This was a shocking conclusion, but when Meng Chao thought about it carefully, she frowned and shook her head. "No way. This is … asking for trouble!"
Hence, once she said the word "hailstorm," before Meng Chao could react, she frowned and shook her head. "No way. Isn't that … just asking for trouble?
If there was a need, no matter how cruel the method was, the superior warriors would do it without hesitation.
The problem was, there was no need for the rulers of the five clans to use such a cruel method to select the servant soldiers.
But the problem was, there was no need for them to make things so complicated.
In truth, the greatest goal of the competition between the five clans was to select the chief of war and fight for the highest authority in the Turan army. It was also to select the rat people during the actual battle so that they could save as much food as possible and get rid of the weeds.
In the impassioned and soul-stirring war epics, the honorable warriors of the Gold Clan, the Bloody Hoof Clan, the Dark Moon Clan, the Thunder Clan, and the Divine Wood Clan had to do their best fearlessly in the Competition of the Five Clans in order to please the ancestral spirits.
However, the Turan warriors were all high-grade orcs.
The difference between high-grade orcs and low-grade orcs was that the former had already mastered the skill of saying one thing and doing another in a dignified manner.
Even the most irascible Wild Boar Warriors would not be willing to do something as foolish as killing one of their own without even touching a hair of the Holy Light Human Tribe.
At the very least, in the past three thousand years, in every competition among the five clans, it had always been the rats and servants under the command of the major clans who led the vanguard and forged their own flesh and blood into chess pieces for their masters to devise strategies and compete with each other.
Once the cannon fodder was mostly used up and the atmosphere was set, the masters could personally enter the battlefield. Through a series of ritualistic procedures, they could compete against the nobles who were of equal status.
Of course, this sort of competition had a certain degree of danger.
Every time the competition between the five clans occurred, some of the warriors from the clans would die on the spot.
It was just like the Game of the Brave that was held in the clans.
However, compared to the rat people who piled up into mountains of corpses, the death rate of the warriors from the clans would not be more than 1% of the former.
Basically, the cannon fodder would fight with real swords and spears until the last drop of blood, until the last breath.
Among masters, friendship came first, competition came second, and sparring was the best.
After a large number of rat people died, the size of the cannon fodder troops would naturally be greatly reduced.
However, this would not affect the combat effectiveness of the cannon fodder.
Simplifying the scale of the army reduced the pressure on the supply lines and food consumption. At the same time, they used the threat of death to squeeze out the potential of some of the rat people's servant soldiers. This would instead stimulate the ferocity and combat strength of the cannon fodder, turning them into ferocious beasts of war. Only then would they be able to charge into the Land of Holy Light and slaughter or be slaughtered.
This was the tacit understanding they had developed since the era of the Major Annihilation Order.
It was precisely because of this kind of tacit understanding that the Golden Clan had obtained the dominant position for more than 2,000 years in the past 3,000 years, becoming the fully deserving number one clan.
Ice Storm did not think that there was any need for the Golden Clan to use such a complicated method with great side effects to break the tacit understanding they had gained after a long time.
After all, she had been paying attention to the Golden Clan ever since she entered Turanze.
From the fleeing warriors and merchants, they had never heard of any major incidents that could deal a heavy blow to the Golden Clan in the previous era of prosperity.
Logically speaking, the Golden Clan, which had a strong army and an advantage, should not be the party who was in a hurry to change the rules of the game.
If it was the Blood Hoof Clan, who had been in second place for a long time, who was not willing to fall behind again and wanted to win by surprise, there was still a slight possibility.
No, that's also impossible.
Regardless of whether it was the Golden Clan or the Blood Hoof Clan, they were both fierce, but not cunning enough.
Ice Storm always felt that this convoluted scheme was too complicated, too dangerous, and required too much patience and precision. It did not seem like the style of the Golden Clan or the Blood Hoof Clan.
It was more like the style of the sneaky snake people and lizardmen of the Dark Moon Clan.
But it was impossible for the Dark Moon Clan to come up with so many tricks between the Blood Hoof Clan and the Golden Clan.
Ice Storm tossed this doubt to Meng Chao.
Meng Chao shrugged.
"Indeed. The ruler of the Golden Clan doesn't seem to need to do something so strenuous and unrewarding. In any case, based on the rules of the game, if we fight fair and square, the chief this time will most likely be a lion-man or a tiger-man," Meng Chao said.
"But aside from the lionmen and tigermen, are there no other ambitious people in the Golden Tribe?" Meng Chao asked.
His gaze gave Ice Storm the feeling that he could see through everything.
Ice Storm quirked her eyebrows. She could not help but ask Meng Chao whether he had already guessed the identity of the mastermind.
Meng Chao grinned.
He did not "guess" it.
Instead, he "saw" it through the memory fragments of his previous life.
Honestly speaking, he did not think that he had the ability to delve into the details of a situation and see through it.
But if he knew the correct answer beforehand and used it to figure out how to solve the problem, it would always be easier.
