Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The Ancient Dream Saintess was as silent as a statue.

It seemed that Meng Chao's words were ignored.

But on the mirror-smooth mask on the face, there was a hair-thin crack accompanied by a light "click".

This shows that her subconscious mind began to waver.

I have faint doubts about everything I once believed in.

Meng Chao was greatly encouraged and pursued the victory: "Are you aware of the problem? Since I can sneak into the depths of your brain and secretly implant a false memory, why can't others?

"Even yourself, the saint of the ancient dream, don't you often spread your beliefs and instill your will to the soldiers of the Great Horn Legion through dreams? How can you be sure that what you see in your dreams? Is everything really a revelation from the Rat God, rather than indoctrination by people with ulterior motives?

"I know that it is a very painful and difficult thing to deny the belief that I have given up everything and fought for it, but, for the future of the Big Horn Legion, and for the tomorrow of all the Rat People, as the commander of the army and the spiritual leader, you, You must shoulder the most difficult responsibility, to doubt, to think, to make the right judgment!"

The cracks on the mask of the ancient dream saint became more and more obvious.

Gradually bifurcations appear and become fine cobwebs.

Deep in the crack, the extremely painful emotion seemed to turn into a thick black mist, gushing out from the "spider web".

"Yes, I really don't have any evidence to prove my guess. Then, we might as well use common sense to sort out the situation in front of us!"

Meng Chao raised his voice and continued to shout, "You will gather the most elite forces of the Big Horn Legion, and all the rat people's all hopes for freedom and dignity, in the hinterland of the Golden Clan, under the impregnable Hundred Blades City!

"Such a strategy not only puts the Bighorn Legion in a predicament of running out of ammunition and food; it also deprives the Ratmen warriors of the most precious room for movement; moreover, it is completely desperate to not leave any chance for strategic changes or breakout. Outlaw mentality.

"You seem to be pinning the future and destiny of all the rat people on the point of 'conquering the city of Hundred Blades'.

"Looking back at the Great Horn Legion's astounding rise from the explosion in Blackhorn City, and its rapid progress all the way here, I can't help but ask, isn't there a more secure strategic choice?

"For example, the Big Horn Legion can completely march towards the junction of the major clans, where there are two or even three no-regrets, and take advantage of the internal conflicts of the five major clans to gain both sides, at least to gain room and opportunity to breathe.

"For another example, the Big Horn Legion can be broken up into pieces and march into the deep mountains and old forests that the clan warriors look down on.

"Although the mandala trees all over the mountains and plains are now in bloom, it is impossible to provide more mandala fruits for the high-level orcs, but the appetite of the rat people is much smaller than that of those jackals, tigers, leopards and wild boars. If you are willing to work intensively, endure hardships and stand hard work, and then tighten your belt, you may not be able to persist for a longer time until the full-scale war between Turanze and the Land of Light.

"At that time, if we take advantage of our numerical advantages and negotiate with the five major clans, we may not be able to win a larger living space for the 'sixth clan'!

"Yes, this kind of strategic choice certainly doesn't look as bright and refreshing as 'gather a million people to fight against the most powerful golden clan in Turanze', but after all, it is pursuing a momentary refreshing, only to destroy vigorously; Or temporarily lurk minions, operate and endure silently, and strive for long-term survival and freedom. For a real commander, is there any doubt?

"Even if we really want to focus on the White Blade City, I remember that the strategy of the Big Horn Legion at the beginning was to 'siege the city and fight for reinforcements', the purpose of which was to eliminate the vital forces of the reinforcements, but for some reason, it has now become 'complete all its achievements in one battle' , at the cost of blood to attack Baijian City?

"Saint of Ancient Dreams, based on your achievements in local battlefields, I don't think you are a hot-headed martial artist. So, what are the factors that prompted you to make a series of stupid, obviously will The choice of the Bighorn Legion to bring a dead end?

"Haven't you ever thought that the Great Horn Legion would never be able to conquer the Hundred Blades City? Even if they crippled the elite troops and barely razed the Hundred Blades City to the ground, as long as the defenders burn down all the granaries in the city at the last moment, even these granaries Is it possible that it was empty from the start?"

