"Are you saying that the Lion and Tiger Clans hope that the Wolf Clan and Big Horn Army will both suffer great losses, and that even the Howling Battle's defeat and the death of the Nighthawks are part of the Lion and Tiger Clans' scheme?"
The Ice Storm was shocked.
Her father was serving as an advisor to the leader of the Wolf Clan, Canus the Jackal.
Even though she had never met her father.
She did not have any expectations for the so-called family ties.
But if Canus the Jackal was really caught in the middle of a conspiracy …
Then as an advisor, her father would definitely not be able to stay out of it.
This would make it more difficult for her to find her father and retrieve her mother's belongings.
"Your guess is really too shocking."
The Ice Storm stared at Meng Chao and said in a low voice, "The five great clans living in Turanze, including the various races within the five clans, might not be united, but they also advocate the fiercest competition among themselves to choose the strongest leader.
"But in the past, there has never been a proud warrior who used such a despicable scheme to attack his competitors.
"Using the rat people to kill others? That's too much of a stain on the honor of our ancestors! "
"In the past, there has never been an era of prosperity that lasted for half a century, where all the races expanded abnormally and surpassed the resources that Turanze could carry," Meng Chao said calmly.
"Times have changed, and many things will change. Those who can't keep up with the pace of change and refuse to admit that change is happening will only die."
"Evidence," the Ice Storm said.
"I need to see more evidence before I can believe that the Howling Battle's defeat and the death of the Nighthawks are related to the Lion and Tiger Clans."
"Of course I can't bring out any evidence."
Meng Chao spread his hands and smiled. "But we can make a bet.
"If my guess is correct, the Big Horn Army's victory is definitely not a flash in the pan. In the upcoming offensive, they will obtain a series of dazzling and stupefying victories.
"Perhaps they will be able to kill even more powerful leaders of the Wolf Clan, just like how they killed the Nighthawks.
"Of course, if these leaders of the Wolf Clan are smart and strong enough, they might be able to break out of the Big Horn Army's encirclement.
"But what's the use of this?
"Even if their bodies of flesh and blood were not destroyed by the Great Horn Army, from the moment they were defeated by the rat people, their glory and prestige had already been shattered and vanished into thin air.
"Even if they flee back to the territory of the Wolf Tribe with their faces covered in dirt, there won't be any Wolf Tribe warriors who will listen to their orders. Everyone will look at them with eyes filled with anger or pity.
"In the end, these walking corpses have no other choice but to atone for their sins with death.
"In the end, when these leaders of the Wolf Tribe, who have a legacy of one thousand years and are in charge of the Wolf Tribe, are swept away by the Big Horn Army's army and return in defeat, the Big Horn Army's might will swell to the point of no return, and all the rat people will be blinded by their miraculous victory. The Wolf Tribe will then face their greatest crisis in the past three thousand years.
"At that time, the Jackal Canus, who is theoretically the leader of the Wolf Tribe and was once looked down upon, despised, and targeted by all the leaders, will receive orders and step forward. He will carry the Wolf Tribe's war flag, which is now riddled with holes and mottled with burns. He will lead the Wolf Tribe's defeated soldiers to fight the Big Horn Army in a decisive battle.
"In this battle, 'Jackal' Canus will sweep away everything in his path and obtain a dazzling victory. He will become the hero who turned the tide in the eyes of all the wolf warriors, the true wolf king!
"As for the Bighorn Legion, no matter how valiant their combat strength is, how glorious their achievements are, or how plentiful their spoils of war are, they are all towers built on the beach. All it takes is a huge wave to make them reveal their true colors and collapse. Everything they have obtained today will be swallowed whole by 'Jackal' Canus in the not too distant future!
"He has eliminated the disobedient giants within the wolf clan, won the hearts of all the warriors of the wolf clan, and captured the strongest, toughest, and most adept warriors that the Great Horn Army went through all the trouble to select from millions of rats. Chances are that 'Jackal' Canus will be the greatest winner after the series of messy situations, won't he?
Ice Storm's eyes had originally narrowed into two slits.
But now, they were widening inch by inch.
She scowled and racked her brains.
But she could not come up with a powerful retort against Meng Chao's wild guess.
"In any case, we still have a long way to go before we reach Pure Gold City. You can continue observing and gathering battle reports to see whether my guess will come true," Meng Chao said calmly.
Meng Chao continued calmly. "But if my jinx is really that accurate, you'll have to be prepared. Jackal Canus isn't just a puppet that fawns over others, and your father isn't just a wandering poet who doesn't do proper work. It's not as simple as that.
