"The Big Horn Army is just a motley crew, and they can deal a heavy blow to the Golden Clan's battle-hardened warriors?"
Ice Storm looked puzzled. "Is it possible?"
"Of course not. But even if the Big Horn Army can't deal a heavy blow to the Golden Clan, they can at least throw off their rhythm of preparing for war and stall them for a long time," Meng Chao said.
"Due to the rat people rampaging through Turan Lake, Blood Hoof Clan, Dark Moon, Lightning Clan, and Divine Wood Clan are all facing great trouble.
"It's not that their most elite and heavily armed group suffered heavy losses, but it's not that their most elite and heavily armed group suffered heavy losses.
"It's just that the supply, logistics, and cannon fodder that provide services for their troops have encountered major problems.
"Some of the strategic resources, including the Mandala Fruits, weapons, and armor, have fallen into the hands of the rat people who have lost control.
"If they want to restore order in their territories, they need time.
"Otherwise, even if they keep the large number of rat people in their territories and use the cruelest methods to suppress them, killing them until their blood flows like rivers, the Golden Clan will use this time to easily gather an army and seize the throne of the highest authority in Turan Lake. What benefits will it bring to the chiefs of Blood Hoof and the other races?
"If they let the rat people do whatever they want and even take the initiative to chase them away, they can lure these troublemakers into the Golden Clan's territory so that the bloodthirsty and brutal wolves can teach the bold rats a lesson. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone? It's an easy choice."
Ice Storm thought about it for a long time, and she had to admit that Meng Chao was right.
If she were the chiefs of Blood Hoof and the other three races, she might make the same choice as them.
"For the Big Horn Army, if they march into the Golden Clan's territory, they won't have to worry about being attacked from both sides.
"Before the angry rat people who have been bullied, the situation has been simplified to the point that they only need to move forward bravely and win against the Golden Clan's massive army."
"…"
Ice Storm said. "At the end of the day, this is still an impossible mission!"
"That's right. No matter how beautiful the future that was presented to the rat people seemed, they were just deceived by lies. They jumped from one chessboard to another. No matter how much blood was shed, their fate as chess pieces never changed."
Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and mumbled to himself, "If external forces didn't interfere, it would have been … impossible for the rat people to completely crush the lies and seize their freedom and dignity!"
…
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
In front of the raging, boundless battle formation that looked like it was made of countless ants, there were more than a hundred war drums that were looted from the arenas of various towns.
When hundreds of war drums were beaten by muscular men with glossy skin at the same time, giving off soul-stirring drumbeats, the motley crowd behind the war drums also seemed to have an imposing aura of obedience.
Everyone followed the drumbeats and let out meaningless roars that were filled with anger and animalistic nature.
Tens of thousands of gazes were like javelins that had been soaked in oil and then lit up. They drew tens of thousands of burning arcs and shot at the small city that stood alone on the plains not too far away.
The city tower of the small city was built in the shape of a tiger's head with its mouth wide open.
There was also a black war flag above the tiger's head.
At the center of the war flag was a red tiger claw, and it looked as if it wanted to tear through everything.
At that moment, the mighty tiger claw war flag shuddered as tens of thousands of rat people roared. It looked like the flagpole was about to snap and fall at any moment.
More than ten war flags with the skeleton of a rat god rose from the rat people's battle formation.
These war flags were all dozens of arms tall. There were dozens of wheels under them, and they were covered in leather and bone armor. They were archer towers that could slowly move forward with the battle formation.
The flagpoles were around fifty arms tall, and they were far taller than the tiger claw war flag in the small city.
The area of each war flag was several times that of the tiger claw war flag. The soldiers at the edge of the battle formation and the guards in the small city could see them clearly.
Moreover, the paint on the war flags seemed to have been mixed with a lot of crystal powder and special materials that were rich in spiritual energy from totem beasts.
As a result, the drawn skeleton of the rat god was vivid and lifelike.
No matter which angle the wild wind blew the war flags to, the rat god's deep and unfathomable eyes seemed to be staring at the soldiers below.
Under the war flags of the rat god, there were archers and priests in the archer towers.
The priests of the rat god, who were wearing big horns and skeleton masks and wearing red and green clothes, danced like crazy devils. They seemed to be following the rhythm of the war drums with a strange rhythm.
When the drumbeats became more and more intense, their dancing became more and more crazy.
What was strange was that the two priests of the rat god on different archer towers were hundreds of arms away from each other. They obviously couldn't communicate with each other, and they couldn't even see each other's faces, but their movements were exactly the same. They were almost like different clones of the same person.
"Warriors of the rat god, you've done it!"
