Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

In the worship of countless warriors.

These seriously injured warriors who lost the meaning of treatment all turned into shining heroes and flew to the top of the holy mountain, the shining temple.

The dream ended with their hearty laughter.

When Meng Chao woke up and returned to the real world, he found dozens of huge firewood piles around the wounded barracks.

The priests of the Great Horn Legion are applying grease and fuel to the pile of firewood.

Several firewood piles have been lit, and raging flames soar into the sky, rising to a height of nearly a hundred arms, like shining lighthouses.

I don't know what kind of combustion accelerant the priests added to the pile of firewood. When it burned, it made a "crackling" sound, and spewed out colorful flames from time to time, condensing into the shape of a fierce beast with teeth and claws in midair. image.

And when Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and looked carefully into the middle of the firewood pile.

He found that the pile of firewood in the shape of a "well" was filled with strangely shaped corpses.

Among the seriously wounded, all of them died last night.

Perhaps it was the ancient dream saint who fulfilled their last wish in the dream, letting them know that their destination is not a dark abyss, but an eternal battlefield and feast.

They were finally able to leave this world full of pain and chaos contentedly, and flew to the embrace of the Horned Rat God.

Follow the funeral rites of the High Orcs.

For a warrior who died in a fierce battle, the more wounds on the body, the more horrible it looks, and the more it represents bravery and glory.

If death wasn't brutal enough.

It is often necessary to invite the respected elders in the clan, or the fierce and powerful men, to destroy the corpse again.

Among the seriously wounded, the corpses of the severely wounded were originally torn apart like rag dolls that had been crushed by steel chariots, so there was no need to waste this procedure.

The flames gradually consumed their bodies.

And their souls are destined to ascend to the holy mountain, stay with all the most powerful warriors in Turanze throughout the ages, and, under the command of the horned rat god, continue to shelter all the rat people who are fighting for freedom and dignity .

Because most of the people in the wounded battalion had the same dream as Meng Chao, and "saw" the scene of some of the seriously wounded turning into light and flying up to the holy mountain.

Therefore, this grand and solemn funeral did not bring any sadness.

On the contrary, all the wounded soldiers who survived were extremely excited.

Everyone was discussing the unbelievable dreams with each other, and they were a little annoyed—if they were more ferocious and brave in the fierce battle, when they rushed towards the wolf elite, the impact force could be stronger, so that the enemy's swords and minions, Pierce directly into one's own heart.

Then, the one who flew up to the holy mountain last night and enjoyed the eternal feast was himself!

However, there is no need to worry.

After capturing the Hundred Blades City, the next target is Chijin City.

In the face of vicious wolves, tigers and leopards, they always have a chance to die heroically.

The funeral was presided over by the ancient dream saint herself.

When the corpses of the warriors turned into brilliance, she had been playing the melodious and light tune that Meng Chao had heard in the dream on the temporary altar.

Don't look at the ancient dream saint at this moment, just like her in the dream, she is not amazing and weak, except for the pair of eyes with two pupils, there is nothing special about it, and there is no "big horned mouse" God’s spokesperson in the world” demeanor.

But Meng Chao could hear her strength from her continuous flute sound like flowing water.

The wounded barracks were huge enough to accommodate nearly ten thousand wounded soldiers, coughing, moaning and painful wailing were everywhere, noisier than the packed arena.

However, with a small clarinet, the ancient dream saint spread her voice to the ears of the wounded lying on the outermost periphery, and used the brain waves simulated by the sound of the flute to interfere with the brains of the wounded.

And this kind of interference lasted for a whole day, until the corpses of all the warriors who died heroically were burned, and the belief that "all the warriors turned into heroic spirits and soared to the top of the holy mountain" was like a red-hot steel seal, deeply rooted in the soul. Printed on the cerebral cortex of the survivors.

Rao Meng Chao's will was as hard as iron, and he knew what was going on from the very beginning.

The image of countless heroic spirits turning into balls of light and flying up to the shining clouds still appeared from time to time.

How can ordinary rat people resist such a temptation?

When they return from injury, in the next battle, they will definitely behave a hundred times more brave and crazy than the previous ambush!

From this point of view, no matter whether the ancient dream saint is really "the spokesperson of the rat god".

