Aside from setting up a physical warning line, Meng Chao felt that the rat people should also set up a psychological warning line.
He found that many of the rat people who had been bullied were filled with unforgettable hatred for the clan warriors, but they were not the least bit wary of their "fellow rat people".
Since they were in the same boat and shared a common enemy, even if they met by chance, it was easy for them to be honest with each other.
This was not right.
Meng Chao felt that he had to remind the messenger of the Horned Rat God that in many cases, the dogs raised by the clan warriors were even more terrifying than the clan warriors themselves.
It had to be known that the rat people were also divided into wild rats and house rats.
There was no need to talk about the house rats who had been servants for generations and were taught to be loyal to their masters.
Even the "wild rats" whose homes had been destroyed by the clan warriors and whose relatives had been slaughtered, after a period of captivity and conditioning, might also forget their hatred, obliterate their humanity, and willingly help the villains.
To win their master's favor and get rid of their lowly status, these people would sell anyone's life and their own soul in exchange for their master's "blood".
Countless rebels on Ancient Earth did not die in the hands of their enemies, but were betrayed by traitors and died in the hands of their own people whom they trusted unreservedly.
So, if the rat people wanted to succeed, they had to be selective. They could not take all the rotten fish into their own basket.
It was especially so for the "house rats" of the families. No matter how good their words were, they could not be allowed to come into contact with the core secrets.
Of course, it might be too late to say these things now.
Based on the fact that the rat people had not caused a huge ruckus in Black Corner City in his previous life, the families in control of Black Corner City might have already set their eyes on the rat people's secret organization.
If they only defended passively, the rat people's plan would still be killed in its infancy.
Meng Chao suggested that the rat people should take the initiative to attack and use offense as defense.
By attacking, they were not going to attack the temples of the families like moths to a flame.
Instead, they should cause a series of small-scale disturbances in various parts of Black Corner City.
It was good to paint a declaration that the Horned Rat God had descended on the walls.
It was better to paint mysterious and meaningless symbols on the corners of the walls.
They even gathered their superior forces and found opportunities to ambush the relatively weak warriors of the clans with the "divine artifacts" that they had just excavated.
They also poisoned the food and drink of the clan warriors and set fire to the warehouses prepared for the Bloodhoof Army.
These were all strategies that could be considered.
He did not seek success or destruction. He only wanted to expand his influence and gain more trust, expectations, and support from the rat people.
It could also mobilize the investigation forces of the major families to the greatest extent, which annoyed and exhausted the warriors of the clans. Their nerves that had been stretched to the limit gradually became numb and dull.
This was a method Meng Chao learned from the monster civilization.
Every single time the monster civilization launched a major operation against Dragon City, they would always launch a series of small-scale attacks, which drained a lot of manpower, resources, and energy from the abnormal beast research department.
The abnormal beast research department knew that the damage was just a feint by the monster civilization, but it was impossible for them to ignore it.
Otherwise, if the small-scale damage continued accumulating, there was a possibility that the quantitative change would lead to a qualitative change, and Dragon City would die from "excessive blood loss".
This was an overt plot.
This was also the advantage of the attacking side.
It had once caused Meng Chao and all the investigators in the abnormal beast research department to suffer.
The tables had turned, and now, it was Meng Chao's turn to play the role of a monster.
He believed that the messenger of the Horned Rat God should not be so wishful thinking that his organization and plan were in absolute secrecy and waste such a precious advantage.
By the way, he also suggested that the rat people revolutionary army leave behind clues during some of the destruction so that they could point their spears at the families in control of Black Horn City.
If possible, it would be best for them to create the impression that the destruction was done by the warriors of the families pretending to be the believers of the Horned Rat God to get rid of their competitors.
The warriors of the clans were not united. The conflict between the Iron Skins Family and the Bloodhoof Family could be traced back thousands of years.
Compared to the rat people, who they had never paid any attention to, the boar-people or minotaurs from their enemy families were a greater threat.
So, it did not matter even if the forged evidence was rather clumsy.
Most of the time, whether a person believed in something did not depend on how sufficient and trustworthy the evidence was.
It depended on whether a person was willing to believe in something and what sort of benefits they could obtain after they believed in it.
The suggestions above were all standard operations.
To Meng Chao, who had the dual identities of an abnormal beast investigator and a ghost assassin, as well as a spear and a shield, he could write dozens of suggestions without even thinking.
Compared to making suggestions, it was more troublesome to think about how to phrase his words so that he could imitate the tone of the ancient orcs.
After all, Turan was not his mother tongue. It was already difficult for him to speak it fluently. How could he perfectly imitate the tone of the rat people's heroes from thousands of years ago?
