The story of the two soldiers made the people's blood boil.
It was only then that they learned that the tall soldier, who did not look very impressive, had a legendary experience of escaping from death.
The Big Horn Army was truly a land of crouching tigers and hidden dragons.
After listening to the round bone club's story, the people's expressions were different.
Some people sighed in relief at their escape.
There were also people who cheered loudly for their rebellious spirit, wishing that they could fly to that moment to see their masters' terrified and despondent looks.
In truth, many of the young and strong rat people who joined the hundred-man squad had suffered the same torture as the round bone club.
Some people were like Old Bearskin. They had lost their most precious family members.
It could be said that each of the intersecting scars on their bodies was an unforgettable hatred.
The story of the two Big Horn Army soldiers completely conquered the hearts of the rat people.
It made their hearts feel as if they had been shot by thousands of arrows into the camp of the Big Horn Army.
"What does the camp of the Big Horn Army look like?"
Someone asked. "Is it like the training camp for the rat people's servant soldiers?"
"It's much better than that!"
The round bone club said. "The clan warriors don't treat the rat people as humans. They only use the cruelest methods to squeeze out the fighting power of the servant soldiers in the shortest amount of time. As for whether the rat people get injured or even die from overwork during training, or whether they end up with fatal internal injuries that cause them to overdraft their entire lives in just a few short years … The high and mighty warriors don't care about these things.
"And in the Big Horn Army, each rat person receives the best treatment. Even though the training is hard, the protection measures are in place, and there is definitely enough food. Even if they are eliminated from training, they don't have to worry about being abandoned. The army will always find easier jobs for them to settle down.
"Also, all the people in the Big Horn Army are united and love each other like brothers and sisters. Officers will never bully soldiers."
Hearing this, many of the rat people couldn't help but reveal expressions of fascination.
It was especially so for the strong rat people who had been in various training camps and received harsh training from the clan warriors.
They could not wait to join the Big Horn Army and show off their skills.
Meng Chao and Haifeng looked at each other.
The two of them were not muddle-headed rat people, so naturally, they would not completely believe the round bone club's words.
Even if the bone club did not lie, what he saw, heard, and experienced might not be the whole truth.
However, through reading between the lines, the two of them confirmed some very interesting information.
The Bighorn Legion was not recently formed.
They were not a bunch of disorderly motley crew either.
Instead, a few years ago, they had their own camps, officers, training teams, and systems. They had also sent a large number of people to search for new blood in Turanze, gathering the rat people who hated the warriors of the clan and had a strong spirit of resistance.
Such a professional legion couldn't have been formed by the rat people who had been bullied, exploited, and enslaved all the time.
When he thought of this, Meng Chao held his voice and said, "The Big Horn Army is really not simple. Everyone is a hero!"
Everyone agreed with this statement.
The round bone club also held its head high and puffed out its chest, revealing an incomparably proud expression.
Meng Chao continued, "The person who created the Big Horn Army must be a hero among heroes, a hero among heroes!"
"Yeah!"
After his reminder, the rat people all became interested.
High-grade orcs worshiped warriors and heroes the most. They paid more attention to honor and inheritance. Each battle group of the five great clans had their own glory epics and battle records. The names of those who had once shone brightly in famous battles were practically carved on the chests of every soldier in the battle group, not to mention the founder of the battle group.
Since the Big Horn Army had the ability to overturn the entire Black Horn City, the founder must have been a hero of indomitable spirit. From a certain point of view, he was also the savior who helped all the rat people escape from the devil's den.
How could they not know the name of their savior?
"The Big Horn Army was formed by countless rebels among the rat people," the round bone club said.
The round bone club said, "Although the Five Great Clans have slandered us as cowardly rats with lowly blood flowing in our veins, in the entirety of Turanze, there are more rats than the stars in the sky. After thousands of years of bullying and oppression, how could there not be a few brave warriors who are filled with courage?
"However, in the past, the rat people were scattered all over Turanze and were strictly controlled by the clan warriors. They were not well-informed, and even if one or two rebels occasionally appeared, they were quickly suppressed by the clan warriors. Like scattered wildfires, they were instantly extinguished by a storm.
"However, as long as we gathered together, the wildfire turned into a volcanic eruption. It is not something that can be extinguished by a mere storm!"
This answer naturally did not satisfy the rat people, whose curiosity had risen to their throats.
Without waiting for Meng Chao's reply, one of the Rat Folk asked in a loud voice, "Then, round bone stick, who was it that gathered so many Rat Folk warriors who were filled with the spirit of resistance? Who is the commander of the Great Horn Army? Is he very powerful, even more powerful than the chiefs of the five clans?"
