Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The master said that the so-called "Big Horn Legion" is simply a gang of mobs, and they are not worthy of letting wolf warriors take action in person.

Let us "good rat people" eliminate those "bad rat people", it is evenly matched, waste utilization.

It just so happens that we can also prove our loyalty to the master and the ancestors in this way.

The master said, as long as I can prove my ability and loyalty, I don't need to be a tomb robber anymore, and I can get rid of the name "corpse dog" and become a real warrior, qualified to participate in the battle of glory.

In this way, I was assigned a tattered bone knife and a shield made of a large turtle shell, and together with other grave robbers, I went to the battlefield in a daze.

For me, killing "bad rat people" is not a psychological burden.

After all, "rat people" is just a general term. Everyone has different blood vessels flowing in their bodies, and they also have strange and different appearances. It is really difficult to feel "one of us".

Even if you are really one of your own, I believe that, no matter for "good rat people" or "bad rat people", death is a kind of happiness, and life is endless pain.

I sharpened and sharpened my bone knife.

Make sure that the blade is sharp enough to cut the throats of the "bad rat people" on the opposite side, so that these strangers can be relieved without pain in the shortest possible time.

And I look forward to meeting an opponent who is as fastidious as I am, and will cut me cleanly at the throat, so that I will die early.

Unfortunately, the master was right.

This so-called "Big Horn Legion" of the Rat People's rebel army is indeed a vulnerable mob.

Relying on the hastily armed tomb robbers, together with a few slave soldiers and servant troops, led by a few powerful wolf clansmen, we defeated the main force of the Big Horn Legion without any suspense.

The team I was in even attacked the lair of the Big Horn Legion like chopping melons and cutting vegetables all the way.

There, I met a woman whom the Rat People rebels dubbed "The Holy Maiden".

No, she is too young, many years younger than me.

Rather than being a woman, it is better to say that she is still a little girl.

Although her appearance is not good, this mysterious girl possesses an extremely special ability.

Able to connect the spirits of everyone around you through your own dreams.

This ability, on the one hand, enables her to empathize with the pain, fear and despair of thousands of rat people, and possesses a depth and maturity far beyond her appearance.

On the other hand, the great pain stimulated her immature heart, which exceeded the limit she could bear, and made her completely seal her soul, at the age of seven or eight, or even at the age of three or five, she was still innocent, It is unnecessary and impossible to understand the age of this cruel world, enclosed in the innocent and extremely beautiful dreams created by her one by one.

How could such a little girl who penetrated the darkness of the world but chose to escape in a dream become a qualified and real "saint"?

I didn't kill her.

But when I found her, she was already dying.

Although have innate talent.

But this "Holy Maiden" does not have the ability to use totems to control talents like my master.

There is not enough golden mandala fruit and witch doctor's secret medicine to fill his hungry brain and body after stimulating his talents.

And when she was stubbornly resisting, she ignored the pain of her brain about to burn and burst, crazily overdrawing her talent again and again, trying to drag us all into her dream.

As a result, she suffered from the backlash of her talent.

About to die in front of me.

Before she died, she still poured her dreams into my mind continuously.

It is a nightmare condensed from the pain and despair experienced by the thousands of bad rat people who joined the Big Horn Legion.

There are also beautiful dreams woven by the saint to help everyone escape from pain.

I don't know what she's up to.

Did you see that I am also a Rat People, and want to persuade me to betray my master, stand on the side of the Rat People rebels, and inherit the banner of the Big Horn Legion?

Or, do you simply want me to carry so many emotions and memories of the Rat People rebels, as if carrying their souls, and continue to live?

It's ridiculous.

I'm like a bunch of insignificant, involuntary rat hairs swept up by the wind.

To be or not to be, when will it be my turn to decide?

Under the circumstances, the only thing I could do was hug the saint's body and close her eyes.

The Big Horn Legion was destroyed.

And my master kept his promise.

I finally got rid of the identity of the grave robber.

He was incorporated into a slave soldier team and even became a small captain.

It is even very rare for the master, who is condescending, to whip me with his own hands, encouraging me to fight bravely without fear of death, wash away the humble blood, defend the glory of the ancestors, and live up to the master's appreciation.

I was so drawn that I grinned.

I was very happy in my heart.

Not because of the encouragement of the master.

It's because I'm about to charge into battle as a slave soldier, facing the defense line composed of dwarf artillery, elf poison arrows and magicians.

Now, I can always die, right?

