The deafening voice was like a burning wave that rushed into the minds of all the fugitives.
It made the eyes of the fugitives turn red again. They sank into a fervent belief and could not free themselves.
"Praise the Rat God!"
"The Rat God saved all of us!"
"Only the Big-horned Rat God can create such a miracle!"
The fugitives trembled and raised their hands high. They shouted from the bottom of their hearts at the rat skull flag and worshiped it wholeheartedly.
Meng Chao frowned slightly.
He sensed an unnatural increase in brainwaves.
This was the smell of a mind technique and a mind attack.
Upon closer inspection, Meng Chao noticed that the Big-horned Officer's neck guard was a little strange.
The tall neck protector not only covered his throat, but it also covered the necklace that was wrapped around his neck and stuck to his throat.
This necklace had a crystal-like substance embedded in it. It was continuously releasing spirit energy ripples that could interfere with a normal person's cerebral cortex.
If Meng Chao's guess was correct.
This should be some sort of mind interference item.
Wearing it around the neck could increase the speaker's ability to communicate.
He and Ice Storm looked at each other.
The latter also noticed the abnormality.
She mouthed to Meng Chao, "Witch's Whispers."
In the Land of Holy Light, "Witch's Whispers" was a special term.
It specifically referred to a secret art that used brainwave interference to hypnotize others and implant flowery words into their minds.
Even though the word "witch" was in the name, Ice Storm, who was a descendant of witches, said that wizards and witches were not the only ones who were good at this secret art.
The Light Priests, Ascetics, and Night Watchers of the Holy Light Church were all experts in this art.
That was why they could represent the True God and tame countless people into the purest of lambs.
The burning Black Horn City was an irrefutable fact in front of everyone's eyes.
There was also the Big-horned Officer's bewitchment.
All the fugitives no longer doubted the Big-horned Rat God's arrival and the final victory of the Big-horned Army.
"Right now, Black Horn City is not the only place that is being burned to the ground by the overwhelming fury of the rat people!"
The big-horned officer seized the opportunity to continue instigating, "In the entire Turanze Lake, be it the Golden Clan, the Blood Hoof Clan, the Lightning Clan, the Darkmoon Clan, or the Divine Wood Clan, there are countless ratfolk who can't take it anymore. Under the guidance and protection of the big-horned rat god, they have picked up their weapons and fought back!
"Before long, the rat people who were humiliated and harmed in the past will gather into an invincible force. That will be the sixth clan with the most people in Turanze — the Big Horn Clan!
"Relying on the blessings of the Big-Horned Rat God and the Big-Horned Army's bloody battles, the Big-Horned Clan will definitely become the most powerful clan in Turanze!
"Tell me, do you believe in the Horned Rat God? Do you desire to pick up a sword and fight for your own destiny? Do you want to become a member of the Big Horn Tribe or even the Big Horn Army? "
The atmosphere was heated, and the answer was self-evident.
Even the ratfolk who were tortured to their last breaths in Black Horn City, or who had fought fiercely with the Blood Hoof Warriors on their way to escape, were covered in wounds and almost drained of blood, and could not even stand.
They had wrung out the last drop of blood, the last shred of strength, and let out heart-wrenching screams.
"Very well, then let us quickly embark on our journey and accept the trial that the Big-Horned Rat God has bestowed upon us!"
The big-horned officer changed the topic and said in a low voice, "As you can see, our distance from Black Horn City is neither close nor far. It's only a few dozen miles.
"Black Horn City is still in chaos. There are still many warriors of the Big Horn Army who have volunteered to stay in the city to restrain the Blood Hoof Army and buy us precious time to retreat.
"But, they are outnumbered and outnumbered. They won't be able to hold out for long.
"The Blood Hoof Army will soon discover our secret and chase after us.
"Everything we've done in Black Horn City has completely disgraced the high and mighty old warriors. At the same time, we've greatly angered the Blood Hoof Warriors. They will no longer have the slightest bit of mercy or mercy towards us. Once they catch up to us, they will only use the cruelest method to kill us!
"And most of us are commoners who have not gone through strict training. It's easier said than done to compete with the Blood Hoof Army on a long and arduous journey!
"So, everyone must be mentally prepared for the worst. Keep your spirits up!
"I know that all of you are exhausted. Many of you are almost drained of blood, but we are all Turan people born with pride. We are Turan warriors blessed by the spirits of our ancestors!
"The spirits of our ancestors will not protect lazy worms and cowards for nothing. We must pass this most difficult trial before we can once again receive the blessings of the Big-Horned Rat God!"
These words caused the frenzied minds of the fugitives to cool down a little.
Looking at the boundless plains in front of them, even those without military knowledge would realize that escaping from Black Horn City was only the easiest first step.
Next, how to escape the pursuit of the furious Blood Hoof Army on the plains was the key to survival.