Meng Chao's questioning was like an invisible sharp knife, piercing through the cracks in the mask of the ancient dream saint.

She, who was as tall as a statue of a god and demon, took a few steps back in the dream, covering her face and twitching.

"It's the Horned Rat God."

Meng Chao's voice suddenly became extremely calm, "The only explanation is that you got the prophecy of the Horned Rat God in the dream, and the Great Horned Rat God told you that the Hundred Blades City was destined to be breached by the Great Horned Legion, and that there were enough horned rats stored in the city. All the rations and weapons needed by the Legion to implement the next stage of strategy, as long as the Rat Warriors can take down this historic city of Turanze in one go, they can completely change the entire strategic situation, and even catalyze the infighting between the lions and tigers , Thus, to win the final victory for all rat people.

"Although it sounds ridiculous.

"But your memory tells you that no matter how ridiculous the predictions were in the past, they all turned into reality.

"Besides, the Great Horn Legion has come to the point where it is today. There are wolves, tigers and leopards in front, wild boars and bulls in the back, and there are hungry falcons, vultures, lizards, crocodiles and giant pythons all around.

"Putting your head out is a slash, and shrinking your head is a slash, you have no choice at all.

"So, you can only choose to close your eyes, give up thinking, and hand over the fate of yourself, the Horned Legion, and all the rat people to the illusory Great Horned Rat God!"

The spider web crack on the mask of the ancient dream saint has expanded into a black hole.

The black mist gushing out from the black hole also burned blazingly.

"No, the Great Horned Rat God will never deceive me, let alone all the rat people!"

The ancient dream saint's voice was stern, and she screamed hysterically, "It was the horned rat god who saved me, without the rat god coming, I would have died tragically in the plague long ago.

"The Big Horn Legion also relied on the revelation of the Rat God to find the Lost Temple and the underground base, so that they could be formed.

"Why did the Great Horned Mouse God guide me to build the Great Horned Legion, give us victory and hope, and then completely destroy everything?"

The bones and sharp blades all over her body stood upright, in a posture of daggers drawn.

If there was a big disagreement, Meng Chao would be riddled with holes.

Meng Chao beamed with joy.

No matter what kind of posture the ancient dream saintess puts on.

As long as she is willing to speak, it means that she has broken free from the dead loop of logic implanted deep in her brain by the horned mouse god.

The possibility of communication and thinking is rediscovered.

"The Horned Rat God didn't save you, he just 'selected' you, a lucky one who was tortured but survived, and possessed special spiritual powers, able to sneak into and interfere in other people's dreams, and then, in your brain domain A period of false memory is implanted deep in it and constantly updated, making you mistakenly believe that you have always been helped by the non-existent horned rat god on your growth path."

Meng Chao raised his hands high, and once again expressed to the ancient dream saint that he did not have any malicious intentions, trying to appease the other party's emotions, and at the same time, analyzed in detail, "As for helping you form the Big Horn Legion and destroying it with your own hands, there is no contradiction. The use value of the people is just to realize their own ambitions.

"In order to catch the totem beasts, hunters can throw fragrant bait or even live rats into the pit, and let the totem beasts gobble it up until their stomachs are round and they can't digest them, and they can't even walk.

"In order to stimulate the gladiators to perform brilliantly in the arena, the owner of the arena is also willing to donate generously, so that even the humblest Rat People gladiators can enjoy the richest delicacies and secret medicines.

"In order to stimulate the strongest combat effectiveness of a cannon fodder army, the high-ranking commander can even be kind in front of the rat minions, make all kinds of hype promises, and even give them sophisticated equipment to make them look like they are flying. Majestic.

"If the guy hiding behind the Great Horned Rat God doesn't help you form the Great Horned Legion, how can you rat people who have silently endured thousands of years of oppression and enslavement rise up, fight back, and cast your own flesh and bones into Become the sharpest weapon in the hands of an ambitious man, and help him achieve his goals?"

"Purpose……"

In the black hole on the mask of the ancient dream saint, there was a deep confusion, she murmured, "What purpose?"

"Of course, smash the old order that has ruled Turanze for thousands of years, and then seize the supreme power in Turanze!" Meng Chao said firmly.