She is a genuine psychic expert, a master who is good at spiritual attacks.

Perhaps, it was comparable to the demon gods "Abyss Demon Eye" and "Wisdom Tree" that Meng Chao encountered in the Monster Mountain Range.

Of course, with such long-distance observation, the information that can be collected is too vague.

No matter how much Meng Chao mobilized his psychic energy, filled his eyes, and activated his extraordinary vision, he still couldn't see clearly the facial features of the ancient dream maiden covered by the skull mouse mask.

It is even more impossible to judge by reading her micro-expressions whether she regards so many brave rat warriors as cannon fodder and pawns, or whether she believes from the bottom of her heart that all those who died heroically in this war, They can all fly to the holy mountain, become a member of the ancestral spirit, and enjoy the eternal feast.

After all, the saint of ancient dreams is the accomplice of the ambitious family. Knowing that the horned mouse god does not exist, she is willing to work as a minion and help the ambitious family pretend to be a ghost.

Still an ignorant puppet, who has no idea that careerists are planning and manipulating everything behind the scenes.

Understanding this is crucial to Meng Chao's follow-up plan.

The opportunity to get in touch with the ancient dream saint at close range will appear soon.

What Ye Zi said is right, every time the fierce battle ends, after presiding over the funeral and offering sacrifices to the Rat God and the heroic spirits who died heroically, the Ancient Dream Saintess will personally come to each seriously wounded person, representing the Great Horned Rat God, to give them blessings. With most holy blessings.

Meng Chao's wonderful performance in the ambush played a key role.

Except for the seriously wounded among the seriously injured who just died, he is considered to be the most seriously injured among the surviving warriors.

Therefore, they were among the first to receive the blessing of the ancient dream saint.

Meng Chao didn't know why Ye Zi said that everyone in the Great Horn Legion treated the ancient dream saint in normal state as the girl next door or even her own sister until she observed the saint's every move at close range.

If it wasn't for the fact that she had just sensed that she was on the altar, a steady stream of brain waves were released through the mysterious sound of the flute, interfering with the brains of thousands of wounded.

Meng Chao couldn't feel it at all, she had even the slightest aura of a strong person on her body.

And when she was concentrating on examining the wounds of the wounded soldiers, even disregarding the dirty smell, when she changed the dressings of the wounded soldiers herself, she showed that kind of natural distress and concern, and there was no trace of falsehood. , full of emotions connected by blood and empathy.

Meng Chao guessed that if the saint hadn't been remotely manipulated and kept in the dark.

Then her acting skills have already reached a level of perfection, miraculous, and unbelievable.

Soon, the ancient dream saint came to Meng Chao's sick bed.

Meng Chao took a deep breath in his heart, sat up straight, and pretended to be extremely fanatical and excited because of the arrival of the ancient dream saint.

The ancient dream saint turned pale with fright, and hurriedly supported him to prevent the wound from chapping and suffering a second injury.

However, when she was about to undo the bandage and prepare to change Meng Chao's dressing, the Holy Maiden of Ancient Dream was surprised to find that the warrior who was supposed to be severely burned, with scorched skin and rotten flesh, was covered with a large area of ​​scabs. In many places, the scabs were even broken, and tender skin had grown underneath.

Such a powerful body self-healing ability, coupled with Meng Chao's astonishing performance of shaking the magma with his giant steel shield on his shoulders when he was fighting against the wolf officer that day, finally made the ancient dream saint a little bit interested in him.

"I know you, the warrior who helped the 'Flag Capturer' capture the battle flag on the tower under the Hundred Blades City, joined the Bone Battalion and participated in ambushes non-stop, and carried a huge steel shield to open the way forward in the raging flames! "

The ancient dream saint smiled, "I remember, your name is...'Tree Root', right?"

In Turanze, where datura trees grow everywhere, "roots" and "leaves" are common, commonplace and uncreative names that can be seen everywhere.

There are at least thousands of "roots" and "leaves" in the entire Bighorn Legion.

Meng Chao took this pseudonym casually, so he was naturally not afraid of being exposed.

At this moment, when she heard that the ancient dream saint knew the name of such an unknown person as herself, her eyes widened and she burst into tears of emotion.