Amidst the worship of countless brave warriors.
These heavily injured warriors, who had lost all meaning of treatment, all turned into shining heroic spirits and flew to the peak of the Holy Mountain, to the shining temple.
The dream ended with their hearty laughter.
When Meng Chao woke up and returned to the real world, he found that dozens of huge firewood piles had been set up around the wounded barracks.
The priests of the Bighorn Army were smearing oil on the firewood piles and adding fuel.
A few of the firewood piles had been ignited, and the raging flames soared into the air, rising to the height of nearly a hundred arms, like shining lighthouses.
There was no telling what kind of accelerant the priests had added to the pile of firewood, but when it was ignited, it burst into crackling noises and spurted out colorful flames from time to time, condensing into images of ferocious beasts that were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws in midair.
When Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the center of the firewood piles.
He discovered that the well-shaped pile of firewood was filled with strange-looking corpses.
The heavily injured among the heavily injured had all died last night.
Perhaps the Ancient Dream Saintess had fulfilled their last wish in the dream, letting them know that their destination was not the dark abyss, but the eternal battlefield and feast.
They could finally leave this world full of pain and chaos in satisfaction, and fly into the arms of the Bighorn Rat God.
According to the funeral rites of the high-grade orcs.
The more wounds on the bodies of the warriors who died in the fierce battle, the more horrible they looked, and the more it represented their bravery and glory.
If they did not die horribly enough.
Usually, they would have to ask a respected elder in the clan, or a strong and fierce warrior to destroy the body again.
The bodies of the heavily injured among the heavily injured were already like ragdolls that had been run over by an iron chariot, so there was no need to waste this procedure.
The raging flames gradually burned their corpses.
And their souls were destined to fly to the Holy Mountain, and stay with the strongest warriors of Turanze since ancient times. Also, under the leadership of the Bighorn Rat God, they would continue to protect all the rat people who fought for freedom and dignity.
Because most of the people in the wounded barracks had the same dream as Meng Chao. They "saw" the heavily injured among the heavily injured turn into light and fly to the Holy Mountain.
Therefore, not only did this grand and solemn funeral not bring about the slightest bit of sadness, but it also brought about a strange feeling.
On the contrary, the surviving wounded soldiers were all extremely excited.
Everyone discussed the unbelievable dream with each other. They were a little annoyed — if only they could have been more fierce and valiant in the fierce battle and charged toward the elites of the Wolf Clan, the impact would have been stronger, and the enemy's swords, claws, and teeth would have directly pierced their hearts.
Then, the one who ascended to the Sacred Mountain last night and enjoyed the eternal feast was him!
However, there was no need to be impatient.
After conquering the Hundred Blade City, the next target would be the Pure Gold City.
In the face of the ferocious jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards, there would always be a chance for them to sacrifice themselves.
This funeral was personally presided over by the Ancient Dream Saintess.
When the corpses of the warriors turned into sparks that filled the sky, she stood on the altar that was temporarily built and played the melodious and light tune Meng Chao had heard in his dream.
At that moment, the Ancient Dream Saintess looked just like how she looked in his dream. She was as ordinary and weak as she was in his dream. Aside from the two pupils in her eyes, there was nothing special about her. She did not have the elegance of the "Great Horned Rat God's spokesperson in the human world".
But Meng Chao could tell how powerful she was from the endless flute music that sounded like flowing water.
The large camp for wounded soldiers could accommodate nearly ten thousand wounded soldiers. Coughs, moans, and pained wails could be heard everywhere. It was even noisier than the coliseum that was filled to the brim.
The Ancient Dream Saintess used a small flute to spread her voice to the ears of even the wounded lying at the outermost perimeter of the camp. She also used the sound of the flute to simulate brain waves to perform some sort of interference on the brains of the wounded.
This interference lasted for an entire day until all the corpses of the warriors who had sacrificed themselves were burned to ashes. The belief that all the warriors had turned into heroic spirits and ascended to the peak of the Sacred Mountain was deeply imprinted in the brains of the survivors like a burning steel seal.
Even if Meng Chao's willpower was as strong as steel and he knew what was going on from the start.
Occasionally, he would see countless heroic spirits turning into balls of light and flying into the shining clouds.
There was no way normal rat people could resist this sort of temptation.
Once they recovered from their injuries and returned to the army, they would definitely be a hundred times braver and crazier in the next battle compared to the ambush in the past!
