Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Because Meng Chao had rescued them just now, and was similar in size to them, he didn't feel as strong a sense of oppression as the tauren or wild boar. The emotions of the four children were fairly stable.

However, Meng Chao found that the children hadn't finished the high-energy food he had given them just now, and each kept a small handful.

Even the words are not clear, even the youngest children are like this.

"We, we want to save some and give them fish bones to eat."

The child with the colorful conch pendant around his neck stammered, as if he was afraid that Meng Chao would take the cheese and candy back.

Meng Chao thought for a while, then simply took off a skin pouch from his waist, took out a large piece of high-energy food that was mixed with honey and condensed milk, and compressed into milk bricks, crushed it in the palm of his hand, and then used a few leaves to Subdivide the packages carefully and send them to several children.

This is one of the trophies looted from ten unlucky totem warriors just now.

The generosity of others is always a particularly pleasant thing.

All four children were dumbfounded.

They had never met someone who was so nice to them for no reason.

"My lord, you..."

The older child wearing the colorful conch pendant squeezed his chest several times, and the hard milk brick fragments wrapped in leaves were still there.

This encouraged him to observe Meng Chao secretly for a long time, and asked Meng Chao cautiously, "Are you the emissary sent by the rat god?"

"Rat God?"

Meng Chao's heart skipped a beat.

In the past life memory fragments, countless shining information torrents were tumbling wildly in his mind.

He raised his eyebrows high, and asked back, "You also know the horned rat god?"

As soon as the word "big-horned rat god" was uttered, the eyes of the four rat people's children lit up.

"Really, what a messenger of the Mouse God!"

"No wonder it will save us!"

"Uncle and the others are not lying, the messenger of the Mouse God has really come to save us!"

They hugged each other and wept with joy.

They circled around Meng Chao again and sang a strange song:

"Bravest horned rat!"

"The most powerful horned rat!"

"The most powerful horned rat!"

Meng Chao was dizzy.

He could only yell to stop with a wry smile.

"Listen, kids—"

Meng Chao rolled his eyes and said, "The Rat God will definitely save all the rat people, but it's not easy to save all of you from Black Point City. Tell me, in Black Point City, oh, let's talk about you, faith Are there many rat gods?"

The children did not suspect him, and nodded repeatedly: "Many, everyone believes that the horned rat god will definitely come to Turanze and save all the rat people!"

"That's it..."

Meng Chao was thoughtful, "Then where did you hear about the Great Horned Rat God?"

"It's what the adults said!"

The children said, "When we got into the deepest part of those dark, stinking pipes and were so smoky that we were about to vomit out our intestines, the adults would comfort us and endure it for a few more days." , the messenger of the Great Horned Rat God, will rescue us all.

"Sometimes, the grown-ups would get together and mutter about the Great Horned Rat God. We didn't quite understand it. We only know that the Great Horned Rat God is very powerful. Neither Turanze nor the Land of Light Humans are his opponents, and in this era of glory, the Great Horned Rat God will definitely come to the world, lead all the rat people, and seize the supreme glory, it must be, isn't it?"

The rat people's children looked at Meng Chao expectantly.

These words were a bit awkward, obviously not in their own language, but heard at a secret meeting of adult rat people, just parroting their tongues.

"Of course, the glory belongs to the Horned Rat, and the victory belongs to all the Rat People."

Meng Chao dispelled the last trace of guarding the children with a congratulatory speech often said by the believers of the Great Horned Rat God, and continued to ask, "Then, who is the adult who told you these truths?"

The children all shook their heads.

"we do not know."

They said, "Adults will only run into the deepest underground pipeline on the most tiring nights, and talk about the horned mouse god. When they talk, they all wear masks on their faces."

"I see, thank you for telling me these things."

Meng Chao smiled and nodded, encouraging the children to continue talking with his eyes.

He asked a few more questions around the edges.

The high-level orcs in the clan era didn't have a strong sense of secrecy.

The children who grew up in the village of rat people have not learned to hide their beliefs.

And the warriors of the clan during this period did not take the primitive beliefs popular among the rat people seriously.

Therefore, Meng Chao quickly confirmed that there were a large number of believers of the Rat God in this slum, and even in the entire city of Noire.

Moreover, as the Bloodhoof army gradually took shape, all the resources within a radius of hundreds of miles were scavenged. Countless old, weak, sick and disabled died silently around the burning homeland, and the clan warriors' oppression of the rat people reached its limit. .

The Ratmen, whose number is hundreds of times larger than the warriors, are like a spring that has been compressed to the limit, about to bounce back with the strongest force.