When the shamans' dance reached an extreme point of madness, twisting their joints and performing movements that normal humans would never be able to do, turning themselves into strangely shaped statues.
They seemed to have broken some kind of limitation and become the medium of communication between the universe and the gods.
A solemn, ethereal, and distant voice came from their chests.
"You've broken the shackles that have bound you for thousands of years. You've broken the defense line that seems to have been set up by a formidable enemy, which is even more solid than an iron wall. You've finally gathered into an invincible tide that can sweep everything!
"In the past seven days, this tide has charged into the territory of the Golden Clan and swept through dozens of towns that you didn't even have the right to look at in the past. Those fellows who used to ride roughshod over your necks were all chopped into minced meat!
"It has been proved that you deserve the title of 'Warriors of Tulan'. The blood flowing in your body is hotter, purer, and more glorious than that of the so-called warriors!
"Now, burn your blood again, wave your sabers, and charge to a new target! Let the guys who humiliated you, enslaved you, and despised you in the past taste the taste of anger and hatred! "
It was because the priests and the flag were all on the tall archer towers.
For the rat people below the archer towers, the voice seemed to be coming from the skull of the rat god that had been staring at them on the flag.
In the past half a month, the Great Horned Rat God had appeared in their dreams every night.
It had been deeply engraved on their cerebral cortex and turned into an indelible spiritual mark.
When they heard the name "Great Horned Rat God", they couldn't help but breathe fast, their muscles tensed, and their adrenaline surged crazily. Their eyes were as red as fire, as if the blood in their body was really burning.
Although they were a motley crew that had been put together temporarily …
However, there were also many people in the battle formation who had participated in more than a dozen battles of various sizes.
They had even tasted the taste of their iron hooves stepping on the broken corpses of the warriors of the clan.
The taste made them shudder.
It was like an electric current had instantly entangled every nerve ending.
It caused their roars to instantly become several times louder.
At this moment, the war drums stopped abruptly.
It was replaced by a long bugle horn.
With the sound of the bugle horn, all the rat people warriors suddenly sped up their pace, like a surging wave, pouncing towards the city that was close at hand.
Above the small city with the tiger claw flag, a layer of magnificent brilliance shone. It was like a crystal clear shield that descended from the sky, blocking the small city from the attackers.
When the tide of rat people slammed into the "shield", the rat people at the very front all felt an invisible pressure, as if they were moving forward in an invisible swamp. Their movements suddenly became sluggish, to the point that their speed was several times slower than before.
On top of the tiger-head-shaped city gate tower, beams of faint golden light shot up into the sky, blossoming like fireworks. They transformed into huge, majestic tigers that let out thunderous roars at the rat people below.
Some of the rat people were squeezed by the "shield" and shocked by the roars of the tigers. Their lungs exploded, their hearts stopped beating, and their faces bled.
However, more rat people, who had been blessed by the Great Horned Rat God and were as bold as crazy devils, charged forward one after another and crashed into the crystal clear spiritual shield.
Not long after, accompanied by a sharp cracking sound, the huge shield shattered into pieces and disappeared without a trace.
The tide of rat people seemed to have been slightly blocked by a small reef. Very soon, they resumed their unstoppable momentum and continued their charge.
There were still three trenches outside the small city.
When the tide of rat people reached the trenches, an overwhelming rain of arrows was also shot out from the city.
Although the archery of the tiger people was not as good as that of the centaur warriors, the enemy was so dense that it was impossible for them to miss their target.
Every arrow that they shot out, which was surrounded by electric arcs and flames, could penetrate three to four rat people and explode, tearing the rat people around them into pieces.
Moreover, every arrow that whistled through the air could pierce through three to four rat people before exploding violently, tearing seven or eight rat people in the surroundings into pieces.
The hundreds of rat men at the forefront didn't even have the time to let out a grunt before their flesh and blood flew everywhere, turning into burning corpses.
Instead, it triggered their bloodthirst and brutality. They crossed the trenches in a hurry and approached the small city in the storm of blood.
At this moment, the arrow towers that were waving more than ten flags of the Rat God slowly passed the trenches that were filled with the corpses of the rat people and reached the edge of the small city.
Instead, the arrow towers, which were waving more than ten flags of the Rat God, slowly passed the trenches that were filled with the corpses of the rat people and reached the edge of the small city.
From the arrow towers, arrows were also spurting out and sweeping across the town from above.
The Great Horn Legion at this moment had been replaced with cannons.
The riots in the territories of the Bloody Hoofs and the other three clans had not only brought them a lot of soldiers who were fearless of death, but also helped them get a lot of powerful weapons.
For example, arrows that had been embedded with crystals, carved with runes, smeared with secret medicines, and blessed by the priests.
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