Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Meng Chao's heart skipped a beat.

It sounds like this "Saint of Ancient Dreams" is quite like the spiritual leader of the Great Horn Legion.

However, he did not find this name in the memory fragments of his previous life.

It seems that he died on the battlefield when the "Big Horn Rebellion" was brutally suppressed.

If so, this "incarnation of the Horned Rat God in Turanze" might be the key to changing the future.

In the bottom of his heart, Meng Chao put a lot of effort into the name "Saint of Ancient Dreams".

Many rat people were very excited, and asked a lot about the ancient dream saint and other psychics with round bone sticks.

The round bone stick is just an ordinary soldier, and he doesn't know much about the news of the psychic and even the saint.

Bite the bullet and talk about it for a while, but it scares the rat people who don't know much.

Just keep cheering like this, and after walking for tens of miles, not a single mouseman was left behind, which is not a big or small miracle, and it made everyone's belief in the horned mouse god more and more firm.

Not only that, but along the way they gathered a lot of stragglers.

At this moment, in the wilderness from Blackhorn City to the border of the Bloodhoof Clan territory, there are hundreds of Centuries fleeing desperately.

In order to allow more people to survive, it is impossible to take care of everything and take care of everyone.

Those left behind who are weak or seriously injured can only rest where they are, and wait for the team behind to catch up and give them another hand.

The centurion that Meng Chao and Ice Storm belonged to was at the end of the entire army.

Old Xiongpi was good at identifying the clues left by people and animals when they passed by. He almost followed the footprints of the centurion ahead, and naturally bumped into these stragglers.

After a period of rest, some stragglers regained a little strength and were able to keep up with their steps.

There are also some stragglers whose injuries are too serious, or their physical strength is exhausted, their legs are cramped, their flesh and blood are all entangled, and they can't walk at all.

They could only stay on the side of the road, waiting for the centurion to gather up.

Or, wait for the bloodhoof clan's pursuers.

Judging from the gloomy eyes, even they themselves are very clear that what awaits them will be an extremely cruel ending.

However, as the unarmed and bullied Rat People, being able to charge all the way out of Blackhorn City and flee here is the ultimate.

Neither Meng Chao nor Yuan Gu Bang could save every mouseman in front of them—perhaps, they couldn't even save themselves.

Their only benevolence is to allocate some food and secret medicine, so that the laggards who are really unable to walk can have enough food and drink.

For these stragglers, a few sharp enough swords were replaced.

As for how to use these swords, it is up to the stragglers to decide whether to kill themselves neatly, or to fight vigorously to the death.

After leaving behind these stragglers, the atmosphere of the centurions who continued on the road became a little dull.

Fortunately, when the sky gradually dimmed, they arrived at the first camp ahead in time.

The big-horned officer really didn't lie.

In order to meet the rat people who escaped from Blackhorn City, the Big Horn Legion deployed nearly ten camps on the way to escape.

Although for the sake of concealment, each camp looks inconspicuous like a small dirt bag from a distance.

But when I got closer, I found that the trenches were criss-crossed, and the horses, bunkers, pits and underground fortifications were all available. In the camp built on the basis of natural underground caves, a warm bonfire was lit, full of fragrant mandala. The fruit of Datura, and the soft ones woven with the most delicate branches and leaves of Datura, can make the exhausted fugitives have a good night's sleep.

Under the support of the new batch of soldiers from the Great Horn Legion and the witch doctor, all the fugitives enjoyed the wonderful taste of soaking their feet in warm water, carefully picking out the blood bubbles, and then massaging their legs.

The fugitives, who were completely relaxed, groaned in comfort.

Many people fell on the bed without even washing their feet, snoring loudly.

Naturally, Meng Chao and Ice Storm were not among them.

The two looked curiously at the layout of the camp, as well as every soldier of the Bighorn Legion around them.

There was a strange feeling that the way the Bighorn Army set up camp seemed to be more meticulous and professional than that of the Bloodhoof Army.

And their soldiers, although not like the bloodhoof warriors, were filled with the power of the totem, each with a hulking back, a ferocious face, and a murderous look.

But orders are prohibited, they are well-trained, and they look like a regular army.

"Could it be that the commander of the Horned Legion and the 'Saint of the Ancient Dream' really got the inspiration from the Horned Rat God, so that they could learn the ancient Turanian's marching and fighting skills in their sleep?"

Even if Meng Chao never believed in the existence of the horned mouse god.

Still can't help but have such absurd thoughts, "Otherwise, how can we explain that a rebel army from the grassroots, which should be chaotic and disorderly, is closer to the appearance of a regular army in the modern sense than an iron-blooded army composed of clan warriors?"

This question cannot be answered here.