This point can be deduced from the mouths of the children and the increasingly frequent secret gatherings of the adults.

Meng Chao's original plan was to rescue the children of Cailuo Village.

Discovering that there is such a huge force in Blackhorn City, like a magma that is about to move, a volcano that is about to erupt, his mind changed, and he felt that it was necessary to fine-tune his and even the plan of the ice storm.

Instruct the four children to hide all the crumbs of high-energy food, and continue to hide here for a while, and wait for the adults to show up one after another and the order is slightly restored, and then go out to find their partners.

And promise to the children - I will definitely come back.

Meng Chao sank back into the darkness and left the slum without a sound.

He ran "The Walking Dead", reducing his breathing, heartbeat and body temperature to the limit.

Like a shadow as thin as a cicada's wings, sticking to the base of the wall, sneaking in the dark.

Carefully avoid the clan warriors who can be seen everywhere, controlled by dopamine and endorphins, caught in the killing vortex, fighting like a video game.

With sharp eyes like a scalpel, examine the majestic and majestic city in front of you.

When he just stepped out of the Bleeding Skull Arena and overlooked the whole view of Blackhorn City, Meng Chao felt incredible.

How can a barbaric civilization of clan warriors create such a multi-layered super city with a myriad of phenomena that can accommodate millions of people?

Wait until the most authentic face of Turan civilization is gradually outlined.

He also saw that the warriors of the clan smashed the outer shell of the black building in a reckless battle, exposing a large piece of ruined wall under the mottled and peeling outer wall.

Meng Chao realized that today's high-level orcs did not "build" this city.

They just "inherited" the city, and they continued to ruin the city like the prodigal sons who "sell the father and don't care about it".

The scale of Black Corner City thousands of years ago must have been ten times larger than it is today.

Meng Chao saw that those majestic palace-like buildings were nothing but ruins left over from the collapse of the high-rise buildings built by the Turan civilization thousands of years ago.

The reason why there is no trace of advanced civilization found on these ruined walls, such as reinforced concrete and glass curtain walls.

It is simply because the current high-level orcs excavated a large amount of silt rich in minerals and trace elements from both sides of the Turan River, transported it to Blackhorn City, and smeared it on the ruined walls.

After being exposed to the scorching sun, the fragmented ancient buildings were covered with a black shell.

At first glance, the black buildings look like rolling cubes and cubic peaks.

This feeling of "using the most primitive technology to build the most glorious city" can often make people who don't understand it feel emotional and even worship.

But after finding out that the current high-ranking orcs were only playing the roles of prodigal sons and paper makers, Meng Chao couldn't help feeling that it was both ridiculous and lamentable.

However, now is not the time to laugh at the high orcs.

As brothers and sisters who might fall into the abyss of destruction, the people of Longcheng have no qualifications to laugh at high-level orcs.

Meng Chao quickly peeled off the black silt shell, revealing the ancient ruins of the building and looked away.

Concentrate on searching for all the information related to the "big horned mouse god" in the memory fragments of the previous life.

Just like throughout the ages, no matter the earth or the foreign world, any ethnic group that is oppressed and desperate will imagine a savior.

In the Turan civilization, the Rat People, who have been oppressed by clan warriors for thousands of years, also have their own gods who can bring ultimate salvation.

Of course, the Turan civilization did not have the concept of gods, but strengthened ancestor worship to the extreme.

Therefore, the "big-horned rat god" worshiped by the rat people is not a real god, but is enshrined by all the rat people as their common ancestor.

According to legend, tens of thousands of years ago, in the war that caused all rat people to bear the name of "cowardice, lowliness, and shame".

When the entire front of the Ratmen in charge collapsed, and almost all the Ratmen fled.

There was only one Ratman warrior who was born with different phases and his head was covered with thick, long, curved, intertwined and extremely sharp horns. He went upstream and single-handedly resisted the torrent of enemies.

Naturally, the feat of this ratman warrior could not prevent the collapse of the entire front.

But it ignited a glimmer of hope for the rat people and even the rat people who were doomed to mourn for thousands of years.

Many rat people firmly believe that they will spend tens of thousands of years to atone for the cowardice of their ancestors.

And after the expiry of the tens of millions of years of atonement, the heroic spirit of the brave and fearless horned rat warrior of the past will reappear in the world, and lead all the rat people to gallop across Turanze and even the Land of Light to recapture their former glory. The glory lost for thousands of years was created in Gold, Bloodhoof, Thunderbolt, Dark Moon, and Shenmu, the sixth largest clan besides the five major clans—a clan exclusive to all rat people!