At that moment, the forest had turned into a burning slaughterhouse.
As time passed, more rat people who belonged to the Big Horn Army surged into the forest from all directions. Gradually, they surrounded the forest so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
They might not be elites like Leaf.
In fact, there were a lot of cannon fodder who did not belong to White Bone Camp among them.
But as long as there were enough of them, even cannon fodder could form an indestructible wall. They could stop or at least delay the wolf reinforcements from breaking out.
When the wolf reinforcements realized that they had fallen into a trap, they gave up on breaking out of the encirclement.
Being utterly defeated by the Rat Men and scurrying away like a rat was no different from being directly killed by the Rat Men.
The wolf reinforcements chose to get close to each other at all costs in an attempt to form an invincible suicide squad so that they could search for the center of the rat people's rampage and use the tactic of killing the leader to turn the tide.
However, there was no obvious command center in the surging tide of rat people.
The zealous rat people did not seem to need any commands. They just fought as they pleased.
That was naturally impossible.
When armies fought, they were not like the brawls of commoners in the market. What they paid attention to was obedience to their words and execution of orders.
Besides, the individual qualities of the rat people were much inferior to that of the wolf elites.
If they did not have a powerful center of command, they would be scattered like sand, and they would not be able to complete the complicated mission of surrounding, dividing, and killing the wolf elites.
Even Meng Chao was puzzled when he saw this.
The rat people warriors who appeared in front of him were all howling madly, as if they had gone mad.
Many of them had flames coming out of their orifices. No matter how he looked at it, they did not seem like they were carrying out orders in an orderly fashion.
They were just venting their hatred and anger without care for anything else.
At the same time they killed their enemies, they also burned their own lives. In the end, they turned into burning flames, and while they laughed madly, they ended the chaotic battle.
However, the seemingly messy attacks really crushed the daredevil team that the elites of the Wolf Clan had gone through a lot of trouble to gather.
And when a gap appeared in one of the battle lines, someone would quickly fill it up without caring about their own safety.
Their tactical cooperation was calm and precise. It was the complete opposite of the rat people's appearance.
Even if the Red Dragon Army released their armored airships and obtained air supremacy and battlefield communications, they would only be able to carry out their tactics to this extent.
How did the commander of the Bone Battalion command the troops perfectly when they were short of modern military communication equipment and the training of the soldiers was not as good as expected?
A thought appeared in Meng Chao's mind. Suddenly, he sensed a very unique spirit energy magnetic field fluctuation in the air.
He first narrowed his eyes, then closed them.
He had expanded his vitality magnetic field to the maximum and soaked all his visual organs in abundant spirit energy, so that his vision surpassed the limits of matter and allowed him to see every ripple in the air.
Soon, Meng Chao "saw" something strange.
He discovered that, in the middle of the seemingly messy tide of rats, there would be nodes with particularly dense spiritual waves every certain distance. They seemed to be receiving and transmitting spiritual and magnetic waves incessantly.
Each node could cover an area of about a hundred paces, and the nodes would rarely overlap. This ensured that the minimum number of nodes was enough to cover the entire battlefield.
Meng Chao opened his eyes and crawled on the ground like a squashed gecko to the node closest to him.
When he was around thirty steps away from the node, Meng Chao hid behind a shrub that had been burned black and carefully looked in the direction of the node.
He saw a high-ranking shaman of the Big Horn Army, surrounded by hundreds of rat people warriors, dancing wildly for joy.
Meng Chao had seen quite a few priests from the Big Horn Army before.
Most of them wore dazzling feathered robes and helmets that were made to imitate the image of the Rat God. Their metal skulls were covered in horns, and they used masks with protruding mouths and monkey cheeks to hide their true faces.
The high-ranking priest in front of him had switched his feathered robes to armor that was covered in metal feathers.
The helmet and mask that covered his entire head looked like they had been forged flawlessly. In fact, they had even become one with his head.
Dozens of horns protruded in a radial shape, as if it was a frozen explosion.