Fortunately, as long as you follow the fugitives along the way, you can always find the big troops of the Big Horn Legion, and you will see the "Ancient Dream Saint" who was said to be miraculous by the round bone stick, and can invite the big horned mouse god to the upper body at every turn.

After a series of planning and fierce battles, Meng Chao and Ice Storm were also exhausted, every cell was overdrawn to the point of almost drying up.

The two agreed to guard each other. When one of them enters a deep sleep state, the other will maintain a light sleep and pay attention to the changes around him at any time.

In this way, after sleeping in a daze until the middle of the night, several hundred teams rushed to this camp one after another.

The snoring sounded like a tide all around, and the rat people lay down in a mess.

Even the stove that boiled the mandala all day long was much dimmer than it was during the day.

It was Meng Chao's turn to be alert.

He is in a light sleep state.

Although more than 70% of the brain space is asleep.

The five senses have always maintained about 90% of their usual sharpness.

Don't let go of the wind and grass within hundreds of meters around.

Suddenly, Meng Chao felt that the world in front of him was distorted.

A blurry scroll unfolded within his field of vision.

In the incomparably vast world, there is an endless wilderness.

On the wilderness, there is a phalanx consisting of millions of people, a magnificent, strict law, and a murderous army.

Millions of warriors are like hundreds of statues cast in copper and iron. The swords, axes and hammers in their hands reflect the dazzling sunlight, stirring up an invincible edge.

And in the center of each phalanx, there is a flagpole dozens of arms high, and at the top of the flagpole is a big-horned battle flag that blocks the sky and the sun.

On the battle flag, the rat skull dripping with blood and lingering in flames showed an angry face as if it were a living thing in the strong wind.

The fluttering of the battle flag was like a mouse skull screaming at the top of its lungs.

And on the hundreds of battle flags fluttering in the wind, a giant with a height of more than a hundred arms and wearing a golden totem armor is stepping on the void and descending to Turan step by step. On the vast land of Ze.

He wears a golden mouse skull mask on his face.

Dozens of extremely sharp horns protruded from its head.

The six arms, which are thicker than the elephant warrior's thighs, respectively hold a sharp sword, a heavy hammer, a mace full of fangs, a giant ax wider than a door panel, and an iron whip like a python. And a long spear that seemed to be condensed by lightning, enough to poke a hole in the sky.

The strong killing intent turned into a rolling wave, pushing away the red clouds all over the sky, forming layer upon layer of clouds, mountains and seas of clouds, further highlighting his supreme power to destroy the world.

Under his gaze, the million-strong army below, which seemed to be made of copper and iron, let out a uniform, heart-piercing, and earth-shattering roar.

"The Horned Rat God!"

"The Horned Rat God!"

"The Horned Rat God!"

Meng Chao woke up completely.

However, in the weird dream, the image of the horned mouse god descending from the sky and being invincible was still deeply imprinted on his cerebral cortex.

This is no ordinary "thinking by day, dreaming at night".

Meng Chao instantly became alert.

As an expert in mental attack and defense, he has encountered countless treacherous and unpredictable mental attacks as early as in the monster mountain range.

Such as the super-large illusion "Taoyuan Town", even many Dragon City masters, including him and Lu Siya, can be sucked into it, unable to extricate themselves.

Naturally, he instantly understood the small tricks in front of him.

"Someone used a psychic attack, trying to plant a piece of information deep in my brain?

"No, it's not targeting me specifically, but a large-scale group attack..."

Meng Chao noticed that among the rat people who were snoring loudly all around, many people's eyeballs were moving rapidly under their tightly closed eyelids.

He was still chanting words, repeatedly chanting the name of "Big Horned Rat God".

This is not normal.

Generally speaking, if you are exhausted and fall into a sound sleep, you tend to sleep very deeply, and you are less likely to dream, let alone talk in your sleep.

The high-speed eyeball rotation is clearly a sign that some areas of the brain are still highly active, stimulating the brain nerves, and falling into a dream.

It's fine for one or two, all rat people are like this, it can't help but make Meng Chao frown deeply.

He closed his eyes again.

Calmly release brainwaves, forming circles of faint ripples, spreading around, looking for the source of the psychic attack.

Soon, through the feedback of brain waves, he found another abnormally active brain.

But it was a witch doctor in the camp.

During the day, I also help you treat injuries, and teach you how to massage the muscles of your legs and the acupuncture points on the soles of your feet.

Very popular with the trust and welcome of the fugitives.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the center of the camp, pretending to be in a deep sleep, but his eyeballs were spinning rapidly at an ultra-high frequency, and he was chanting the name of "The Horned Rat God" repeatedly.

Scanned by Meng Chao's psychic energy, his brain was like a lighthouse, projecting a strange light in all directions.