Meng Chao believed that the answer lay with the Ancient Dream Holy Lady.
But before he could see the Ancient Dream Holy Lady, he had to go through the casualty camp.
To win the ambush, the White Bone Camp had paid a heavy price.
Almost all the warriors of the White Bone Camp were covered in wounds. Many of them had lost one or two limbs.
High-grade orcs had strong vitality, and the fanatical rat people had used secret medicine to deplete their life potential for the next few decades. Even if their skin was torn and their bones were exposed, they only needed to apply the secret medicine, bandage the wounds, and the priests' blessings, and they would be alive and kicking again.
It was easy to imagine how badly injured the warriors who were sent to the casualty camp would be.
But Meng Chao had to go to the casualty camp.
This was because Ye had told him that the Ancient Dream Saintess attached the most importance to the warriors who fought to the death. Not only would she give the wounded barracks the best resources, she would also personally visit the wounded barracks after every battle. She would even have a cordial conversation with each wounded warrior to show that she attached importance to them.
To Meng Chao, worsening his injuries was not too difficult.
He just had to control his breathing, heartbeat, and pulse. He also had to purposely secrete a lot of bodily fluids to pretend that he was severely burned, had organ failure, and was severely dehydrated.
The problem was whether the high-grade priests with sharp eyes would scan and analyze his body.
If they invaded Meng Chao's body to treat him and carefully examined his organs, they would definitely find that his cells were incredibly active.
He would definitely discover that his cell activity was so strong that it could not be any stronger. He was simply a totem beast in human skin.
Fortunately, after this battle, there were too many heavily injured people.
Many of the warriors who had taken the secret medicine and descended into madness jumped into the mouths of the wolf elites. They tried to use their sturdy and sharp bones to pierce the enemy's throat.
Even if such a brave warrior who was not afraid of death was able to survive, the severity of his injuries was unimaginable.
The witch doctors and priests of the Great Horn Army were busy dealing with thousands of heavily injured warriors. For the time being, they did not have the strength to perform bone marrow examination and treatment on each of the heavily injured.
For burn victims like Meng Chao, they could only apply burn ointment to his entire body, then wrap him in bandages that were soaked in the secret medicine and gave off a strange fragrance. This was to ensure that the germs, or evil power, according to the high-grade orcs, would not invade his body.
After that, they would send him to the casualty camp for treatment.
This was exactly what Meng Chao wanted.
The Bighorn Legion chopped down the forest and built a large casualty camp not far from the battlefield of the ambush.
Inside were the high-calorie food and powerful secret medicine they had just seized from the Wolf Tribe's reinforcements. They had originally planned to send them to Hundred Blade City.
Unfortunately, with Meng Chao's "severely burned" body, he could not immediately come back to life and wolf down the food.
He could only close his eyes and pretend to be sleepy for a long time.
At the same time, he secretly circulated his spirit energy magnetic field to stimulate his brain and expand his senses to the max. He did not miss even the slightest spirit energy ripple around him.
After 'sleeping' for three days, the Ancient Dream Saintess finally arrived.
It was a new dawn.
Under the application of a secret medicine with a sleeping aid effect, all the heavily injured were in a deep sleep.
Even though he had lost a few limbs and was severely injured during the day, he was only frowning and groaning at this moment.
At the same time, ripples appeared in their minds.
Meng Chao immediately noticed that there were brain waves of a very strange frequency spreading through the casualty camp.
It was just like a pond that was hit by a storm. In the beginning, there were only a few raindrops that touched the surface of the pond and released faint ripples.
Soon, the ripples spread out nonstop. The ripples clashed against each other madly, and the raindrops became denser, causing the entire pond to boil.
All the heavily injured, including Meng Chao, had the same dream as the brain waves resonated with them.
In their dazed dreams, all of them were sitting cross-legged under a huge mountain that towered into the clouds.
Even though they were still covered in wounds, had broken limbs, and even had their intestines torn apart.
The blood and bodily fluids that flowed out of their wounds had a faint golden quality. They looked like molten metal, and they shone with a faint light.
This caused their incomplete images to carry the aura of martyrs, making them appear so dignified and sacred.
