Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Everything that happened next was so logical.

After finally coming to the glade, the Ratmen warriors who were deeply attracted by the mandala fruit had lost all their strength and courage.

Not to mention fighting to the death with wolf cavalry armed to the teeth.

They couldn't even condense the will to kill themselves with a knife.

Like loose marionettes, manipulated by the strings condensed by the aroma, they rush towards the steaming cauldron in a daze, involuntarily.

After they gobbled it up, you fought over each other, like vicious dogs rushing for food, they swept away the cauldrons lined up in a row, and then they held their stomachs and burped hot.

Is there a second option other than surrender?

After all, many of them had already surrendered once.

Needless to say whether the last surrender was forced by the situation, as a last resort, or even deliberately deceived that stupid wolf king.

Surrendering is like lying, there is only a difference between zero and ten thousand times.

Once you fall into the abyss and get covered in mud, you will never be able to wash it clean.

In addition, many rat warriors, who were originally house rats raised by "Jackal" Kanus, also made noise in the crowd, saying, "Even the horned rat god has abandoned us, we can persist until this point, we are already Be worthy of yourself and everyone else".

As a result, the wolf cavalry captured ten times as many soldiers as their own without any effort or even shed a drop of blood.

When these surrendered soldiers passed the news that "Master Canus is magnanimous, he did not blame the crimes of ordinary rat people, and prepared a lot of food, trying to save our lives" back to the chaotic position of the Big Horn Legion.

The established and large-scale surrender is like an unstoppable snowball that gets bigger and bigger during an avalanche.

On many fronts, the wolf cavalry didn't even need to show up. They only used their strong bows and crossbows to shoot a wolfclaw flag representing "Jackal" Kanus from a distance.

It is enough to make hundreds of rat warriors who have experienced many battles and are covered with scars. In the fight with real swords and guns, they are enough to drag countless wolf warriors into hell together.

The only casualties of the Ratmen soldiers after they surrendered often happened when the wolf cavalry distributed food—either because they fought for food, the Ratmen beat their heads to blood, or they were too hasty , Swallowed too much food in one go, and swelled his belly alive.

Such an unbearable scene full of ugliness made many rat warriors who were still persevering completely despair. They let go of their weapons and closed their eyes amidst the sound of lamentation, and pushed themselves to a faraway place beyond redemption despite the unpredictable fate.

Of course, the Big Horn Legion has millions of people, even if there are one-tenth or even one percent of the people who are resolute and resolute, unwilling to abandon the journey built by mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Very impressive numbers.

Many of the front-line combat troops who stormed Bairen City gathered most of the rations and weapons reserves of the entire Great Horn Legion, and they have not yet been forced to the point of desperation.

If the ancient dream saint can give them clear and clear instructions.

Whatever the instruction actually is.

Even if it is to break out, march towards Chijin City, and go to the most powerful lion and tiger warriors in Turanze to show the last glory of the rat warriors.

They will all be happy, happy, without hesitation.

The problem is that since midnight, these front-line troops who are still loyal to the ancient dream saint and maintain the last military discipline and combat effectiveness have not received orders from the ancient dream saint.

Regardless of whether the orderling ran to kill one wolf after another, the handwritten military order was sent urgently.

It was the commander and the priest who accompanied the army who got it from the dream in a trance, directly from the enlightenment of the ancient dream saint.

Nothing at all.

Whenever the commander and the priests accompanying the army set up a statue of the skeleton mouse god carved from white jade, sit cross-legged in front of the statue, stare into the eyes of the statue, enter a deep meditation state, and try to actively communicate with the ancient dream saint in the dream when.

Or, they will fall into the vortex of thinking in a trance, overwhelmed by the turbulent waves of brain waves, the temperature of the brain will rise sharply, and they will be on the verge of spontaneous combustion, or even burn their brains.

Or, in their dreams, they would see the rotting and deformed Zombie Rat God in the form of a giant, constantly releasing extremely desperate emotions to them.

Coerced by this emotion, they did not lose the ability to control the totem armor and became original warriors.