"No matter what he took from your mother in the past, it won't be easy for you to take back what your mother left behind."
A few days later, the rat people's volunteer army arrived at the camp in the valley one after another. After a simple and crude reorganization, they continued heading to the core of the Golden Clan.
This time, their marching speed was much faster, and the areas they passed through were much more complicated and dangerous.
Most of the time, they could not see the main road ahead of them. There were only forests shrouded in smoke, uneven hills, and swamps that were cut into pieces by rivers.
Meng Chao guessed that this was because the difficulty of the selection and training had increased.
In order to select the true elites.
Through the arduous journey, the elites who could still keep up with the military officers and priests were finally able to enjoy a whole piece of wild beast meat when they set up camp.
The "pacesetters" who had been charging at the front and performing exceptionally well were even rewarded with roasted, fragrant Golden Fruits.
A series of good news also injected a large dose of adrenaline into this exhausted team.
Meng Chao's guesses were continuously verified.
It was said that the main force of the Great Horn Army had won many battles, defeating the Werewolf Tribe's troops that had come to encircle them several times.
Although he didn't create another shocking battle result like the "Night Raid Howling Battle Group" that killed the "Nighthawk", he didn't kill the "Nighthawk".
However, they had also beaten the arrogant and aggressive Wolf Clan into a sorry state.
The Wolf Tribe's legion, which was known to be unpredictable and unpredictable, seemed to have turned into muddy giants that were mired in a swamp the moment they dived into the ocean made of the rats. They were not as brutal and aggressive as the legends said at all.
Although these reports of victory did not have as many spoils of war to prove it.
But the rat people's volunteer army had been able to march into the depths of the Golden Clan's territory day and night, set up camp in a flashy manner, and was not afraid of smoke rising from chimneys. Yet, they had never been surrounded or ambushed. This was the best proof.
Perhaps it was because he had heard too many reports during the day.
When he fell asleep at night, Meng Chao had a brand new dream related to the Great Horned Rat.
The sky was like fire, burning fiercely, and the dense clouds churned like lava, gradually condensing into the form of the Great Horned Rat God.
Under the gaze of the Great Horned Rat God who occupied half of the sky, there stood a strange girl who was as thin as a match. Her hair was dry and yellow, her face was uneven, and each of her eyes had two pupils.
The strange girl in ragged clothes still had wounds on her body caused by her master's thorny whip.
The bloody wounds looked as if they would never heal up. White bones could be seen in the deepest gash.
Wrapped in wounds, she looked incredibly thin and weak. With just a gust of wind or the roar of a beast, she would be torn to shreds.
But what she faced was a dazzling, indestructible city.
Forget about how difficult it was to cross the towering city walls.
Forget about how many dangerous traps were in the trenches in front of the city walls.
In the golden city alone, accompanied by the roars of jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards, the murderous aura that soared into the sky condensed into a blood-colored storm visible to the naked eye. Just a wisp of it was enough to make the thin, eccentric girl die without a burial place.
However, in the face of the golden city that was filled with jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards, under the gaze of the Great Horned Rat God, a calm smile appeared on the strange girl's face. She unhurriedly took out a bone flute that was covered in cracks, and played a lively tune.
The sound of the bone flute rose.
Rustling sounds came from the horizon behind the girl.
Those were rats.
Endless rats that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
They were not ordinary rats, but a tide of white bone rats whose skin and flesh had rotted, leaving only skeletons.
It was as if the souls that died tragically in the past ten thousand years had escaped through the cracks of hell to carry out the cruelest revenge.
Countless skeleton rats formed a surging tide. They bypassed the girl playing the bone flute and rushed toward the dazzling city.
Whether it was the trenches filled with traps, the burning walls of fire, or the high walls embedded with fangs and spikes, they could not stop their footsteps.
The rat tide was like a tsunami that had not been seen in a thousand years. It easily crossed the layers of "breakwaters" and rushed into the city, fighting the wolves and tigers.
Soon, the splendid city was corroded by the burning blood and became mottled.
The city walls that had not been destroyed even after the bombardment of countless supreme experts and divine weapons in the ten thousand years of war, collapsed piece by piece as if they were soaked in blood.
The wolves, tigers, and leopards, who were wearing magnificent armor, could no longer show their previous majesty.
They jumped out of the collapsed city walls in panic, trying to escape the encirclement of the bone rats.
But under the command of the strange girl's bone flute, the bone rats were like avengers who had been given life and intelligence. They quickly caught up from all directions and completely devoured the wolves, tigers, and leopards, turning them into piles of white bones like themselves.
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