Meng Chao had scanned the brains of a lot of the mind specialists and monsters skilled in mind control in Dragon City.
His mind raced, and he instantly understood.
So, this was what the Great Horned Rat God's blessing was all about.
It was no wonder then why so many of the slave soldiers and slave workers who did not have the talent of spirit mediums and were born poor could receive revelations from the Great Horned Rat God in their dreams.
But Meng Chao did not want to expose this.
Even though he hated using deceptive methods to stimulate the rat people's courage and awaken their rebellious spirit …
He also hated the ambitious schemers who treated the millions of rat people as chess pieces and deceived and sacrificed them wantonly.
But he had to admit that if he wanted to organize most of the rat people in the shortest time possible in this turbulent and dangerous era, he would have to turn them from slaves who could be bullied by others into powerful soldiers who longed for victory and were not afraid of sacrificing themselves.
There was no better method than to create a common ancestor and deity.
Just like that, Meng Chao quietly monitored the witch doctor's brain.
He saw that the witch doctor's brain waves were kept at a relatively weak level. Aside from implanting some information into the rat people's brains, he did not do anything more destructive.
So Meng Chao did not interfere until a new dawn arrived.
The rat people woke up from their dreams.
The first to wake up was naturally Hailstorm.
She was stunned for a moment, as if she did not expect that she would have such a clear dream about the Great Horned Rat God and the Great Horn Army.
Then, her expression changed, and she frowned. She whispered, "No, it seems like someone invaded my dream!"
When she saw Meng Chao's calm face, she was surprised. "You know?"
Meng Chao nodded and said softly, "The other party also invaded my dream, but aside from luring me into a beautiful dream that the other party wanted to see, it didn't do anything worse."
Hailstorm's mind raced, and she instantly understood the other party's intentions.
She snorted coldly and said, "Many of the wizards and witches in the land of the holy light have similar secret techniques. I didn't expect that there would be someone skilled in this in Turanze as well!"
As the two of them spoke, cries of surprise and praise from the rat people rose and fell all around them.
Everyone rushed to say that they dreamed of the majestic Great Horned Rat God and the invincible Great Horn Army.
In the dream, the sky was so bright and splendid, the Great Horned Rat God who descended from the sky was so dignified and holy, and the unimaginably large Bighorn Army was so powerful, like a war machine made of billions of parts, enough to crush all the armies in Turanze and the Land of Holy Light.
Every detail in the dream was so vivid that even the most inarticulate among the rat people could speak clearly and logically.
When they discovered that everyone was dreaming the same dream, they were first stupefied, and then they came to a sudden realization. Then, tears streamed down their cheeks, realizing that they were dreaming, witnessing the true appearance of the greatest ancestor soul.
"The Great Horned Rat God, the strongest warrior in the history of Turanze, has actually descended into the dreams of us lowly rats, personally giving us enlightenment and blessings!"
"The invincible Horned Rat God! The invincible Great Horn Army! "
"Praise the Rat God! Praise the army! "
The rat people were so excited that their faces were red, and they all danced and bowed in worship as if they were having cramps.
With this firm "faith" as a foundation, the bad news that followed was not so hard to accept.
After a day and a night, the Blood Hoof Army had finally caught up.
This was inevitable.
A day and a night was enough for the Blood Hoof Army to clean up the mess in Blackhorn City.
And the Blood Hoof Warriors, who had suffered such a great loss in their glorious main city, could not just watch the culprits, these damned "rats", escape from under their noses.
It was said that tens of thousands of Blood Hoof Warriors, divided into dozens of pursuing troops, were chasing after them aggressively.
The smoke and dust they stirred up engulfed half the sky in the southwest direction.
Among them, the fastest Centaur Warriors had already caught up to a few hundred-man squads that were lagging behind last night.
One could imagine that these hundred-man squads were completely annihilated.
Only two lucky escapees were buried under a mountain of corpses, and luckily escaped. They were saved by the scouts that the Great Horn Army had deployed to patrol along their escape route.
Although this camp was set up very discreetly.
But this land was also the home of the Blood Hoof Warriors.
Many of the Blood Hoof Warriors from the local towns were born and raised here.
In at most half a day to a day, the elite cavalry troops made up of Centaur Warriors would definitely find this place.
So, there was no time to rest and reorganize.
The escapees had to set off immediately, racing against time to compete with the pursuing troops, no, with the God of Death for speed!
The basic unit was still a hundred-man squad, but this time they could not advance along the main road.
Instead, they had to split into more than ten directions, confuse the pursuing troops, and disperse to break through.
There would definitely be people who would be intercepted by the pursuing troops, and forever remain on this land soaked with the blood and tears of the rat people.
But there would definitely be people who could escape and go to the border between the Blood Hoof Clan and the Golden Clan, and meet up with the main force of the Great Horn Army, setting off a frenzy that would change the world.
