Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Meng Chao believed that the answer must lie in the ancient dream saint.

However, before meeting the ancient dream saintess, he had to go through the wounded barracks first.

In order to win this ambush, the Bone Battalion paid a very heavy price.

Almost all the warriors of the Bone Camp were scarred, and many lost one or even two limbs.

With the strong vitality of the high-level orcs, coupled with the fanatical rat people using the secret medicine to overdraw the life potential of the next few decades, even if the skin is bruised and the bones are exposed, all you need is to apply the secret medicine, simply bandage, and the priest's blessing , can become alive and kicking again.

It is conceivable how badly the warriors who were sent to the wounded barracks for recuperation must have suffered.

But Meng Chao must enter the wounded barracks.

Because Ye Zi told him that the Saintess of Ancient Dreams attaches great importance to the warriors who never retreat. Not only will they give the wounded barracks the best resources, but after each battle, they will go to the wounded barracks to visit the seriously injured warriors in person, and even talk to every seriously injured warrior. Talk cordially to show respect.

For Meng Chao, it was not too difficult to aggravate his injury.

It is nothing more than controlling breathing, heartbeat and pulse, and deliberately secreting large amounts of body fluids to fake signs of severe burns, organ failure and severe dehydration.

The difficulty is whether those high-level priests with blazing eyes will scan and analyze his body deeply.

If they invaded Meng Chao's body with psychic energy for treatment, they carefully sensed his internal organs.

You will definitely find that his cell activity is so strong that it cannot be increased, he is simply a totem beast in human skin.

Fortunately, after this battle, there were too many seriously injured.

Many warriors who had taken the secret medicine and fell into madness simply jumped into the bloody maw of the wolf elite, trying to use their hard and sharp bones to pierce the enemy's throat.

Even if such a brave warrior could survive, the severity of his injuries would be unimaginable.

Facing tens of thousands of seriously injured warriors, the witch doctors and priests of the Great Horn Legion were also too busy to perform bone marrow examination and treatment on each of the seriously wounded for the time being.

Burn patients like Meng Chao can only smear the whole body with burn ointment first, and then wrap it with a bandage soaked in the secret medicine and exuding a strange fragrance to ensure that bacteria—according to the high orcs, evil forces will not invade inside him.

Then, he was sent to the wounded barracks to recuperate.

This fell into Meng Chao's hands.

The Bighorn Legion cut down the jungle and built a large-scale wounded camp not far from the ambush battlefield.

It supplies the high-energy food and powerful secret medicine that they just seized from the wolf reinforcements and were originally going to be sent to Baiblade City.

It's a pity that with Meng Chao's status as "severely burned", he couldn't "return to life" all at once and gobbled it up.

He could only close his eyes and doze off for a long time, pretending to be drowsy.

At the same time, he secretly operated the spiritual magnetic force field to stimulate his brain, expand the five senses to the limit, and not let go of every subtle ripple of spiritual energy around him.

After being "asleep" for three days, he finally waited for the ancient dream saint.

It was a new dawn.

Under the smearing of the secret medicine with the effect of calming the nerves and helping the sleep, all the seriously wounded fell into a coma.

Even though several limbs were missing, the severely wounded, who were crying ghosts and howling with pain during the day, only frowned and moaned at this moment.

But their brains were rippling at the same time.

Meng Chao immediately discovered that brain waves with very strange frequencies were spreading in the wounded barracks.

Just like a pond where heavy rain hits, at the beginning, it was just a few raindrops that touched the water in the pond, releasing a circle of faint ripples.

Soon, the ripples continued to spread, the ripples collided wildly, and the raindrops became more and more dense, causing the entire pond to boil.

Including Meng Chao, all the seriously injured had the same dream in the resonance of their brain waves.

In a trance dream, all of them were sitting cross-legged under a majestic and towering mountain.

Although they are still scarred, mutilated and even gutted.

However, the blood and body fluids secreted from the wound had a pale golden texture, like some kind of molten metal, with faint glints.

This made their incomplete images a bit like martyrs, making them look so solemn and sacred.