With this purpose in mind, I trained harder than any other rat minion soldier.

While adding countless scars to his body, he also mastered more and more killing techniques.

I will do my best to fulfill the master's order and win the master's favor and trust.

Just to be able to stand as far forward as possible when charging into battle, and die more happily.

However, in the dead of night, when I am obviously exhausted, I should go to sleep deeply.

But always have a lot of strange dreams.

It's the saintess of the Bighorn Legion, the dreams that poured into my mind.

That is, the common memory, emotion and will of those rat people rebels.

It's so strange, those Rat People rebels are obviously living a life of pain and hopelessness like me who was a tomb robber in the past.

But before their death, the most shining memory is not filled with the pain of the whole life.

But those insignificant, fleeting, beautiful and happy moments.

A wild flower growing by the road.

A particularly luscious datura fruit.

A rude joke.

A big hug.

When winter comes, a nest of warm weeds, a pile of bonfires that have not been extinguished, and a fragrant grilled fish.

It is these humble memories like dust.

Support the Ratmen rebels, live and fight until they die like a true warrior.

I can not understand.

However, it seemed that I was bewitched by the saint, and I also remembered that in my life, which was as dark as the eternal night, there were not no moments that shone like stars.

I remember I once had a friend.

He is a master at catching toothworms and bucket toothworms.

Whenever we curl up together in the depths of the ancient tomb, in the dark and damp mud, where the master can't see.

He would encourage me to go around and catch toothworms.

The toothworm he caught had two big raised teeth that were big and sharp. They could bite other people’s toothworms to death every time, and helped us win an unknown number of datura fruits.

Of course, the friend was long dead.

Falling into a trap, being poked to death, riddled with holes.

Just like any other friend.

But I will never forget that he once caught the majestic and domineering big toothworm like a chief.

And the smile that comes from his heart when he wields that big toothworm.

Seeing his smile, even, just thinking of his smile.

I also couldn't help laughing.

Suddenly, I didn't want to die so much.

Perhaps, the "Saint" really implanted something into my brain before she died.

Implanted with... the motivation and meaning of living.

Unfortunately, motivation and meaning alone are not enough.

The era of glory has come.

The murderous horn and the bloody battle cry resounded through every corner on both sides of the Turan River.

The five major clans, various vassal tribes, rat people servants and slave soldiers... all mobilized and turned Turanze into a large army camp.

The great chief of the Golden Clan, the strongest of the Lion Clan "The Horn of Destruction", defeated all the heroes in the five-clan battle, and naturally ascended to the throne of "War Chief" and became the supreme commander of Turan's army.

No force can stop the outbreak of war.

It seems that there is no power that can prevent me from dying meaninglessly under the light of the Holy Light as cannon fodder.

Just when I was about to admit my fate.

In the south of Turanze, the fog that had shrouded the Tusk Mountains for an entire era of prosperity suddenly disappeared.

From the depths of the Fangshan Mountains, a group of strange guys with black hair and black eyes, who call themselves "Earthlings", came out.

The Tusk Mountains soar into the sky, dozens of peaks are more than ten thousand arms high, and they are washed straight up and down by the turbulent water, smooth as a mirror, and there are also strong winds, heavy rains and thunders, lingering around the entire mountain range, wreaking havoc all day long, Even the strong falcons of the Leiden clan can hardly get past the peak of the fangs, and even the mandala tree that the Turan people rely on for survival cannot extend its roots all the way to the depths of the fangs mountain range.

What's more, the most fertile place in this world is always the Land of Holy Light north of Turanze.

The Temple of Holy Light stands in the center of the land and contains most of the resources. The closer you go to the mainland, the poorer the resources.

The land of Turanze was not as fertile as the Land of Holy Light.

Deeper in the Tusk Mountains further south, nature is more sinister and barren.

As for passing through the Tusk Mountains and heading south all the way, you will reach the rough sea, and there is no living space for Turan orcs.

Therefore, for nearly ten thousand years, the fangs, claws and swords of the orc warriors have always pointed to the fertile and prosperous north.

No fool would want to conquer the Tusk Mountains for nothing.

Even before the last prosperous era, the Tusk Mountain Range was suddenly shrouded in mist, and the squalls, rainstorms, and thunder surrounding the entire mountain range became more violent, turning into an insurmountable moat, and the careless Turan orcs did not take it seriously .

Who would have thought that a super city bigger than Chijin City would suddenly appear from behind Turanze?