Ye did not expect that Meng Chao would be so well-prepared.
He could not help but feel a little uneasy when he faced the future alone.
"Listen, Ye …"
Meng Chao could see the boy's uneasiness. He placed his warm palm on his shoulder and said seriously, "You must escape with the Big-horned Rat God's messenger. That's the only way you can help me!"
"What?"
Ye stuttered. "Help you?"
"That's right. I want you to leave with the Big-horned Rat God's messenger. It's not just to protect your life. I also hope that you can help me with something very important," Meng Chao said.
"I hope that you'll pay close attention to where the big-horned Rat God's messenger will bring you. If it's an army made purely of rat people, then you'll have to pay attention to the army's goals, the various levels of commanders, and where they get their weapons and supplies. These are all details you should pay attention to.
"Remember, your own safety comes first. There's no need to purposely take risks to investigate. You only need to remember what you've seen and experienced with your own eyes as a member of the Rat Folk Revolutionary Army. When we meet again, just tell me.
"To me, this is a very important mission. Can I trust you?"
"Of course, I'll definitely complete the mission!"
Ye blurted out.
For the sake of his own safety, he had been a little hesitant.
But when he heard that the harvester had given him a very important mission, a great power instantly surged out of the rat people's body, and he seemed to no longer be afraid of anything.
However, when he thought about the mission the harvester had given him, Ye sank into a new dilemma. "Wait, harvester, the Big-horned Rat God's messenger … should be saving the rat people, right?"
"That's right."
Meng Chao nodded. "Even though their methods are very crude, they are indeed saving the rat people in Black Horn City."
"Then, the army that believes in the Big-horned Rat God should be fighting for all the rat people, right?" Ye continued asking.
"Theoretically, that's the case," Meng Chao answered.
"Then aren't they good people?"
Ye asked. "Why do you want me to investigate the rat people's volunteer army?"
"I remember telling you the reason for this the last time. Do you think that the Yellow Turbanes in the story of the Xing Han Empire that I told you are all bad people?"
"Besides, it's impossible for hot-blooded rat people to cause such a large chain explosion. Even if most of the rat people are good people, the people lurking behind the huge illusion of the Large-Horned Rat God might not be the same.
"In short, I hope that all good people will be rewarded. I hope that they will be able to live happily to a better tomorrow, and not be deceived by bad people and used by despicable people. In the end, they will be destroyed miserably.
"For now, I can only tell you this much, because there are many questions that I haven't figured out myself. But I promise you, when I find out the truth, I will definitely explain everything to you!"
Meng Chao pushed down hard on Ye's shoulder.
It was as if he wanted to imprint his power into the young rat man's body.
The light in Ye's eyes became more and more intense.
Meng Chao grinned. "Have Spider and the others bring out their courage and strength. If we want to escape, everyone will have to fight at full strength!"
At this moment, Man Hammer stormed into the training camp with furious footsteps.
"Get up! The enemy launched a despicable ambush, and all of Black Corner City is burning. Are you still going to pretend to be dead?"
He roared hysterically. "Get up! Come with me to maintain order and tear the enemy to shreds, or else, I'll crush your bones first and crush your flesh to pulp!"
At that moment, Man Hammer's hair was curled up from the heat. His black face was covered in burns, scrapes, and shattered stones. His wounds were so deep that his bones could be seen.
By the looks of it, he had been moving around in the open when the explosion happened, and he was injured quite badly by the shockwave.
However, compared to his physical injuries, it was clear that his mind had suffered an even greater blow.
Black Corner City. The towering Black Corner City. The majestic Black Corner City. The great Black Corner City.
This glorious city had a history of more than ten thousand years. It was the greatest blessing the ancestral spirits had left behind for all the Blood Hoof Warriors. Over the past ten million years, it had gone through countless devastating battles, and it had never been conquered by the enemy.
Even when the Blood Hoof Clan fought against the Gold Clan for the leadership of the entire Tulan civilization and suffered the most devastating defeat, the incredibly proud lionmen and tigermen from the Gold Clan only dared to sign an alliance with the Blood Hoof Clan under Black Corner City. They did not dare to attack Black Corner City, because it would stir up the most violent anger of all the Blood Hoof Warriors and the most terrifying curse of the ancestral spirits.
He did not expect that such a glorious city would be turned upside down by some sort of … unbelievable power in an incredibly terrifying manner when the strongest Blood Hoof Army in the history of thousands of years marched out.
When Man Hammer climbed to the highest point of Blood Skull Coliseum, he saw countless rich mansions and temples that had a long history moaning in the flames and smoke. Some of the mansions had even collapsed. It was a mess.
Today, the noble warriors, who were supposed to be awe-inspiring and majestic, were all jumping up and down in the midst of the raging shockwaves and the flying rocks that resembled a meteor shower. They were covered with cuts and bruises.
