These followers were, of course, the same as the Ancient Dream Saintess in the past. They were ordinary people who had been bullied, but were powerless to resist.
However, when they stared into the Ancient Dream Saintess' eyes, they saw the majestic image of the Great Horned Rat God through her four pupils.
Moreover, in every dream, they received the blessings, guidance, and enlightenment of the Great Horned Rat God.
Thus, they awakened various skills and became the general of the Great Horned Rat Army, whose combat power was enough to compete with the clan warriors.
After that, the Ancient Dream Saintess brought her followers and unearthed a large number of temples hidden in the depths of the wilderness.
Many temples had been lost long before the era of the Great Order of Extinction.
They had been sealed underground for more than five thousand years.
Even the oldest military aristocrats did not know of the existence of these temples.
They had only heard the deafening names of the temples in the fragmented ancient battle songs.
Under the guidance of the Great Horned Rat God, the Ancient Dream Saintess easily found these temples and unlocked the various mechanisms in the temples. She used the treasures left behind by the ancient Turan people from at least five thousand years ago as the first capital to establish the Great Horned Horn Army.
Naturally, the underground base located at the border between the territories of the Blood Hoof Clan and the Golden Clan was also a gift from the Great Horned Rat God to his devout believers.
Just like that, with the efforts of the Ancient Dream Saintess, the originally unimaginable storm finally took shape in a few short years and swept across the entire world.
Even today, the Ancient Dream Saintess would not be more than eighteen years old.
But it was such a young girl who displayed a maturity that did not match her age in battle.
Everyone thought that the difference in strength between the Great Horned Horn Army and the Wolf Tribe that had come to encircle them was too great, and that the outcome of meeting them on a narrow path was destined to be like hitting a rock with an egg.
However, the Ancient Dream Saintess seized the most fatal flaw of the Wolf Tribe's battle.
They could not afford to lose.
Not to mention a crushing defeat at the hands of the rat people.
Even if the victory came too slowly and reluctantly, it would make people doubt the strength of the Wolf Tribe and their determination to defend their glory.
Only a great victory without any losses could show the pride of the Wolf Tribe and even the entire Golden Clan.
Under the heavy pressure of the Lion and Tiger Clans, the Wolf Tribe definitely did not have the patience to deal with the rat people.
They could only attack the main force of the Big Horn Army like a tornado, attempting to finish the battle in one fell swoop.
Taking advantage of this flaw, the Ancient Dream Saintess took the initiative to set up several deceptive traps.
After a series of attacks, the warriors of the Wolf Tribe became impatient. They also mistakenly thought that the Rat Tribe only knew how to sneak around. They lacked the strength and courage to face them head-on.
She even tried to sow discord. Through the mouth of a traitor, she leaked false information to the werewolves, misleading the werewolves into charging toward the non-existent main force of the Big Horn Army.
After that, the Howling Battle Group was utterly defeated and the killing of the Nighthawks was the result of the battle.
In the subsequent series of fierce battles, the Ancient Dream Saintess also displayed her astonishing military genius.
She seemed to be able to predict the future. Every time, she keenly captured the route of the Wolf Tribe's troops and knew the actual situation of every Wolf Tribe battle group like the back of her hand.
There were a few times when she relied on her instincts to make the main force of the Big Horn Army jump out of the ambush circle that the werewolves had painstakingly set up. They went straight for the enemy's hidden and weak flanks, causing the werewolves to taste the feeling of going for wool and coming home shorn.
In short, the military officers and priests praised the Ancient Dream Saintess.
It reminded Meng Chao of another Saintess who had appeared during a great war known as the Hundred Years War on Earth.
These people … were illiterate the day before, but today, they could command the wind and clouds.
Aside from "God's revelation and the blessings of the ancestors", there was no other reasonable explanation for this.
Aside from that, the military officers and priests also told the rat people around Meng Chao.
They were all strong fighters who had gone through many hardships during long and arduous journeys and sieges. They performed exceptionally well.
They had the right to fight together with the main force of the Big Horn Army.
In fact, if they continued to maintain their fighting spirit and their endless loyalty to the Big Horn Rat God in the upcoming series of battles …
There was a high chance that they would become the main force of the Big Horn Army, receive the Ancient Dream Saintess' personal command, and participate in the final battle to attack Pure Gold City!
When they thought about how they also had the chance to become a member of the skeleton rat horde that devoured that glorious city …
The rat people's blood boiled, their mouths went dry, and they trembled.
Many of them could not wait to see the power of the main force of the Big Horn Army that had defeated the werewolves.
In fact, Big Horn Rat God above, please give them enough luck so that they could see the unbelievable Ancient Dream Saintess from afar.
However, no matter how mighty and invincible the main force of the Big Horn Army was in the rat people's minds …
When the other party really appeared, the rat people were still shocked. They didn't dare to believe their eyes.
Meng Chao was the first to notice the arrival of the main force of the Big Horn Army.
More than two months after the "Riot of Big Horn" broke out.
In a valley next to the Tulan River in the middle of the Golden Clan's territory.
