Half of the face fell silent for a moment.
He seemed to be giving them a signal through the fog.
His companions immediately spread out to check whether there were any unrelated people following behind them or hiding by the side.
Naturally, it was impossible for them to notice Meng Chao, who had blended perfectly into the darkness like a shadow and had minimized his breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature.
Once he was certain that no one was following them or eavesdropping on them, he said, "Since they managed to survive until now, they must have received the Rat God's blessing. Then, send them to the usual place to hide. I hope that the medicine the Rat God gave us can save their lives."
His companions nodded.
One of them said indignantly, "Black Claw is going overboard. In the past three days, he has already whipped twelve rat people to death. The lives of the rat people are even more worthless than those of real rats in his eyes!
"One day, I'm going to tie him to the Devil's Snare Tree and let him taste the feeling of having his flesh and blood ripped off by thorny whips again and again until his bones are completely exposed!"
"That day will come," Half of the face said.
Half-face said, "Be patient, my friends. The day you've been waiting for is not far away. It won't be long before the Great Horned Rat God descends a miracle in Blackhorn City, and those demons who bully the rat people will receive the punishment they deserve!"
Once he said this, his companions became excited.
"Half of the face, did you bring good news?"
One of his companions asked eagerly. "How's the situation in the city?"
"It's very good. Not only are most of the rat people and slave workers in the forge prepared to welcome the Great Horned Rat God at any moment, there are also casinos, markets, taverns, mines, food markets, and totem beast farms. Practically all the rat people in the city are eagerly awaiting the unbelievable miracle."
Half-face paused for a moment, then said, "Even more than half of the rat people and servant soldiers in the arenas have fallen into the arms of the Great Horned Rat God. Once a miracle really descends, they will definitely support us!"
"Is that so?"
One of his companions was doubtful. "But I heard that the slave soldiers live a much more comfortable life than us slave workers. Besides, as long as they work for their masters and fight with their lives on the line, they might receive blood from their masters and become members of the Blood Hooves Tribe.
"Will they really worship the Great Horned Rat God and support our righteous cause?"
"Not all servant soldiers have the hope to become clan warriors."
Half-face explained to his companions, "Although the rodent servant soldiers in the arena eat better than us, the harsh training and battles have a higher death rate than us.
"Not to mention those who died, even if they were lucky enough to survive the arena, it is very likely that they will be swept by the clan warriors' swords and blades, becoming cripples with broken arms and legs.
"Cripples like these can still serve as odd jobs, but in the Glory Era, when the entire Bloodhoof Clan has to go out to war, they can only join the ranks of slave soldiers and can't escape the fate of being cannon fodder.
"Out of a hundred slave soldiers, after dozens of life-and-death battles, it would be a great fortune for one to survive and become a clan warrior.
"For the other ninety-nine servant soldiers, they are also doomed to die. Compared to dying for their master and the Bloody Hoof Clan, isn't it much more honorable to die for their own clan?"
"Half-face has a point," another older voice said.
Another older voice said, "The biggest problem now is whether the Great Horned Rat God will be able to perform a miracle that is shocking enough.
"As long as the great Rat God can really shake the entire Black Corner City, from the quarry to the arena, from the casino to the tavern, from Black Corner City to Pure Gold City, the millions of rodent people in the entire Tulan Lake will definitely join our ranks and form the Great Horned Army that will make the armies of the five clans tremble in fear!"
"But, how long do we have to wait?"
The voice that was young and impatient at the beginning, who said that he would whip the supervisor Black Claw again and again until he became a skeleton, said, "When will the miracle come? You should know that the Game of the Brave won't last for too long. When the game ends, it means that the clans have arranged their seats, and they will form the Bloody Hoof Army.
"At that time, most of the rodent people will be incorporated into the army as slave soldiers, slave soldiers, and slave workers, and they will be under the direct command of the clan warriors.
"At that time, it will not be so easy for us to resist!"
"Don't be impatient, my friend. The Great Horned Rat God has his own plans."
Half-face raised his voice slightly. "Ever since we bore the infamy of humiliation, we, the rodent people, have endured it silently for ten thousand years. Ten thousand years of suffering has gathered into magma that can burn everything. All the rodent people can feel the heat of the magma. Can you not even endure the last few days?
"In the prosperous era of the past ten years, the number of rodent people is more than ten times that of the peak of thousands of years ago. This is the greatest power that the Great Horned Rat God has bestowed upon us after he gradually awakened.