There was also a soft metal tube that looked like a skeleton. It extended from the back of the head all the way to the back of the back armor, as if it was connected to the spine of the high-ranking priest.
The overall design had the vintage style of the era of cold weapons.
It also had the characteristics of the unrestricted warfare of the era of information.
More importantly, Meng Chao noticed that the endless spiritual waves were emitted and received from the tips of the horns on the high-ranking priest's helmet!
"This is …"
Meng Chao's gaze moved from the horns on the high-ranking priest's helmet to the sky, and then from the sky to a place outside the forest.
He seemed to see the spiritual waves crisscrossing and forming a colorful and complicated Spiritual Nexus that covered the entire battlefield.
In the Spiritual Nexus, as the frequency of the spiritual waves changed, a large amount of information fell from the sky and surged into the brain of the high-ranking priest. After processing, it was transmitted to the brains of every rat person.
He remembered the test he had received when he joined the Bone Camp.
The white jade statue where all the bones could be opened to form an antenna.
Meng Chao was greatly enlightened.
"So, the helmets that the priests of the Bighorn Legion wear are not full of 'horns', but very powerful antennas!"
Through the 'antennas', every high-ranking priest was equivalent to a mobile signal base on the battlefield.
Far away from the forest, the highest commander in the rear of the battle formation could use the 'antennas' to share the vision and the real-time situation with the commanders at the bottom level.
They could also give orders in time so that the commanders at the bottom level could adjust and respond.
No wonder the Bighorn Legion, which had hundreds of years of history, could fight back and forth with the werewolves, even though it had only been established for a few years and did not have much practical experience.
It was because they had an efficient communication and command system that surpassed the era!
The discovery made Meng Chao's imagination run wild.
He thought of the Bighorn Rat God himself.
It must be noted that the legend of the Bighorn Rat God had been passed down among the rat people in Turanze for thousands of years.
However, over the course of thousands of years, none of the rat people knew why their ancestral spirits had large horns on their heads.
Even though many of the high-grade orcs worshiped the horns and believed that the larger, thicker, and longer the horns on their heads, the more awesome they looked.
But the original rat people had the characteristics of rodents, so they should not have horns on their heads.
In one breath, they grew dozens of horns, and they even extended from their heads to their backs to their vertebrae.
This was too ridiculous.
Based on what he saw, Meng Chao guessed that the original form of the Bighorn Rat God was a warrior who had truly existed in Turanze's history.
Of course, he was not a rat person who wielded cold weapons and fought to the death.
Instead, he was a high-ranking commander who wore a helmet with incredibly powerful data exchange abilities and acted as the center of all information processing in the region during the era when the Turanze civilization was still glorious and had outstanding technology.
The 'horns' were the antennas on the helmet.
The antennas might even be connected to his brain cells and spinal cord through the helmet and armor!
Perhaps the ambitious schemer hiding behind the Bighorn Legion had accidentally discovered this ancient commander's remains and secrets.
He had unintentionally dug out the remains and secrets of this ancient commander from some ancient ruin.
That was how the Bighorn Rat God descended and the Bighorn Army rose to power!
Since he had found the main character, the next step was easy.
Meng Chao believed that these high-grade priests were the same as the rat god's messengers. They shared their vision with the Ancient Dream Holy Lady through the special helmet covered in antennas.
As long as he could perform outstandingly in front of the high-grade priests, he would be able to attract the Ancient Dream Holy Lady's attention.
Of course, the key was to be perfect.
If he summoned his Totem Armor and killed dozens of Wolf Clan elites in one breath, he would definitely be killed.
His performance would be eye-catching.
It would definitely attract the Ancient Dream Holy Lady's interest.
But the person hiding behind the Ancient Dream Holy Lady would also immediately lock onto him.
'I can't wear the totem armor.
'I can't use the skills and characteristics that are clearly beyond the rat people's level.
'But I have to make people's eyes light up. I have to leave a deep impression on the smoky and chaotic battlefield.
'What should I do …?'
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