Hindsight was a hundred times better than the real thing.
In the depths of Meng Chao's mind, all the things that happened after he came to Turanze were like shattered but shining fragments.
Together with the bits and pieces of information in the memory fragments of his previous life, Xiao Chen pieced them together perfectly.
Gradually, it formed an intricate yet clear jigsaw puzzle.
The jigsaw showed the rise of the ambitious Apocalyptic Wolf, whom the entire Other World called the Demonic Apocalyptic Wolf with trembling voices in the near future.
Meng Chao felt that he had already touched upon the origins of the Corpse-eating Dogs, Jackals, Wild Plains Wolves, Netherworld Wolves, and Apocalyptic Wolves.
Now, he only had two questions left.
First, how would the Great Horn Army complete its destruction and rebirth?
Second, when, where, and with what attitude should he insert himself into Jackal Canus's scheme?
Only then could he change the future and bring the greatest hope to himself, Dragon City, and the normal rat people, including Leaf.
…
The victory in the siege did not give the rat people a lot of time to rest and reorganize themselves.
After all, if they rested for another day, they would have to use up another day's worth of food.
With the Great Horn Army's reserves, they would not be able to support so many rat people. They would be drained like a bottomless pit every day.
It would be better to chase them to the battlefield as soon as possible so that the God of Death could solve their food problem.
The rat people warriors didn't even get a good night's sleep. In the darkest hour before dawn, they were forcefully woken up by the officers. Grabbing the cowhide ropes that were covered in lumps, they lined up into small groups and marched in the dark.
Even if they had won the day before, they were at the bottom of the group.
In their dreams, they witnessed the supreme might of the Great Horned Rat God again.
The rat people were still grumbling nonstop.
Occasionally, some of them sprained their ankles and fell behind in the dark.
In fact, the entire group was brought into a ditch by the warrior at the front of the group, and they were separated from the main group.
Meng Chao and the Ice Tornado continued carrying out their plan. They did not fall behind, but they did not stand out and stand out either. They maintained the rhythm of the group, albeit barely.
After a few hours of rapid marching, when the sun lit up the morning glow and dyed the entire world red, there were only around ten to twenty percent of the rat people who maintained their formation and followed the officers and priests in the correct direction.
Naturally, they were the strongest, most tenacious, and most obedient group of people among the disorderly, rowdy crowd that only knew how to wave flags and waste food.
This further verified Meng Chao's judgment.
The Great Horn Army's recent strategy was to filter out the truly powerful among the rat people and get rid of the burdens.
They walked from before dawn until the sun was high in the sky. The exhausted group that was about to collapse finally saw the Rat God's skeleton flag fluttering in the wind in a valley.
They also drank the thick meat soup that they had not tasted in a long time. It was a mixture of large pieces of beast meat and a Mandala Fruit.
Aside from that, they also received two pieces of news.
The first was bad news.
There was also a great piece of news that shattered the previous bad news into pieces.
The bad news was that the rat people's rampage in the southern part of the Golden Clan's territory had finally enraged the strongest race in the Turan civilization.
Of course, over the past thousands of years, the lionmen and tigermen had taken turns to hold the highest authority in the Turan civilization. They would not stoop so low as to personally attack a few rats who did not know their place.
However, a few squads from the werewolves had already moved out from around Pure Gold City. They were about to bare their sharpest claws and tear the Great Horn Army to shreds.
In the ten thousand years of war in the Turan civilization, werewolves were not as strong as the lionmen and tigermen in terms of individual fighting strength.
But their cruelty and bloodthirstiness were not inferior to the lionmen and tigermen.
Also, werewolves had great reproductive abilities.
Werewolves were one of the most numerous races in the Golden Clan.
When necessary, the "wolf pack" had the chance to devour the "rat horde".
Even though the Great Horn Army was said to have received the Rat God's blessing.
Over the past half a month, they had been continuously attacking cities and territories. They had been singing triumphant songs, and it had caused some of the rat people warriors, whose confidence had swelled to an abnormal degree, to think that the warriors of the clan were nothing special.
However, when the totemic warriors formed a massive army and showed their fiercest side, they pounced on the rat people murderously.
All the rat people instinctively felt that their hearts had been clenched by wolves, and it hurt so much that they could not breathe.
Before Meng Chao's squad arrived at the camp in the valley, this bone-chilling news had already lingered in the area for a few days.
It caused all the rat people warriors stationed here to be shrouded in a gloomy fog. The atmosphere was indescribably mysterious.
However, half an hour after Meng Chao's squad arrived …
An incredibly dramatic scene appeared.
A cavalier who was covered in wounds and had Wolf Fang Arrows embedded in his armor, but he was incredibly excited. He looked like he was about to burst into flames, and he delivered a thunderous report of victory.
The previous night, the main force of the Great Horn Army had ambushed the Howling Army, which belonged to the werewolves, in Vengeful Ghost Valley. They fought fiercely for half a night, and they won!
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