wings, showed the sharp blade on the Mantis arm and the scimitar in both hands, and frantically charged into the crowd of Qingmang Army. Several Qingmang soldiers were immediately separated from their heads and their stumps were scattered in all directions.
But the other Qingmang troops immediately put up their shields and moved closer to each other to form a small formation like a shrinking turtle. When the mantis men killed them, the turtle formation immediately thrust out long spears and stabbed them to the ground.
Then the entire turtle formation pressed over. The mantis mantis's sharp blade can cut deep scratches on the thick copper shield, but it can never break through these thick shields.
The Qingmang people held long swords and stabbed out from the gap between the shields. Many mantis people were stabbed to death in this way.
This is exactly the turtle formation that Li Shibai studied to deal with the mantis man. Works most of the time. But this method requires cooperation and courage.
In some formations, if individual soldiers abandon their shields and run away, mantis men will immediately seize the opportunity to enter and kill the entire formation.
They fought like this from dawn to noon, with corpses everywhere and rivers of blood on both sides. But Li Shibai's army has a huge upper hand, and Hukou Pass, the gateway to the Mantis Kingdom, is about to collapse!
Luo An and others seemed indifferent to the Mantis Man who was about to collapse and go crazy. After they arrived at the chaotic pass, they did not immediately engage in battle with the Qingmang people, but went straight to the cavalry stables.
The Mantis also have cavalry. By this time there were not many horses in the stable, and most of the horses had already gone out to fight.
The stable guards stared warily at the group of bully guys who came straight in.
"Who are you!"
Far away, the defenders were already tapping the ground with their long scimitars and shouting.
"In special times, no one is allowed to use horses without the general's order!"
Luo An didn't say anything, and a black skull token appeared in his palm.
"Urgent order from His Majesty the King!"
The defenders immediately shut up and allowed them to pour in.
After a while, Luo An and others rode horses from the back door of Hukou Pass and ran wildly along a winding road about the width of a carriage in the dense forest.
The mantis people just cut down the trees and paved them with dry soil and sand to form a road. It is far inferior to the wide "straight road" made of red clay by the Qingmang people.
Fortunately the weather was nice and the ground was dry. If it rains, the ground will be muddy and the country will be wet.
The sound of horse hooves is like a dense drumbeat, stirring up dust and smoke all the way. From a distance, the team of more than ten people looked like a huge yellow dragon running through the dense forest at high speed.
While the two armies were fighting and a group of men and horses were galloping, Xiaoluo, wearing a light blue linen shirt and a beige skirt, was wearing a light blue linen shirt and a beige skirt in Rong County, carrying a large backpack, sweating profusely and asking questions at everyone he met.
"Have you seen this person?"
At this time, Rong County was in the rear area, and there were busy reserve troops waiting to go into battle, as well as civilians coming from all directions to transport food. No matter who Xiaoluo is, he will always ask the same question when he catches him.
At the same time, she carefully held a piece of paper torn from somewhere in her hand. On the piece of paper, a lifelike human head was drawn with charcoal, much like the image on the wanted poster.
Because she liked this avatar very much, Xiaoluo kept this piece of paper in her collection. Of course, she had carefully torn off the text on the wanted poster. Now of course it comes in handy to find someone.
Most people shook their heads, but some said they had seen it.
"The dog cavalry went over a few days ago, and they took this man with him and tied him up very well!"
After asking all the way, Xiaoluo found the ruined temple on the hill outside the city. She saw many broken dead people here. She searched them one by one, but there was no horse among them.
She looked carefully at the remaining traces of the ritual of worshiping the gods on the altar.
"Well, Master Hema is a person favored by the gods, so he will not die. The reason why these people captured him is to offer sacrifices to the gods.
"But the sacrifice was unsuccessful."
After all, she was also a disciple of the great theologian He Ma, and her understanding of god-sacrifice rituals was no worse than Sun Nuo's.
The sacrificial pattern on the altar was not completely filled in at all, and it was not made of mercury.
Then she saw the almost flat wounds on the body. This kind of scars cut by sharp blades are not only on the body, but also on the walls and nearby trees.
"Mantis man?"
The tribe she lived in as a child, like the Mantis people, belonged to the Death Empire. The mantis people are domineering and arrogant in that country. She had seen the scars made by the mantis arms.
Since Master Hema is not here, it means that Master Hema was captured by the Mantis Man.
"Yes, since Master Hema is the one favored by the gods, not only the goddess needs him, but the God of Death may also need him.
“Although the God of Death is dead, his undead spirit is still there.
“The Mantis captured him.
"Since the mantis man captured him, he must be sacrificed to the God of Death. But sacrificing to the God of Death is not that easy."
The goddess Qingmang is a living god, so sacrifices can be made to her at any time. As long as the ritual is correct, she will receive the sacrifice.
But the god of death is already dead, and he can no longer accept sacrifices. If you want to give him something, you can only go to him in person.
"So as long as I find the soul of the God of Death, I will definitely be able to find Master Hema. Even if he is not available for the time being, they will send Master Hema there."
Thinking of this, Xiaoluo couldn't help but clapped his hands, motivating his smart self. But she suddenly found herself stumped by the second question that followed:
"Well, then where are the spirits of Death?"
She tilted her head, rolled her eyes and thought for a while. She suddenly felt that she was too stupid.
"Do you still need to ask? The undead soul of the God of Death cannot be in the Qingmang territory. It must be in the Mantis Kingdom.
"Even if I don't know now, wouldn't I know if I go to the Mantis Kingdom to capture a few mantis people and ask them?
"Even ordinary mantis people don't know, but King Mantis should know, right? Then capture King Mantis and ask."
