Meng Chao estimated that compared to his previous life, there were at least hundreds of thousands of rat people who would have definitely died.
In the beginning, the panicked fugitives were still lost in the depths of the grassland like a plate of loose sand.
But as long as the general direction was right, they could grit their teeth and head north, and meet up with more companions.
Even if they finished all the mandala fruits they brought with them, it was fine.
Compared to the clan warriors, the greatest advantage of the rat people was that they were not picky about food.
Regardless of whether it was weeds, tree roots, or vegetable seeds, they could temporarily fill the stomach of the rat people and last until the day of victory.
Just like that, Meng Chao and the ice tornado mixed with the wave of fleeing rat people and headed north for three days and three nights. Finally, they saw a new transit camp that could accommodate more than ten thousand rat people to temporarily rest and reorganize themselves.
The camp was heavily fortified.
The elite soldiers guarding the camp also had a fighting spirit that did not lose to that of the clan warriors.
With tens of thousands of rat people gathered here, even the regular army of the Blood Hoof Clan could not easily crush them.
Meng Chao could finally have a good sleep.
And in his dream, he saw the Great Horned Rat God again.
In the previous dream, the Great Horned Rat God was awe-inspiring and murderous, but this time, he was kind and had a warm smile on his face.
In the flowers, applause, and bright sunlight, Meng Chao obtained the Great Horned Rat God's approval and blessing.
In his daze, there seemed to be a voice congratulating him for finally passing the arduous trial and officially becoming a member of the Great Horned Army.
When Meng Chao woke up, he heard countless excited cheers and cries around him.
He knew that all the rat people had the same dream.
This was naturally the work of the priests of the Great Horned Army.
The Great Horned Army seemed to have gathered a large group of psychics who were good at infiltrating dreams and bewitching people.
Using the blessing in the dream, all the rat people were bound to the Great Horned Army's war chariot.
In the shortest time possible, they turned these hopeless mobs into real warriors who dared to fight against their former masters.
It was worth mentioning that even Meng Chao and the hailstorm's achievements became propaganda material for the Great Horned Army.
Through the mouths of Old Bearskin, Round Bone Club and the others, the news of the battle of annihilating the Heavy Armoured Cavalrymen had spread across the entire Collapsed Space Grasslands after some embellishments and exaggerations.
Every batch of rat people who arrived at the transit camp heard a completely different but equally exaggerated version of the story.
Some of the rat people swore that they were at the scene at that time. They saw the Great Horned Rat God appear from the bloody clouds with their own eyes. He reached out his hands and sent down two heavenly soldiers and generals to the human world. They destroyed the insufferably arrogant heavy-armored cavalry with a single slash and burned them to ashes.
There were also Ratfolk who said that they saw the emissary of the Great Horned Rat God, who could summon lava from underground with a light cough, and with a snap of his fingers, icebergs would rise from the ground. Those awe-inspiring Centaur Warriors were all scared witless by the emissary of the Great Horned Rat God, and they couldn't even stand up.
Some even analyzed that it was because of the deterrence of the Great Horned Rat God that the pursuers didn't dare to act rashly.
Otherwise, with so many rat people scattered across the plains, how could they escape to this place without any problems, even though they were the easiest targets?
The priests of the Great Horned Army listened to the rat people's words with a smile on their faces. Naturally, they wouldn't deny it. Instead, they went with the flow and calmly gave all the credit to the Great Horned Rat God.
Then, they led the rat people who were sincerely convinced and danced in praise of the Great Horned Rat God.
Meng Chao had no intention to fight for credit with the Great Horned Rat God.
In any case, based on the development of his previous life, no matter how awe-inspiring and arrogant the Great Horned Rat God was right now …
He was also a skeleton in a grave that was about to be defeated and destroyed.
Unfortunately, there were millions of rat people.
They trusted the wrong people, and they would all be buried with their false beliefs.
They rested in the transit camp for a day and a night, bandaged and treated their wounds, and replenished their supplies. Then, the rat people continued their journey.
Everyone had been acknowledged by the Great Horned Rat God in their dreams and became glorious soldiers of the Great Horned Army.
But their treatment didn't seem to be much different from before.
They still formed hundred-man squads without knowing anything. They didn't have time to train. The soldiers didn't know their generals, and the generals didn't know their soldiers. They just kept moving forward.
Their weapons and equipment didn't get upgraded either. Many of them still held wooden sticks embedded with the fangs of ferocious beasts.
Even their food wasn't entirely Mandala Fruits.
Instead, they were mixed with grass roots, leaves, and vegetable seeds. They were boiled and mixed until they became a paste. Then, they wrapped it in huge leaves and put it into their mouths with their eyes closed.
To be honest, compared to the delicacies cooked by the rat people in their own homes during the prosperous era, the taste and nutrition of this food were greatly reduced.
