Meng Chao's heart let out a loud thump.
It sounded like this "Ancient Dream Saintess" was the spiritual leader of the Big Horn Army.
However, he could not find this name in the memories of his previous life.
It seemed like she had died on the battlefield when the Riot of Big Horn was suppressed.
If that was the case, then this incarnation of the Big Horn Rat God in Turanze might be the key to changing the future.
Meng Chao drew a line in the name of the Ancient Dream Saintess in his heart.
The rat people were very excited. They asked Bone Rod a lot more about the Ancient Dream Saintess and the other spirit mediums.
Bone Rod was just a normal soldier. He did not know much about spirit mediums and the Saintess.
He braced himself and talked about all sorts of things. The rat people who did not know much about spirit mediums were all stunned.
Just like that, they continued to encourage each other. None of the rat people fell behind. It could be considered a miracle. It made everyone's faith in the Big Horn Rat God become even stronger.
Not only that, they also gathered a lot of people who fell behind.
At that moment, there were hundreds of hundred-man teams running for their lives from Black Horn City to the border of the Blood Hoof Tribe's territory.
To ensure that more people could survive, it was impossible for them to take care of every single person.
Those who were weak or seriously injured could only rest where they were and wait for the people behind them to catch up so that they could give them a hand.
The hundred-man team that Meng Chao and Ice Storm were in was at the very back of the group.
Old Bearskin was good at recognizing the traces left behind by humans and animals. He practically followed the footprints of the hundred-man team in front of him, so he ran into the people who fell behind.
Some of the people who fell behind recovered some of their strength after a period of rest and could catch up to them.
Some of the people who fell behind were seriously injured or exhausted. Their legs were cramped, and their flesh was tangled up. They could not walk at all.
They could only stay by the road and wait for the hundred-man team behind them to gather up.
Or wait for the Blood Hoof Tribe's pursuers.
From their dim and lifeless eyes, even they themselves knew very well that what awaited them was an incomparably cruel end.
However, as defenseless rat folk who had been bullied and bullied, to be able to slaughter their way out of Blackhorn City and flee here was already their limit.
Regardless of whether it was Meng Chao, the bone club, or the others, they could not save all the rat people in front of them. Perhaps they could not even save themselves.
Their only kindness was to distribute some food and secret medicine so that those who couldn't walk could eat and drink their fill.
Then, he gave these stragglers a few sharp swords.
As for how to use these swords and sabers, it was up to those who fell behind to decide whether to kill themselves or fight to the death.
After leaving behind these stragglers, the 100-man team continued on their way. The atmosphere was a little gloomy.
Fortunately, when the sky gradually darkened, they arrived at the first camp ahead of them in time.
The big-horned officer was not lying.
In order to receive the rat people escaping from Blackhorn City, the Big Horn Army had set up almost ten camps along their escape route.
For the sake of concealment, each camp looked as inconspicuous as a small mound from afar.
But when they got closer, they found that there were interconnected trenches, barricades, bunkers, pits, and underground fortifications. Inside the camp that was built based on the natural underground cave, warm bonfires were lit, and fragrant Devil's Snare fruits were piled up. There were also soft mattresses made of the most delicate Devil's Snare leaves, allowing the exhausted fugitives to have a good night's sleep.
With the help of the new batch of Big Horn Army soldiers and witch doctors, all the fugitives enjoyed the wonderful feeling of soaking their feet in warm water, carefully removing the blisters, and massaging their legs.
The fugitives, who had completely relaxed, were so comfortable that they moaned.
Many of them didn't even wipe their feet clean before they fell on the soft mattresses and started snoring loudly.
Meng Chao and the hailstorm were naturally not among them.
The two of them curiously observed the layout of the camp and the soldiers of the Big Horn Army around them.
He had a strange feeling that the way the Great Horn Army set up their camp seemed to be more meticulous and professional than the Blood Hoof Army.
As for their soldiers, they were not like the Bloodhoof Warriors, whose bodies were filled with totemic power. Each of them had a sturdy back and a ferocious face, and looked murderous.
However, they obeyed orders and were well-trained, looking more like a regular army.
"Could it be that the Commander of the Grizzly Horn Army and that Saintess of Ancient Dream really received a revelation from the Grizzly Horn Rat God and learned the ancient Turan people's military skills in their sleep?"
Even if Meng Chao did not believe in the existence of the Great Horned Rat God.
He couldn't help but have such an absurd thought. "Otherwise, how can you explain that a rebel army from the grassroots, which should be messy and unorganized, is closer to a regular army in the modern sense than the iron-blooded army made of the warriors of the clans?"
This question could not be answered here.