"The final trial that the Rat God has bestowed upon us has officially begun!"
The Great Horn officer in charge of this camp widened his red eyes, and roared at the top of his voice, "Don't be afraid of the pursuing troops. Although the Blood Hoof Army is fierce, it's impossible for them to send dozens of battalions to hunt us down. Otherwise, with hundreds of thousands of Blood Hoof Warriors scattered to the limit in this vast and boundless field, if they were to tangle with us for ten days to half a month, how long would it take for them to regroup and challenge the Golden Clan?
"Don't forget, the Blood Hoof Clan's strongest enemy has always been the Golden Clan, not us!
"Moreover, the fighting power of us rat people warriors is indeed not as strong as the Blood Hoof Warriors, but on the other hand, the food we consume is far less than the Blood Hoof Warriors!
"A rat person warrior carrying ten to twenty kilograms of deep-fried datura fruits can last for five to six days or even longer in the vast field and dense forest.
"And the Blood Hoof Warriors are easily twice as tall as us, and their weight is three to four times, or even five to six times. In one meal, they have to eat a dozen or even dozens of kilograms of datura fruits. Apart from that, they also have to consume large amounts of secret medicine and totem beast flesh in order to maintain the powerful totem power in their bodies and be in a stable state at all times.
"Think about it, if we turn the entire field into a battlefield and chase the Blood Hoof Warriors for three days and three nights, what will happen?
"You must know that enduring hunger is a common thing for us, but for the high and mighty warriors, if they don't eat for a day, the totem power in their bodies will become restless!
"What's more advantageous for us is that with the arrival of the Great Horned Rat God, a large number of rat people inside and outside Blackhorn City have already awakened. They are no longer willing to be enslaved by the Blood Hoof Warriors. As a result, the supply and cannon fodder under the control of the Blood Hoof Army have been greatly reduced. Even the slave soldiers and slave soldiers who still obey the orders of the Blood Hoof Warriors will have their loyalty doubted by their masters.
"Then, who will deliver food to the Blood Hoof Warriors? Will every Blood Hoof Warrior have to carry hundreds or even thousands of kilograms of datura fruits on their shoulders to chase after us?
"Do you understand? We are definitely not pigs and sheep that can be slaughtered by others. We have a chance to escape, and even win this battle!
"As long as we can grit our teeth and hold on for a few more days, stretching the battlefront longer and longer, not to mention maintaining high morale and powerful fighting power, even filling their stomachs will be a problem!
"If our performance is outstanding enough, we can attract the pursuers all the way to the border of the Blood Hoof Tribe's territory and the Golden Clan's territory, and lure them to the blade of the Big Horn Army's main force. At that time, the roles of hunter and prey will instantly switch places. We can let the so-called pursuers see how powerful and fierce the rat people can become with the Great Horned Rat God's blessing!"
These words made Meng Chao sigh with emotion once again. The quality of the Big Horn Army's soldiers was very high.
Although it was an encouragement before the war, the Big Horn Army officers were not like the Blood Hoof Warriors, who talked about vague, cliché things like "glory, courage, pride".
Instead, they listed the advantages and disadvantages of the enemy, clearly stating the advantages and disadvantages of both sides.
Although there was no lack of exaggeration.
But the fifty percent truth hidden between the lines was enough to boost the morale of all the rat people to the extreme.
"I heard that last night, all of you dreamed of the Great Horned Rat God and the Big Horn Army?"
The Big Horn Army officer continued to encourage them. "This means that the Great Horned Rat God has completely predicted the pursuers' actions. Every detail of this trial is under the Rat God's control, and your performance in the trial will also be seen clearly by the Rat God!
"So, summon your courage and fight with all your might!
"If the pursuers don't appear in front of you, then grit your teeth and do your best to advance forward. You will shoulder the sacred mission of saving all the rat people and creating the sixth clan!
"If the pursuers appear in front of you, then it will be the best chance for you to show your bravery under the Great Horned Rat God's gaze. Even if you die in battle, your souls will return to the Great Horned Rat God's embrace, and you will live eternally in an incredibly beautiful way!"
Because the rat people had indeed seen the Great Horned Rat God's true face and the Big Horn Army's incredibly awe-inspiring Iron Blood Formation in their dreams.
They believed in the Big Horn Army officer's encouragement.
For a moment, not only was no one afraid of the pursuers and the arrival of death.
There were even people whose blood was boiling with excitement. They rubbed their palms together, hoping that their hundred-man team would run into the pursuers. Fortunately, under the gaze and blessing of the Great Horned Rat God, they would be stimulated a hundred times more bravery and glory, and perish together with the pursuers.
Recommending a book, "Unscientific Familiar", by Qingquan Liuxiang. His previous book, "The Elf Sect Leader", did very well. This time, it's about King Pet Beasts. The jokes are very interesting, and the main pet bond is very good. It will be published on the first of August. Those who like this type can go and support it ~
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