Among the thousands of heavily injured …
The girl with double pupils who had appeared in Meng Chao's dream and played the flute while commanding the skeleton rats to flood the glorious city floated high in the air.
She still had a smile on her face as she played the flute.
However, this time, the sound from the flute was no longer strange and shrill. Instead, it was indescribably pleasant to the ears. It made those who heard it forget all their anger, hatred, worries, and pain. They felt as if they had let go of everything and were at eternal peace.
It was accompanied by the melodious sound of the flute.
Wisps of golden light flowed out of the flute.
They were like golden ribbons that rippled in circles and gently bound the heavily injured who sat in the innermost circle, which was next to the girl with double pupils.
Meng Chao did not fall into a deep sleep that he could not free himself from, unlike the other heavily injured.
Even in the dream, he still maintained a rather clear perception and the ability to control his own will.
In other words, to him, this was a lucid dream.
He could clearly see that the people bound by the golden threads of light were the heavily injured among the heavily injured. They were people who could not be saved.
These heavily injured people either had half of their heads flattened by the spiked clubs of the wolf elites through their helmets. Not only did their skulls shatter and cave in deeply, even their eyeballs were squeezed out of their eye sockets.
Some of them had half of their bodies cut off by huge blades. Some of them even had half of their heads cut off. Their organs and brains were exposed to the air.
Some of them had truly been badly burned, and not a single piece of unscathed skin could be found on their bodies.
Some of them did not seem to have any major injuries on the surface, but due to the stimulation from the secret medicine, their organs released too much heat and were cooked alive.
If an Earthling had suffered such severe injuries …
They might have died on the spot.
Even with the unparalleled vitality of the high-level orcs, coupled with the meticulous treatment of the witch doctors and priests, they could only barely delay the footsteps of the God of Death for a few more days. At the same time, it brought them even more unnecessary pain.
At that moment, not a single hint of pain could be seen on the faces of these heavily injured people who were on the verge of death.
Many of them had been unconscious for a few days, and they woke up from their dreams.
As the girl with double pupils "blew" more shining threads into their bodies, their incomplete and tragic bodies seemed to have been assimilated by the golden threads.
Their mutilated and tragic bodies seemed to have been assimilated by the golden threads of light. They gradually became translucent and glittering.
It was as if they had gradually broken free from the shackles of the mass of flesh and gravity. They had become something that was made of pure energy. They were like hundreds and thousands of golden balloons that flew shakily into the air.
They flew higher and higher. Gradually, they flew to the waist of the majestic mountain that reached the clouds. They were right below the clouds.
The heavily injured people who were not bound by the golden threads of light looked at these people in confusion and envy.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd below.
A light breeze blew away the clouds above the waist of the mountain, revealing the scene at the peak of the mountain.
At the peak of this majestic mountain, there was a majestic and dazzling palace.
Around the palace, there were hundreds of statues of warriors in full armor.
Every statue was at least hundreds of arms tall. As if they were living souls of ancestors, they were waving indestructible weapons and letting out thunderous roars.
However, compared to the noises of weapons colliding from the palace and the roars that seemed to be splitting the sky like furious tides, the noises that the statues made were nothing at all.
In a trance, all the heavily injured people had hallucinations.
They seemed to see that all the warriors of Tulan in history had gathered in the palace at the peak of the mountain. They were drinking and wolfing down the food. After they were full, they jumped onto the arena while laughing crazily, fighting to their heart's content with the warriors who had been sacrificed in a different era but were equally brave.
Even if they were smashed into pieces in the duel, and even their brains and internal organs were smashed into meat paste, it didn't matter. They would soon be able to come back to life amidst the cheers of the warriors and continue the next round of drinking and fighting. Just like that, the cycle repeated endlessly.
All the heavily injured people felt that their minds were drowned by a scorching tide.
Their brains went blank. The only thing left was extreme shock and emotion.
"This is … the Sacred Mountain!"
"This is the legendary Sacred Mountain!"
"The Sacred Mountain does exist. The most valiant sacrifices among us have all ascended to the peak of the Sacred Mountain under the lead of the Great Horned Rat God to enjoy eternal feasts and fierce battles!"
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