Among the thousands of seriously injured.

The double-eyed girl who once appeared in Meng Chao's dream, played the clarinet, drove a swarm of skeleton rats, and drowned the glorious city, floated high in the air.

She was still smiling and playing the clarinet.

It's just that this time the sound of the flute is no longer weird and shrill, but indescribably pleasing to the ear, making people forget all anger, hatred, troubles and pains as soon as they hear it, creating a feeling of letting go of everything and eternal tranquility.

Accompanied by the melodious flute sound.

Strands of golden light flowed from the clarinet.

It looked like a golden ribbon, rippling round and round, gently wrapping around the seriously wounded people sitting around the innermost layer, that is, the girl with double pupils.

Meng Chao did not fall into an inextricable deep sleep like other seriously wounded.

Even in the dream, he still maintains a fairly clear perception and the ability to control his own will.

In other words, it was a "lucid dream" for him.

He could clearly see that those who were entwined with golden threads of light were the seriously wounded among the seriously wounded, those who were almost hopeless.

These seriously wounded were either half of their heads smashed flat by the elite mace of the wolf tribe through the helmet. Not only was the skull shattered, it was deeply sunken, and even the eyeballs were squeezed out of the eye sockets.

Either half of the body was chopped off by the giant blade, or even half of the head was cut off, and the viscera and even the brain were exposed to the air.

Either it was a really bad burn, and there wasn't even half a piece of intact skin all over the body.

Or maybe there is no big wound on the surface, but because of the stimulation of the secret medicine, the internal organs release too high a temperature and are steamed alive.

If it is the people of the earth who have suffered such serious injuries.

I'm afraid he will die on the spot.

Rao, with the tyrannical vitality of high-level orcs, coupled with the meticulous treatment of witch doctors and priests, they can barely hold back Death's footsteps for a few more days, and at the same time, bring them more unnecessary pain.

At this moment, there was no expression of pain on the faces of these seriously wounded who were on the verge of death.

Many people have been in a coma for several days and woke up in their dreams.

As the girl with double pupils "blows" more and more shining threads into their bodies.

Their incomplete and appalling bodies also seemed to be assimilated by golden light, and gradually became crystal clear and golden.

It was as if they gradually got rid of the mass of flesh and blood and the shackles of gravity, and turned into something purely condensed of energy, like hundreds of golden balloons, swaying Fly into the air.

They flew higher and higher, and gradually reached the halfway up of the majestic and towering mountain, that is, under the clouds.

Those seriously wounded who were not able to be entangled by the golden light thread, but just ascended, looked at these people with half confusion and half envy.

Suddenly, the crowd below became commotion.

Because a gust of wind blew away the clouds covering halfway up the mountain, revealing the scene on the top of the mountain.

I saw that on the top of this magnificent mountain, it was a majestic and resplendent palace.

Around the palace, there are hundreds of statues of warriors with helmets and armor.

Each statue is at least hundreds of arms high, like a living ancestor, waving invincible weapons and releasing thunderous roars.

However, compared with the sound of swords clashing and the roar of raging waves bursting the sky, the sounds made by these statues are nothing.

In a trance, hallucinations appeared in front of the eyes of all the seriously injured.

They seem to see that in the palace on the top of the mountain, all the Turanian warriors from ancient times to the present are gathered together, drinking happily, gobbling voraciously, and after drinking and eating, they laugh and jump onto the arena, and sacrificed in different eras, but equally brave Warriors, have a hearty duel.

Even if they were beaten to pieces in the duel, and even their heads and viscera were smashed into meat paste, it didn't matter, they would be able to come back to life in a short time amidst the chorus of the warriors, and continue the next round of drinking and fierce fighting. And so it goes on and on, endlessly.

All the seriously wounded felt that their minds were being overwhelmed by a scalding wave.

Their brains went blank, leaving only extreme shock and emotion.

"This is... the holy mountain!"

"It's the legendary holy mountain!"

"The holy mountain really exists. The most heroic victims among us, led by the horned mouse god, ascended to the top of the holy mountain to enjoy the eternal feast and fierce battle!"