He just lost the last bit of fighting spirit, and led his own troops to the edge of the battlefield like walking corpses, to surrender to "Jackal" Kanus.

Those relatively smart commanders and priests who accompanied the army no longer dared to contact the ancient dream saint rashly.

But on their own, even if they want to break through and continue the struggle of thousands of rat people, where should they go?

At the critical moment when the dragons have no leader and fall apart.

Meng Chao bypassed two barracks that had already surrendered and replaced them with wolfclaw banners.

And three teams of wolf cavalry with a sharp look, constantly shuttling between the surrender camps, searching for the unyielding and rebels.

Came to the outskirts of the area controlled by the Bighorn Legion, in an inconspicuous mountain depression.

This place is quite far away from Baijian City, Chijin City, and the thoroughfare of the Golden Clan, and it is not a strategic place for the army to attack.

There are countless rock crevices and caves hidden in the valleys. At first glance, they are all the same. No one knows which rock crevice is behind the cave, and the caves and caves are interlinked and intertwined. There are dark rivers deep in many caves. , leading directly to the surrounding mountains and rivers.

If you want to search all the caves.

One hundred thousand troops may not be enough even if it takes a year and a half.

Meng Chao had never been to this area.

Of course, I didn't go deep into any cave.

But he is in the depths of the cave where the winding path forks, he is familiar with the road, and he is moving fast.

Not just because of the faint scent of tracking potions floating in the air.

More because he "saw" the footprints.

Footprints left by the ice storm.

Every three to five meters, the ice storm deliberately made a footprint on the ground that was three to five degrees cooler than the surrounding area.

Absolutely invisible to the naked eye.

Only those who are very familiar with the ice storm, and who have awakened extraordinary vision and can perceive the subtle differences in the surface temperature of objects, can "see" the faint blue "beacon" one by one.

Until the third fork.

Meng Chao stopped suddenly.

Open your arms and hug the back of your head, first slowly turn clockwise three times, then turn counterclockwise one and a half times.

This is the joint action he agreed with Ice Storm.

If someone else pretended to be him and came here, it would be absolutely impossible to make similar actions.

He felt two icicle-like eyes scanning his every pore up and down.

It was the gaze of the ice storm.

I believe that the ice storm has been fully prepared in the depths of the cave.

If it wasn't him who came, what greeted him would be a barrage of ice picks.

There was a "click, click" sound from the depths of the cave.

Like an ice storm removing the criss-crossed ice picks.

Meng Chao breathed a sigh of relief before stepping into the depths of the cave.

This cave seems to have also been moistened by the underground spiritual veins.

The rock exudes a crystal clear and magnificent luster.

Like clusters of blue ice flowers growing out of the ground.

Ice Storm sat cross-legged in front of a huge ice flower.

And in the depths of this ice flower, faintly, it seems that something similar to a human body is sealed.

That is the ancient dream saint.

"Is she all right?"

Meng Chao took a close look, but under the cover of frost, he couldn't see the appearance of the ancient dream saint clearly. He could only perceive her weak life magnetic field like a candle, which would be torn to pieces by the storm of death at any time.

"It's fine for the time being, but the situation is very unstable. There are faint signs of bleeding and failure in the internal organs, and the brain is more like a boiling mandala soup. It is possible to burn my entire head into a pile of coke at any time .”

Ice Storm explained, "I don't know how long it will take you to get rid of the assassin and break out of the encirclement, so we can only freeze her first to prevent the spread and aggravation of the injury."

This is because the volume of a liquid expands when it freezes.

If the temperature is lowered slowly, the frozen cells will be expanded by their own expanding volume, and even if the temperature is raised again, it is impossible to restore their activity.

However, for an expert like Ice Storm who is good at manipulating frost, it is a sure thing to drop the temperature to tens of degrees below zero or even hundreds of degrees in an instant, and freeze the cells before they have time to expand, so as to maintain the activity inside the cells.

The current ancient dream saint is equivalent to entering a special hibernation state, temporarily keeping her last hope.