Fortunately, as long as he followed the fugitives forward, he would be able to find the main army of the Big Horn Army and see the Saintess of Ancient Dream, who was described by the round bone club to be a god and who could easily summon the Grizzly Horn Rat God to possess her.
Meng Chao and the hailstorm had gone through a series of schemes and fierce battles. They were exhausted, and each of their cells was almost completely drained.
The two of them came to an agreement to guard each other. When one of them entered deep sleep, the other would maintain a light sleep and pay attention to the movements around them at all times.
Just like that, they slept until the second half of the night. A few more hundred-man squads arrived at the camp.
The sound of snoring was like a tidal wave. The rat people were all lying down on the ground.
Even the fire, which had been cooking Mandala soup all day long, was much dimmer than it was during the day.
Now it was Meng Chao's turn to be alert.
He was in a light sleep.
Even though more than 70% of the space in his brain was asleep.
His five senses were still at around 90% of their usual sharpness.
He did not let go of even the slightest movement within hundreds of meters around him.
Suddenly, Meng Chao felt the world in front of him distort.
A blurry picture unfurled in his field of vision.
It was an incredibly vast world, and there was a boundless plain.
There was an army formed by hundreds of ten thousand people on the plain. They had a grand presence, strict rules, and a murderous aura.
Millions of warriors were like hundreds of statues made of steel. The weapons in their hands reflected the dazzling sunlight and shone with an unstoppable light.
At the center of each square formation was a flagpole that was dozens of arms tall. At the top of the flagpole was a war flag with a large horn that covered the sky.
On the war flag, there was a rat skull that was bleeding and surrounded by flames. As the wind blew, it showed an angry expression that looked like a living creature.
The war flag flapped loudly, and it was like a rat skull that was screaming at the top of its lungs.
Above the hundreds of banners that fluttered in the wind, above the clouds that roiled like angry waves, a giant that was more than a hundred arms tall, wearing a shining golden totemic armor, was stepping on the void, descending onto the vast land of Turanze one step at a time.
He wore a rat skull mask made of gold on his face.
Dozens of sharp horns protruded from his head.
His six arms were even thicker than the thighs of elephant warriors, and they held a sharp saber, a heavy warhammer, a spiked club covered in fangs, a huge axe that was wider than a door, a metal whip that was like a python, and a longspear that looked like it was made of lightning and could pierce a hole in the sky.
The dense killing intent transformed into surging waves that pushed the red clouds that covered the sky far away, forming layers upon layers of clouds and seas of clouds that served as a contrast to his supreme might that could destroy the heavens and the earth.
Under his gaze, the one million strong army that looked like they were made of steel let out uniform, heart-wrenching, and earth-shattering roars.
"Great Horned Rat God!
Great Horned Rat God!
Great Horned Rat God! "
Meng Chao woke up completely.
But the image of the Great Horned Rat God descending from the sky in the strange dream and winning every battle was still deeply imprinted in his brain.
This was not a normal case of "what you think about in the day, you dream about at night".
Meng Chao instantly became wary.
As an expert in mind attacks, he had encountered countless strange and unfathomable mind attacks in Monster Mountain Range a long time ago.
For example, the large illusion of Peach Blossom Town could even suck in many of the Dragon City elites, including him and Lu Siya, and they could not free themselves.
Naturally, he instantly saw through the petty tricks in front of him.
'Someone used a mind attack and tried to plant a piece of information in my brain?
'No, it's not specifically targeting me. It's a large-scale group attack …'
Meng Chao noticed that quite a number of the snoring rat people around him had their eyeballs moving rapidly under their tightly shut eyelids.
He was even muttering the name "Great-horned Rat God" over and over again.
This was not normal.
Usually, if a person was exhausted and fell asleep, they would sleep very soundly. They would not dream much, much less talk in their sleep.
And when their eyeballs moved rapidly, it was clear that some parts of their brains were still highly active and stimulated their brain nerves, which was a sign that they were dreaming.
It would have been fine if it was just one or two, but all the rat people were acting the same way. Meng Chao could not help but frown.
He closed his eyes again.
Without batting an eyelid, he released his brainwaves and formed faint ripples that spread out to search for the source of the mind attack.
Soon, through the feedback from his brainwaves, he found another abnormally active brain.
It was a witch doctor in the camp.
During the day, he treated everyone's injuries and taught them how to massage the muscles on their legs and the acupressure points on the soles of their feet.
He was trusted and welcomed by the escapees.
At that moment, he was sitting cross-legged at the center of the camp and pretending to be in a deep sleep. But his eyeballs were moving rapidly at a high frequency, and he was mumbling something repeatedly. He was mumbling Great Horned Rat God's name.
When Meng Chao scanned the area with his spirit energy, his brain shone with a strange light like a lighthouse.
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