"This … of course!"
The round bone club was a little uncertain as well.
But he did not want to weaken the morale of the Big Horn Army in front of the rat people he had just saved.
He thought about it and gave the group an absolutely correct answer. "If I have to say, the one who gathered so many rat people together is definitely the Big Horn Rat God!"
"You've seen the real Big Horn Rat God?"
The rat people were all shocked.
"I don't, but many of the officers, witch doctors, and priests in the Bighorn Legion are shamans. They've seen the Bighorn Rat God in their meditation and dreams, and they've received blessings and power from the Rat God. At critical moments, the Bighorn Rat God can even descend into this world through their bodies and personally command us in battle!" the round bone club said resolutely.
"Ah …"
The rat people let out surprised and envious sighs again.
Meng Chao narrowed his eyes.
After more than a month of investigation and recollections, he had already formed the general structure of the Turanze civilization in his mind. He had a basic understanding of the entire society, power system, and special occupations.
"Shamans" were unique occupations in Turanze.
As the name suggested, it was a person who communicated directly with the ancestral spirit through meditation, sleep, and other methods, and received enlightenment from the ancestral spirit. With the help of the ancestral spirit's power, they could even use their own bodies as "vessels" to receive the ancestral spirit's descent into the human world and display their unparalleled divine power.
If the rat people formed the flesh and blood of the Turan civilization.
The clan warriors formed the bones of the Turan civilization.
Then the shamans were the brains of the Turan civilization. They were the true ruling class.
Shamans were not necessarily chiefs and priests.
But the chief, the priest, the witch doctor who could bring the dead back to life, and the invincible general must all be shamans.
It was said that when a powerful shaman invited the most ancient ancestral spirit to descend into his body, his entire demeanor, temperament, and even strength would undergo a complete transformation. Even the surrounding heaven and earth would be distorted by their aura.
It was like the ancient Turan warriors from thousands of years ago had reincarnated!
"There are shamans in the Big Horn Army?"
All the rat people widened their eyes.
If they faced normal clan warriors, they still had the courage to hold their weapons and fight.
Then, shamans were practically the incarnation of the spirits of their ancestors. They were the guardians of each clan and the spokespersons of Turanze.
They were definitely not people who could fight against them.
In fact, for thousands of years, almost all shamans were born in the five great clans.
No rat people had ever received revelations and blessings from the spirits of their ancestors.
This was also a great "proof" that the rat people had filthy blood flowing in their veins.
Many of the rat people felt that they were inferior and were willing to endure endless oppression and torture.
If the Rat People could also become shamans, then the Rat People would become shamans.
They had no reason to belittle themselves.
"That's because the Great Horned Rat God has been asleep for the past thousands of years."
The round bone rod explained seriously, "Now, since the Great Horned Rat God has awakened, there will naturally be more and more shamans among the rat people.
"The Big Horn Army has gathered a large number of shamans among the rat people. Many of them received revelations from the Great Horned Rat God in their dreams. That's why they are able to master all kinds of exquisite combat skills without a teacher, as well as the methods of arranging troops and organizing. If not for such a miracle, how could we have wreaked havoc in Black Horn City and caused the Blood Hoof Clan to be in such a sorry state?"
Indeed, after personally witnessing the upheaval of Black Horn City, the fact that the Big Horn Army had shamans did not seem so hard to accept.
"And the most powerful shaman in the entire Big Horn Army is the 'Ancient Dream Saintess'."
The round bone rod continued, "Not only can she hear the voice of the Great Horned Rat God in her trance, she can also communicate with the Great Horned Rat God very clearly in her dreams. From the Rat God, she learned a lot of important information from thousands of years ago, and even after she woke up, she still remembered it clearly.
"For example, the location of the temple that was lost thousands of years ago, and the method to open it.
"Also, the ancient Turan people's method of training soldiers and making secret medicines.
"You must know that countless temples, arsenals, secret techniques, and secret treasures were all destroyed by the invaders from the Land of Holy Light during the 'Major Extinction Order' era three thousand years ago. Even the priests of the five major clans, who claim to possess profound wisdom and ancient inheritances, don't know where they are or how to open them.
"The Ancient Dream Saintess was originally just an ordinary female slave. If she could not communicate with the Great Horned Rat God in her dreams, how could she know all this?
"It was with the guidance of the Ancient Dream Saintess that we unearthed a large number of ancient temples and arsenals. That was how we were able to arm the Big Horn Army to the teeth and have the power to fight against the clan warriors!"
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