Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Meng Chao felt that this was possible.

Individual mind transmission is always clearer and more stable than super-large-scale brain wave broadcasting.

The only question is who to choose as their teleportation target.

This person should play a key role in the Big Horn Legion, enough to determine the actions and even life and death of thousands of elite rat people.

The next best thing to do is to find such a person, if it is difficult to find such a person, at least one of the most powerful core troops of the Big Horn Legion, the elite warriors of the Bone Battalion.

And through him, to influence more elites of the Bone Camp.

On the other hand, the Saintess of Ancient Dream burned her life at the local level without any hesitation, and stimulated the vibration of every brain cell to the limit, so it would definitely not last for too long.

Meng Chao could feel her brain heating up again.

No matter how the ice storm condenses ice and frost to cool down, it can't stop her brain from turning into volcanic lava little by little.

Maybe in the next second, her brain will explode like fireworks.

I was doomed to not have much time to persuade an elite of the White Bone Camp who had never met before.

You must find someone who is obedient to you and absolutely trusts you.

Only in a few words can I explain everything clearly.

Does such a person exist?

That kind of people……

Meng Chao's thoughts turned, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Saint of ancient dreams, can you hear my voice? Such a large-scale brainwave broadcast is useless. The distance between us and the large army is too far, and the interference from outside is too serious. We are screaming hoarsely here. Roaring, penetrating the rock formation, and being transmitted to the heads of the rat warriors dozens of miles away, only the 'squeak' noise remained!

"Therefore, we must concentrate all our spiritual power and project it onto the same target!

"The target must be an elite Bone Battalion. After all, the Bone Battalion is the core of the Great Horn Legion. As long as the Bone Battalion is intact, no, as long as the Bone Battalion can pull out half of the people, even a third of veterans who have experienced many battles can break through the siege. Go out, the rat people's uprising will not fail, and the Big Horn Legion will not perish!

"And he must also have a unique power and unfathomable potential. It is best if he has learned how to manipulate his own life magnetic field - only in this way can he withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of the torrent of brain waves, and even , Turning ourselves into a relay station and a signal amplifier, throwing our thoughts to more elite bones around us.

"I have a candidate, but I don't know whether he is alive or dead after a night of chaos, where he is, and whether he is with other elites of the White Bone Camp, but I can always try, always try!

"His name is 'Leaf', do you have any impression, Saintess of Ancient Dream?

"I know that in the Bighorn Legion and even the Bone Camp, there must be dozens or hundreds of Rat Warriors named 'Leaf'. This is the most common name, but he is different. You have come into contact with him before. He must not be forgotten.

"His flesh and bones are extremely flexible and extensible, he can turn his hands and feet into rubber and springs, stretch and bend at will, and even extend his hands and feet to three or five times the length.

"It is said that this ability originated from the depths of a cave in the mountains of his hometown. He and his brother once saw a mysterious mural in that cave.

"Do you have an impression, Saintess of Ancient Dream, if you can pinpoint this 'leaf', there is still hope for our future!"

The ancient dream saint is still struggling in the thought vortex formed by "Jackal" Kanus detonating the fear bomb.

At this time, the black turbulence had swallowed her neck, jaw and mouth, making her unable to make any sound, and unable to respond to Meng Chao's question.

But she still waved her arms and flicked her fingers with difficulty, as if performing complex and delicate operations on thousands of pictures in the void.

The countless pictures hanging above the fog began to rotate.

The speed at the beginning was extremely slow, like a machine starting slowly.

But soon, the afterimages dragged by the rapid rotation of a pair of pictures turned into shining bands of light.

The light bands are entwined with each other, and the details of each main perspective picture can no longer be clearly seen.

Even the "heart voice" from thousands of different channels converged into a noisy "buzz buzz".

The ancient dream saint is doing her best to squeeze out the last bit of power in the last brain cell, and is quickly searching the vast brain wave database.

Look for the brain wave characteristics of the "leaf" mentioned by Meng Chao, and realize point-to-point spiritual connection and transmission.