"Rest assured, everyone. Although the rat people who escaped from Black Horn City are all brave warriors who do not fear death, we will not sacrifice the lives of any of our warriors for nothing."
The Big-Horned officer pointed at the northeast horizon opposite Black Horn City and said, "From here all the way north, there will be camps of the Big-Horned Army waiting for us every few dozen miles. As long as we can run the distance of three to five camps in one go, the threat of our pursuers will become smaller and smaller.
"After all, in the eyes of the Blood Hoof Warriors, we are only lowly rats. They will not use all their forces to eliminate us.
"And as long as we can persevere through seven camps and reach the border between the Blood Hoof Clan and the Golden Clan, we will be able to rendezvous with the main forces of the Big-Horned Army.
"At that time, millions of rat people will gather together. It won't be the Blood Hoof Warriors chasing us. Instead, we will set off an earth-shattering storm that will sweep through the whole of Turanze!"
The words of the Big-Horned officer aroused the vigilance and desire to live of the rat people.
It also filled everyone's hearts with the belief that they would win.
Compared to escaping the territory of the Blood Hoof Clan in one go.
Advancing a few dozen miles to reach the next camp seemed like something that could be done with a bit of effort.
The morale of the originally scattered crowd gradually gathered.
The Big-Horned officer immediately divided the fugitives into teams of a hundred people.
Each team of a hundred people was led by two or three elite rat people warriors from the Big-Horned Army.
They also carried dried mandala fruit pieces mixed with yogurt and honey, and pressed tightly with rocks, enough to last three to five days.
Many of the rat people in Black Horn City had participated in the operation to destroy the granaries and armory.
His entire body was bulging with mandala fruits.
The Big-Horned officer also asked them to hand over all of them and distribute them.
"The Big-Horned Army has already arranged everything for you. You will receive sufficient supplies at every camp," the Big-Horned officer explained.
The officer with big horns explained, "The most important thing right now is speed. Speed decides everything!
"If someone brings too much food with them and slows down the speed of the entire team of a hundred people, the Blood Hoof Warriors will catch up to them. Not only will they kill themselves, they will also kill the other ninety-nine companions. Don't you think so?"
At this time, most of the fugitives had already obeyed the Big-Horned Army.
They obediently handed over the food and extra weapons they had hidden, and did not cause much trouble.
Meng Chao and Hailstorm carried most of the supplies they stored in the storage space through the totem armor.
The totem armor also turned into a strange liquid metal and disappeared without a trace.
At first glance, they were just two rather strong and normal rat people fugitives.
The Big-Horned officer never dreamed that there would be two extremely dangerous people in his team.
The soldiers of the Big Horn Army only did a cursory check to see if there were any injuries on Meng Chao and Hailstorm, and asked them about their achievements in Black Corner City. Then, they were assigned to a relatively healthy and strong hundred-man squad.
At this moment, the large-scale teleportation formation outside the dense forest shone with a wondrous brilliance.
The next group of fugitives had arrived.
"Let's go, let's go now!"
The team of a hundred people in which Meng Chao and Hailstorm were in was immediately urged by the soldiers of the Big-Horned Army to pick up their simple bags and set off to the northeast without looking back.
In the military knowledge of the Earthlings, it would be an out-and-out disaster to have a hundred untrained civilians march in a field that was full of danger in an orderly manner.
But high-grade orcs had thick skin and were able to endure hardships. They were naturally more suited to survive in the wild and wild than Earthlings.
The rat people were also a species of high-grade orcs that could endure pain and torture the most.
Besides, they were not normal rat people.
Those who had the right to be exploited in Black Horn City were all the best of the rat people.
When they had been escorted to Black Horn City, they had already gone through a long and arduous journey.
At that time, they had been tied up in groups of ten, and under the threat of the clan warriors' whips and spears, they had been forced to cross mountains and rivers, and pass through the most dangerous terrain.
All those who could not persevere died a violent death.
Those who could live until now thought that they had the "blessing of their ancestors", and saw the hope of survival and the light of freedom.
It was just a few dozen miles. Even if they had to crawl, they had to crawl to their destination.
Besides, the two soldiers of the Big-Horned Army who led them were also quite capable.
They were a pair of tall and short.
The tall man's face was covered in wrinkles, and he was a man of few words, but he was good at long-distance marching.
Whether it was teaching everyone how to massage or tie their legs, or how to reduce fatigue.
Or identifying the mud in the bushes and the holes dug by wild beasts.
Or judging the movements of the grass in the wind to determine if there were any dangerous totem beasts lurking nearby.
He was very familiar with all of these, and had the air of a veteran hunter. He was experienced and calm.
The short man was very young, and he had a smiling baby face. Even though he was not as experienced as the old hunter, he was good with words, and he was good at reading people's minds and boosting their morale.
In just a few dozen miles, he quickly made friends with everyone.
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