By the looks of it, it did not matter whether the Ancient Dream Saintess was truly the Rat God's spokesperson.
She was a bona fide psychic expert, an expert in psychic attacks.
Perhaps she was on par with the Demonic Abyss Eye and the Wisdom Tree, the Supernatural Entity Meng Chao met in Monster Mountain Range.
Of course, the information he could gather from such a long distance was just too vague.
No matter how much Meng Chao circulated his spirit energy, filled his eyes, and activated his superhuman vision, he could not see the Ancient Dream Saintess' facial features, which were covered by the rat skeleton mask.
He could not tell whether she treated the fearless rat people warriors as cannon fodder or chess pieces by reading her micro-expressions, or whether she truly believed that all the people who sacrificed themselves in this battle could fly to the Sacred Mountain and become a member of the ancestral spirits so that they could enjoy an eternal feast.
No matter what, the Ancient Dream Saintess was an accomplice of the ambitious person. She knew that the Great Horned Rat God did not exist, but she was willing to be his accomplice and help the ambitious person play tricks.
She was still an ignorant puppet who did not know that the ambitious person was planning and controlling everything from behind the scenes.
Understanding this was very important for Meng Chao's subsequent plans.
The chance to get close to the Ancient Dream Saintess soon appeared.
Ye was right. Every time a fierce battle came to an end, the Ancient Dream Saintess would host a funeral and offer sacrifices to the Rat God and the heroic spirits who sacrificed themselves. Then, the Ancient Dream Saintess would personally come to the side of each heavily injured person and represent the Great Horned Rat God to give them the most sacred blessing.
Meng Chao's brilliant performance in the ambush played a key role.
Aside from the heavily injured people who had just died, he was one of the most heavily injured people among the surviving warriors.
Therefore, he was also the first to receive the Ancient Dream Saintess' blessing.
It was only when he observed the Holy Lady's actions at a close distance that Meng Chao understood why Ye had said that everyone in the Great Horn Army treated the Holy Lady as the girl next door or even their own sister when she was under normal circumstances.
If he had not sensed her on the altar and released endless brainwaves through the mysterious flute sound, which interfered with the minds of thousands of injured people, Meng Chao would not have sensed her at all.
Meng Chao could not sense even the slightest trace of a strong person's presence on her body.
And when she was fully focused on checking the wounds of the injured soldiers, even ignoring the filth and stench to personally change the dressing for the injured soldiers, the natural heartache and concern on her face were not fake. Deep in her sparkling eyes, they were connected by blood and could empathize with each other.
Meng Chao guessed that if the Saintess had not been controlled remotely and was kept in the dark.
In that case, her acting skills had already reached the acme of perfection. It was a miraculous and unbelievable level.
Soon, the Ancient Dream Saintess arrived in front of Meng Chao's sickbed.
Meng Chao took a deep breath in his heart and sat up straight, pretending to be extremely excited and fanatical because of the arrival of the Ancient Dream Saintess.
The Ancient Dream Saintess turned pale with fright and quickly held him to prevent his wounds from cracking and suffering a second injury.
However, when she untied the bandages and was about to change Meng Chao's dressing, the Ancient Dream Saintess was shocked to find that this warrior, who should have been severely burned and had rotting flesh, was covered in large areas of scabs. Some of the scabs had even cracked, and pink skin had already grown under them.
Such a strong self-healing ability, coupled with Meng Chao's shocking performance when he fought against the Wolf Tribe's military officer with the giant steel shield and fought against the magma, finally made the Ancient Dream Saintess interested in him.
"I know you. You helped the 'flag-snatcher' snatch the battle flag from the tower of Hundred Blade City. You joined the ambush without stopping the moment you joined the White Bone Camp. You carried the giant steel shield and opened a path forward in the raging flames!"
The Ancient Dream Saintess smiled. "I remember that your name is … 'Tree Root', right?"
In Turanze, where Mandala Trees grew everywhere, "Tree Root" and "Leaf" were the same. They were common, common, and uncreative names.
In the entire Big Horn Army, there were at least thousands of "Tree Roots" and "Leaf".
Meng Chao had randomly chosen this fake name, so he was naturally not afraid of being exposed.
When he heard that the Ancient Dream Saintess knew the name of a nobody like him, he widened his eyes and was moved to tears.
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