I don't know how long the time has passed.

It has been so long that the fragmented soul of the ancient dream saint is almost completely swallowed by the brain storm set off by the fear bomb.

The rotation speed of the interlaced light and shadow finally slowly decreased.

A pair of shining pictures became clear again.

Most of the main perspective images are hidden behind the fog.

The remaining dozens of pictures became larger and brighter, enough for Meng Chao to see every detail in the depths of the picture clearly.

In several pictures, completely irrelevant people appeared.

It should be the guy with the same name and surname as Ye Zi in the Bone Camp.

But in a picture in the corner, Meng Chao saw a pair of unusually familiar hands and ten slender fingers.

That is the hands of the leaves!

As a senior harvester, Meng Chao paid more attention to his hands than other organs in his body.

When teaching Ye Zi the martial arts concept from Dragon City, Meng Chao also repeatedly told the young rat people that only by cultivating the ten fingers to be both rigid and soft, and stretchable freely, can they accurately control various weapons including swords, swords, halberds, long spears and short cannons. Use hot and cold weapons to crack all kinds of intricate mechanisms, and escape in an incredible way when the enemy firmly controls your limbs.

Ye Zi obeyed Meng Chaoyan.

From that day on, he has been bending and stretching his hands repeatedly in accordance with the method taught by Meng Chao, with a strength that almost shatters bones.

Coupled with the inheritance of murals in mysterious caves in childhood.

His ten fingers are one-third longer than ordinary ratmen, and the little finger is almost at the same level as the ring finger. The fingers look thin and weak, but if you look closely, you can find bundles of tendons and muscles wrapped around the knuckles , It is simply stronger than the eagle claws of the Leiden clan.

With such a pair of extremely distinctive hands, it was absolutely impossible for Meng Chao to admit his mistake.

The more direct evidence is that when the ancient dream saint located Ye Zi and kept zooming in on his main perspective, Meng Chao clearly heard the disturbed voice deep in Ye Zi's brain.

"Reaper, where are you!"

...

At this moment, Ye Zi is facing the biggest crisis in her life.

Going around, fighting for the rest of his life, he has become an elite warrior, but he seems to have returned to the recruiting team to slaughter his hometown, but he has been drained of all his strength. He can only watch his homeland being burned, and his relatives and friends being burned. When the slaughter is exhausted.

In front of him was a crooked, battered battle flag of the Bone Camp.

It seemed that too much blood was soaked on the battle flag, and the heavy flag made the flagpole overwhelmed.

Ye Zi's trembling gaze crossed the battle flag, and turned to the two groups of people who were confronting each other in front of them.

They are all full of flesh, with thick backs, and burly bodies like cast iron, with scars stacked on them, first-class tough guys.

The 36,000 pores all over his body were also like a boiling boiler, continuously spraying evil spirits and murderous spirits visible to the naked eye.

Many people's blood-stained swords have been unsheathed, and the swords are flickering, like hungry dragons.

There are also people whose muscles are tense, weighing hundreds of kilograms, and hammers and battle axes studded with steel thorns and iron knobs, jumping and jumping on the muscles like dynamite bags.

Such a murderous team looked like evil spirits crawling out of the depths of hell. Even the fully armed wolf cavalry would have to avoid their edge and make further calculations when they saw them.

But at this moment, all the sharp edges that were spouting fierce lights that should be aimed at wolves, tigers and leopards were all aimed at each other.

Before the Great Horn Legion was formed, many of the old brothers of the Bone Camp who followed the ancient dream saint all the way to the north and south, risking their lives and fighting bloody battles until dawn today, are now aiming their fierce swords at those who are close at hand. A comrade who has fought side by side countless times.

These elites of the Bone Battalion who could not be killed even by the bloodhoof clan's savage collision and the gold clan's minions were torn apart, but at this moment, their swords were on the verge of breaking out, and every hair was drawn like a sharp knife. The posture of dying together.