However, the Rat People who had survived the disaster did not have too many complaints.
Because the priests had already said that the difficulties were only temporary.
As long as they could escape from the Collapsed Space Plains, they would definitely be able to get the best equipment in the camp in the north and enjoy a sumptuous meal.
This belief motivated the fugitives to continue moving forward.
Along the way, there were many who fell behind.
But there were also a small number of people who could follow the priests and officers closely.
They were naturally the strongest and most tenacious of all the fugitives. From a certain point of view, they were also the luckiest.
Meng Chao and the hailstorm were among them.
It had been ten days and ten nights since they stepped into the Collapsed Space Plains.
They finally got out of the endless green sea and entered the border between the Blood Hoof Clan and the Golden Clan. It was an area filled with ravines.
Since there were spirit veins underground and spirit energy constantly seeped into this place, compared to Earth, the geological structure and climate of the Other World were very unstable.
It was very likely that there were towering mountains next to them. The mountains were surrounded by clouds and snow all year round.
At the foot of the mountains was an abyss where evil winds howled. There were also streams of magma flowing in the abyss and gathering together to form a river of fire.
The great rift valley to the north of the Collapsed Space Plains was a barren land filled with barren mountains and rivers.
The terrain here looked as if it was violently kneaded by the gods who created this world and trampled on it. It was so fragmented that no one could bear to look at it.
The depths of the huge rift valley were like the veins of a leaf. There were countless zigzagging cracks that extended into the ground.
As long as they could solve the problem of food, forget hundreds of thousands of people, even an army of a million would not have a hard time hiding here.
Also, since the environment here was too bad, it was of no strategic value to the Blood Hoof Clan and the Golden Clan.
The higher-ups and powerful people from both sides rarely cast their gazes here.
It was no wonder that the Big Horn Army could quietly grow here and stir up a storm that would soon sweep through all of Turanze.
At that moment, there were already hundreds of one-hundred-man teams that arrived at the rift valley. They formed a thin red line along the zigzagging cracks in the rift valley.
As they gradually went deeper into the rift valley, the sky was gradually pushed down by the cliffs on both sides. It was as if the earth was closing up above their heads.
Meng Chao was very puzzled. Just where did the priests and officers of the Big Horn Army want to bring the fugitives to? The further he went, the more desolate the place became. No matter what, it did not seem like a place that could support an army of a million.
However, when he entered a cave and ventured around eighty meters underground, a cool breeze that refreshed his heart blew at him, and the area in front of him became clear.
This was an underground cave that was so big that it was unimaginably huge.
No, instead of calling it a cave, it would be more accurate to call it a strange world that was parallel to the Other World.
When he looked over, he could not see the walls or ceiling. There was no dampness, heat, or stench that normal caves usually had.
Besides, he did not know what sort of amazing minerals were contained in the rocks that formed the cave, but they naturally released a faint fluorescent light that bathed the cave in milky white light all year round.
The light that was like a hot spring seeped into the exhausted bodies of the rat people, making everyone feel comfortable all over. Their pain and fatigue disappeared without a trace, and they felt indescribably refreshed.
"The spirit energy density here is really high!
"It doesn't lose to the blessed lands around Dragon City or in the depths of Monster Mountain Range!
"With such thick spirit energy here, it will definitely bring about a great life force!"
Meng Chao was shocked.
Just as he expected, they saw countless shiny organisms that looked like moss, vines, and fungi in the corners of the cave.
All kinds of fungal umbrellas and flowers were competing with each other in beauty, forming a bizarre underground ecosystem.
Quite a number of the crops had clear signs of being modified by artificial genes. They bore large and plump fruits, and the thick fragrance stimulated the mucous membranes of the rat people's noses. Everyone's appetites were whetted, and their intestines squirmed.
After the Mandala flowers bloomed, the Mandala trees would no longer bear fruit in the next ten to twenty years.
These underground creatures had become an important source of food for them.
Aside from that, Meng Chao also noticed a few huge monuments with cuneiform carved on them. They were not made of metal or wood, but they were undamaged even after millions of years of corrosion.
The black monuments had golden inscriptions on them, and there was a colorful light that looked like sticky liquid flowing on them.
Meng Chao focused his spirit energy on his retina and cones to activate his superhuman vision. He noticed that the parts of the monuments exposed to the ground were just one-tenth of their total length.
Nine-tenths of their length was buried deep underground, where the spirit energy was the thickest.
Meng Chao came to a realization. The monuments were like huge straws.
They were buried deep underground, where the spirit energy was the thickest, and they absorbed it into the cave, which was why they could create such a lush and lively underground ecosystem.
It was clear that the Big Horn army could not have created such outstanding technology.
Instead, it was created by the ancient Turanians or even more ancient existences tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years ago.
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