When Meng Chao woke up from his mottled dream, he saw that all the hair on his body stood up like steel needles.
He placed his palm gently on the ground.
Through the faint tremors, he could sense that a large number of fierce beasts were approaching from a very far distance.
Meng Chao and the hailstorm crawled out of the tent at the same time.
They saw a large number of startled birds flapping their wings and flying into the sky, tearing apart the thin dark clouds and stirring up the cold moonlight, creating layers of ripples.
Layers upon layers of murderous aura whizzed over like a mudslide, instantly surrounding the entire campsite.
Shrill wolf howls cut the rat people's ears like sharp blades.
As the guards' shrill whistles rang out, the entire camp descended into chaos.
Hundreds of torches were lit in a hurry, illuminating the faces whose expressions were constantly changing and whose eyes were wandering about.
No matter how much their blood boiled when they heard the news of victory during the day, no matter how much they wanted to find a jackal, wolf, tiger, or leopard and perish together with it …
At the darkest moment before dawn, they heard thousands of wolf howls coming from the distance, gathering into a rolling wave that was about to crash into the camp.
The rat people, who had just joined the volunteer army, could not help but feel uneasy and a little diffident.
They were getting closer and closer. From the dark horizon came the heavy panting of jackals and wolves. There was also the sound of armor rubbing against swords. It was like the Grim Reaper was calmly sharpening its scythe.
Very quickly, one, two, three, countless green sparks appeared in the darkness.
Those were the eyes of thousands of wargs. They were staring at the unprotected temporary camp.
No one knew how so many wargs could sneak into the area that was supposed to be controlled by the Big Horn Army.
All the rat people were so scared that their scalps went numb. They bit their lips until they were bloody and used the pain to stimulate their nerves. They ordered their slightly trembling hands to hold their weapons tightly.
However, just when they thought that a horrifying battle was inevitable, a voice suddenly rang out.
From the depths of the warg pack, a horn with a very familiar rhythm sounded, and a battle flag was shot out.
It was the horn used by the Big Horn Army to identify their allies.
Although it sounded very similar to the 'charge' that was commonly used by the five clans, there was a subtle change in the rhythm. Only the officers and priests who had followed the Ancient Dream Saintess for many years could hear the clues.
Under the illumination of the raging flames, the blood-colored war flag that was slowly unfurling did not have the image of a rat skull.
Instead, it was a skeleton rat with a head and tail, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
This was the war flag of the main force of the Bighorn Army, the elite unit known as the Bone Battalion!
It was said that the White Bone Camp was personally led by the Ancient Dream Saintess.
The vast majority of the members were veteran soldiers who had sworn to follow the Ancient Dream Saintess since a few years ago.
Many military officers were personally selected by the Ancient Dream Saintess, and through dreams, they received the blessings of the Great Horned Rat God.
There were also a small number of new members who had been tempered and stood out in the past two months of fleeing and fighting.
The reason why it was given such a strange name was that it was because it was a little strange.
This was because the Ancient Dream Holy Maiden wanted all the rat people to always remember that in the past ten thousand years, hundreds of millions of rat people had been squeezed into piles of bones by the clan warriors.
She also hoped that everyone would summon up their courage and not give up the will to resist even if they were to become broken skeletons.
The White Bone Camp represented the highest combat power of the Bighorn Army.
Although the Ancient Dream Saintess was not among the cavalry that was charging forward.
But the White Bone Camp cavalry had seized hundreds of wolf mounts from the Wolf Clan, which was enough to open the eyes of the rat people, who had been alarmed by the false alarm, and they clicked their tongues in wonder.
Looking at the wolf mounts with mouths full of fangs and claws stained with blood, they were as docile as war horses under the crotch of the White Bone Camp soldiers, who were also rat people, and allowed their master to order them around.
The rat people were puzzled.
From the moment the White Bone Camp defeated the Howling Clan until now, it had been at most ten days to half a month.
What secret method did the soldiers of the White Bone Camp use to tame the ferocious and tyrannical wargs in such a short period of time?
After a short discussion, everyone agreed that this was probably a miracle performed by the Great Horned Rat God through the Ancient Dream Saintess.
The regrouping with the White Bone Camp cavalry had greatly boosted the morale of the rat people's volunteer army.
Next, they would receive orders from the White Bone Camp to attack a few towns near the valley that might have a large number of Datura Fruits.
Because this place was near the center of the Golden Clan, the guards stationed in the towns would definitely be stronger than the old and sick stationed at the borders.
So even if they couldn't conquer the town for the time being, it didn't matter.
As long as they put on a show of attacking the town, they could attract the nearby reinforcements to come out in full force.
After seizing a large number of Mount Wolves, the newly formed White Bone Battalion would naturally give the unexpected reinforcements a fatal blow on the way.
This was a standard "besieging the city to attack the reinforcements."
And the leader of the White Bone Camp cavalry also promised that as long as they performed outstandingly in the siege, even the rat people who had just joined the Bighorn Army yesterday would have a great chance of becoming a member of the White Bone Camp, a sharp blade personally forged by the Ancient Dream Saintess!
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