Wildhammer really felt that something in his brain had shattered, and it fell to the ground with a clatter.
In the meantime, as one of the four trump cards under Casava Blood Hoof's command, Man Hammer boasted the astonishing intuition of a beast, even though his brain capacity could not keep up with his muscular body.
His intuition told him that the serial explosions were far from the enemy's whole plan.
On the contrary, the serial explosions were merely the enemy blowing the horn of attack.
He had to admit that the enemy had chosen the most fatal moment to attack.
At this moment, dozens of legions of the Blood Hoof Clan had left Black Corner City and stationed themselves near the Blood Hoof Temple outside of the city, where they were practicing.
Because it was the first time for most of the clan warriors to participate in such a large-scale drill, and they were not familiar with the cooperation of their comrades, the whole drill range was very wide. Many people lost their direction in the battle and could not find their commander. There were even a few battle groups that were mixed together without knowing what to do.
In the previous Glory eras, this kind of chaos was a common occurrence.
At the end of the day, compared to the Turan Civilization's constantly deteriorating level of civilization and technology, the size of the army that had expanded due to the support of the Devil's Snare Fruit had far exceeded the limits of what they could control.
The Turan people's solution was to continuously practice actual combat, including the "Game of Bravehearts".
Including the "Competition of the Five Clans", in a sense, it was just a larger scale, more intense, and more realistic actual combat drill.
This way, when the Competition of the Five Clans ended and the War Chief was decided, they would more or less have some organization and combat power.
But now, dozens of legions clearly did not have a tacit understanding with each other.
The number of clan warriors that remained in Black Corner City was pitifully small.
Most of the power that maintained the operation of Black Corner City was the rat people.
After the dozens of Blood Hoof Legion completed their actual combat drill, these rat people would be driven by the clan warriors to enter the holy war as cannon fodder.
But now, they were spread out in every corner of Black Corner City.
After the explosion, raging flames and thick smoke sealed off the entire Black Corner City.
If the rat people with ulterior motives were to suddenly launch an attack, they would not be able to escape.
It would be difficult for the clan warriors that were practicing outside the city to form an organized formation and return to defend Black Corner City.
Even if they could rush back to Black Corner City immediately, it would be difficult for them to stop the enemy's plot in the burning city.
Wildhammer believed that he shouldered the sacred mission of defending Black Corner City and suppressing the lowly rat people.
He immediately came to the training camp.
Even though the soldiers gathered here were also rat people.
Wildhammer felt that they could still be trusted.
There was no need to talk about the rat personal soldiers that had served him for hundreds of years.
The rat people servant soldiers that he had just subdued had been obedient yesterday. They should have been completely intimidated by him.
And he had also pointed out to them a bright future. As long as they threw caution to the wind and worked hard, they would be able to turn from servant soldiers to personal soldiers, from personal soldiers to attendants, and even from attendants to warriors!
What kind of luck, what kind of glory!
Unexpectedly, Wildhammer had just sent out his summons when he heard an ear-piercing scream from a corner.
"A miracle! This is the miracle of the Great Horned Rat God! The Great Horned Rat God has descended. If you don't want to die, run! Go outside and welcome the descent of the Great Horned Rat God! "
Many of the ratfolk warriors were already in a state of panic and hesitation.
With him shouting, the hall was in chaos. No one heard Wildhammer's orders clearly.
It was that ugly rat with black hair and black eyes!
Wildhammer was so angry that his nose was crooked.
"Bastard, I should have killed you yesterday!"
He took two steps and arrived in front of Meng Chao.
He raised his morninghammer-like long nose high and smashed it down on Meng Chao's head.
Casava Bloodhoof had asked him to pay attention to this "somewhat special rat person".
However, after weighing his strength yesterday, Wildhammer did not think much of this fellow, who was drenched in cold sweat because of a few wisps of his killing intent.
Therefore, he did not activate his totem armor and went all out.
He did not expect Meng Chao's legs to go limp from fright. He hugged his head and shrank down, narrowly avoiding the osteoma at the end of his long nose.
Then, he tumbled and crawled to where Wildhammer's rat soldiers were lying on the ground.
Meng Chao was very fast. In an instant, he stepped on the gaps between the rat soldiers and jumped to the windowsill by the wall.
Wildhammer wanted to swing the osteoma again, but he was worried that he would hit the rat soldiers who were all poisoned.
Even though the rat people's lives were worthless, these rat soldiers had followed him for hundreds of years and were loyal to him. They were different from normal wild rats.
It was impossible for Wildhammer to kill dozens of rat soldiers just to capture one crazy wild rat.
He could only grit his teeth and roar, "Catch him! Catch this dirty rat for me!"
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