"Now, the era of glory that belongs to the rodent people has begun. The miracle is silently brewing above the dark clouds in the sky. At most, we just need to endure for a few more days. The lightning that represents judgment will descend upon those who humiliate us, oppress us, bully us, and kill us.
"And what you need to do is to continue praying wholeheartedly during the last few days so that when the miracle truly descends, you will have enough courage to swing your angry fists and sharp sabers at the minotaurs, boar-people, elephant-people, and centaurs!"
"Of course!"
"With the Great Horned Rat God's blessing, we won't be afraid of the minotaurs and boar-people!"
"They have their ancestral spirits, and we have our ancestral spirits. The Great Horned Rat God is the strongest ancestral spirit!"
With Half-face's encouragement, the rodent slave workers became excited.
But they seemed to be a little too excited. They relied on the fact that there would not be many clan warriors around the smelly corpse pit, and their voices grew louder. They were just short of swinging their fists and shouting slogans like "Long live the Great Horned Rat God! Long live the sixth clan!"
Meng Chao's face darkened as he listened by the side.
He could understand the rodent people's eagerness to control their own destinies.
But they couldn't be so brazen. They had to know that they were rebelling, and they would be beheaded!
Of course, the rebels from the era of the clans had gathered together because they were driven by fervent beliefs. They had the courage to rise up in revolt, so it was too much to ask of them to be like the members of secret organizations in modern warfare. They had a strict system, were well-trained, were constantly on guard, and were keeping a secret.
In any case, Meng Chao remembered that most of the ancient rebels on Earth were about the same as the rodent people in front of him. They were bold and did whatever they wanted. Before the government noticed them, they would usually make a ruckus so that the whole world would know about it.
In other words, they were just asking for trouble.
"It's no wonder why the rodent people's riot ended so quickly in my previous life, and Jackal Canus took the fruits of their labor!"
Meng Chao mumbled to himself. "It's basically an organization with holes everywhere, and their plan is full of loopholes."
In his previous life, when Dragon City came into contact with the Turan civilization, Jackal Canus was already in power in the latter.
Ghost assassins like Meng Chao, who were in charge, could only come into contact with a few lines of information regarding the rodent people's riot.
He did not know the true face of the Horned Rat God, and he did not know whether the miracle that Half Face swore was about to shock all of Black Corner City had descended.
But there was a high chance that it had not, right?
At the very least, it did not achieve the effect that Half Face and the other rebels expected.
They did not manage to get all the rodent people in Turan Lake to respond.
Otherwise, the rodent people would not have been suppressed by Canus's wolf army so easily.
Meng Chao felt that he should give the rebels a little push.
He should remind them not to be so flashy and think that it would be easy to overturn an Old World.
This was not just because of the simple sense of justice of fighting the strong and helping the weak.
It was also because Meng Chao suddenly remembered that if the rodent people's riot lasted longer than in his previous life, it might change the direction of the war in the Other World.
'If the scale of the rodent people's riot was several times larger than in my previous life and lasted for a year and a half, does this mean that the Turan civilization won't be able to integrate its power so easily and wage war against the entire holy light camp?'
Meng Chao thought about it. 'And once the holy light camp receives news that civil strife has broken out in Turan Lake and they can't even fend for themselves, will they shift their focus from the eastern frontlines to the western frontlines? Will they shift their focus from the high-grade orcs to the Ancient Tomb Nobles and the Abyss Demons?
'On the surface, the civil strife might reduce the overall strength of the Turan civilization.
'But it might give the Turan civilization and Dragon City, which is hiding behind it, a valuable tactical buffer period. It will also turn the western frontlines into the main battlefield of the war in the Other World, and the seemingly calm eastern frontlines will be filled with chances to take advantage of the chaos and profit from it.
'As for the possibility of the holy light camp launching a preemptive invasion while the Turan civilization is in civil strife …
'That shouldn't be possible, right?
'Because the Mandala Trees have all bloomed, and they don't even bear any fruits. Aside from a large group of angry and hungry high-grade orcs in Turan Lake, there aren't a lot of resources that can be efficiently used with the technology of the ancient era.
'Fighting a war is the same as doing business. You have to get something out of it, unless it's like the war in the Other World in my previous life. Both sides fought with all their might and ended up destroying a country. A large number of high-grade orc elites died together with Dragon City's steel army in the Land of the Holy Light, so the rear defense line was really weak.
'Otherwise, no one would be able to bear the thought of charging into Turan Lake and into the mouths of countless high-grade orcs, right?'
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