Meng Chao wrote a few drafts, but he was not satisfied. He became frustrated and decided to give up.
'Forget it. The ancient orcs' civilization was much higher than it is now. There's no way that the way they spoke was profound and cryptic classical Chinese. It might even be more like the current Turan! '
Meng Chao comforted himself.
He translated what he meant using the vernacular.
Between the words, he added some cuneiform words that he didn't understand from the operating system of the totem armor.
Then, he etched these suggestions on a thin metal plate that he had peeled off from the walls of a tunnel under the slums.
Once he meticulously decorated the metal plate, Meng Chao rolled it into a cylinder and looked for a chance to stuff it into the place where the rat people miners would definitely be able to find it.
Once the rat people's revolutionary army dug it out, would they believe that it was the Great Horned Rat God's oracle and would listen to Meng Chao's orders?
Meng Chao felt that if the Great Horned Rat God's messenger was not a complete lunatic and was just a commander of the revolutionary army, he would not believe such a ridiculous thing.
But most of the rat people miners, slaves, servant soldiers, and scavengers would definitely be delighted and believe it.
In the end, even if the Great Horned Rat God's messenger did not believe in the bullsh * t oracle, he would still do as Meng Chao said.
He would still do as Meng Chao said.
"As a friend from Dragon City, this is as far as I can help you," Meng Chao mumbled.
Meng Chao mumbled to himself.
He placed the newly created Great Horned Rat God's oracle to the side and started thinking about how he could get the most out of the chaos that would follow.
'By the way, I need a mask too.'
Meng Chao thought. 'Just what does the Great Horned Rat God look like?'
…
Ye staggered past the finish line. In the end, he could not help but vomit. Then, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground because of a rock that weighed hundreds of kilograms. He nearly knocked his front teeth out.
He felt like he was seeing stars and the world was spinning around him. The leather rope that was tied to the wicker basket on his shoulders was deeply embedded in the gap between his shoulder blades. It was like two bone-scraping steel knives that were trying to cut off his arms.
Ye swore that he had never been so tired in his life.
He carried a rock that weighed hundreds of kilograms and ran a total of fifty laps around the training ground. Fifty laps!
And this was just one of the easiest daily compulsory courses that the harvester had set for him.
'Harvester! Harvester! Are you a demon from Eternal Night Abyss, or are you an ascetic whose brain was burned by the holy light?'
The rat people teenager wailed in his heart. 'Even a skeleton soldier that never gets tired can't handle this, right?'
As he stared at the fierce "demon instructor" in front of him, Ye could not help but miss the harvesters of the past.
It had to be known that the original harvesters were not so crazy.
Even though the training plan tailored for Ye was indeed very tough, he could endure it if he gritted his teeth.
In truth, the harvester was against excessive training the most. He believed that simply and crudely increasing the amount of training was the most irresponsible action. Not only would it increase the risk of injuries and the accumulation of internal injuries, the muscles he trained would also be dead muscles. When he went on the battlefield, they would be so hard that he could not fight at all.
But over the past few days, the harvester seemed to have taken some secret medicine, and he drew up a training plan for Ye that lasted day and night. It was as if he would not stop until he trained to the point of death.
Of course, in all fairness, the harvester's own training load was ten times greater than Ye's.
But Ye was just a rat people teenager who had not matured yet. How could he be mentioned in the same breath as a monster like the harvester?
The physical pain was secondary.
After all, after every training session, the harvester would personally help him relax his muscles and activate his meridians. He would guide the shining arrowheads in his body so that they would flow through his blood vessels and nerves in a very comfortable manner.
Even if he cried out in pain during the training just now and wanted to die, all the pain and fatigue would disappear after he circulated his spirit energy.
However painful it was a moment ago, it would be as refreshing a moment later.
Therefore, Ye could still grit his teeth and persevere.
However, what the rat people teenager found most unacceptable was that after he received such high-intensity training, he would not have the time to get in touch with the news and events related to the Great Horned Rat God at all!
It must be noted that, according to Spider and the other rat people, Black Horn City had been in turmoil over the past few days.
When he thought that the Great Horned Rat God was about to arrive, an enormous army made entirely of rat people was gathering in the depths of Turanze. It was even possible that a lot of rat heroes had snuck into Black Horn City and were about to step on the noble heads of the elders of the clans.
Ye felt as if a ball of raging fire had been stuffed into his chest. Even though his chest was twice as wide as it used to be after a period of hard training, it still couldn't withstand the raging fire that was spewing out from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears!
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