Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

All the Rat Warriors opened their eyes and mouths in bewilderment.

Their mouths are so big they could fit a mammoth with tusks up high.

And no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find enough precise and rich language from their poor vocabulary to describe the shock that this golden Valkyrie statue brought to them, which was a hundred times more powerful than the Zombie Rat God.

There seemed to be three to five sets of totem armor nested on the body of the golden Valkyrie.

Each set of armor presents a crystal clear translucent texture.

Between the battle armor, countless golden threads criss-crossed, forming a dense network of spiritual energy circulation.

Like blood vessels and nerves, it outlines this shining, gorgeous life form that looks like energy.

And her facial features, although still the appearance of the ancient dream saint in the past.

However, the facial lines are more distinct, and it has a kind of marble carving, which gives a heroic feeling.

From the four pupils, the flame-like gaze also became clearer and firmer, as if it could illuminate the dark road 10,000 miles ahead, covered with blood and thorns.

In her left hand, she holds an octagonal prism-shaped shield, the surface of which is covered with golden spikes, full of aggression.

His right hand was raised high, but he was holding a huge golden sword wrapped in electric arcs.

This giant sword seems to be condensed from ten thousand rays of the most violent sunlight at noon and ten thousand rays of brightest lightning in the dark night, possessing a mysterious power that penetrates the soul.

Even the Rat Warriors, who were located at the outermost edge of the battle formation and hundreds of meters away, would feel that the sword light of the Saintess of Ancient Dream was coming straight towards him when they saw it from a distance.

No, this is not an attack, but guidance.

The sword glow of the Saintess of Ancient Dream came straight to the thousands of Rat Warriors, but at the last moment, it passed over their shoulders, brushed past their eyes and cheeks, and pointed all the way to the south.

Accompanied by the tingling pain in the corners of their eyes and cheeks, the Rat Warriors twisted their necks involuntarily, and turned their eyes to the direction pointed by the ancient dream saint.

Their eyes and mouths, which were originally opened to the limit, were torn apart, almost bleeding.

"This, what is this?"

"How can this be!"

"My lord saint, this is the enlightenment you gave us. Could it be that the journey of the Great Horn Legion has not yet been completed, and there is still hope for the tens of thousands of rat people?"

Everyone was stunned and dumbfounded.

At the place where their unbelievable eyes focused, on the southern horizon, among the thick smoke, dark clouds, and jungle, at some point, a magnificent city appeared out of thin air.

Because the distance was too far, the Rat Warriors couldn't see the details of the city clearly.

But judging from the row upon row of high-rise buildings, the majestic momentum of mountains, and the countless shining light spots surrounding the high-rise buildings, it can be seen that this is not a city that high-level orcs can build by relying on brute force, but a city built by ancestral spirits. The blessing of God, the city on the hill that can only be built with the power of the totem, the city of glory!

Some rat people warriors from deserts and grasslands have seen or heard of the vision of "mirage".

But in the rumors of the old man and the priests, mirages are not something that can appear casually.

That is the city of glory on the top of the holy mountain, projected into the reflection of Turanze!

The phantom of the golden Valkyrie and the giant city in the sky lasted for more than half a minute, and finally disappeared in the blazing golden flames.

Only on the retinas of the Rat Warriors, there remained an unforgettable burning pain, which made them unable to calm down for a long time.

Many people shed hot tears unknowingly.

It's not fear.

Instead, he survived a desperate situation and wept with joy.

"You, did you see it?"

"I'm not the only one who saw Lady Saint and the big city in the sky, right?"

"Everyone has seen it, I am not the only one who has hallucinations!"

"This is the revelation that the Holy Maiden has given us in the clearest way!"

Now, even the dullest people have realized that instead of dying, the Saintess of Ancient Dream possessed a more powerful totem power.

Only in such an incredible way can she convey her will to everyone at the same time.

Although they still don't know what the golden Valkyrie and the resplendent city in the sky mean.

But that certainly doesn't mean they should surrender to the surrounding wolves, tigers and leopards, absolutely not!

"Mountain dog, what's the matter? Now you still have to persist. The saint is dead, the Great Horn Legion is finished, and the courage, struggle and sacrifice of thousands of rat people are all meaningless and hopeless?"

The red bear laughed loudly, its momentum soaring, and its wet and drooping hair stood up again like a sharp arrow full of bowstrings.

The blasted hair made his figure suddenly swell three to five times, completely overwhelming the originally evenly matched opponent.

The mountain dog was speechless.

Behind him for many years, loyal confidantes and siblings, the face of the turning point appeared even more, the light of turning around and turning a corner.

To be honest, if there is a chance, they are not willing to surrender.

Putting aside righteousness and interests, who can guarantee that "Jackal" Kanus can really fulfill his promise?

Even if the Wolf King himself is willing to keep his promise, even the Rat People know that the Wolf Clan is far from the most powerful clan in the Golden Clan.

If the Lion Clan and the Tiger Clan set off thunder and anger, they must be severely punished as "rebels", or they should be used as bargaining chips and returned to the original masters of the four major clans of Bloodhoof, Thunderbolt, Dark Moon and Shenmu.

Can the little wolf king defy the will of the lion king and tiger king?

If it fell into the hands of the original masters, especially the bloodhoof clan that was destroyed in Blackhorn City, let alone continue to live, even a quick death would become an absolutely impossible luxury.

Even in the most perfect situation, they were not punished, nor were they dismantled and reorganized.

In the upcoming battle of glory, they will also be the cannon fodder at the forefront of Turan's army.

The chances of surviving the cleansing of the holy light and the bombing of magic are very slim.

The elite of the White Bone Battalion are not afraid of death.

I'm afraid that death is meaningless.

Since the ancient dream saint is still alive, and has drawn a glorious path and clear direction for them.

Serving as cannon fodder for the five major clans is death, and fighting for the future of all the rat people is death at worst.

Is there any reason not to choose the latter?

"When clang".

The two full-moon scimitars in the mountain dog's hands, which were greatly strengthened by liquid metal-like substances, fell to the ground.

Attached to the blade, the seemingly incomparably hard silvery metal turned into plump mercury, flowed back to his body, and was sucked into his body again together with the totem armor on his body.

Coyote disarmed.

There was an intricate expression on his face.

The criss-crossing scars and wrinkles between the eyebrows and eyes, after trembling for a long time, finally converged into a bright smile like a trickle of water converging into a sparkling lake.

Up to this moment, the two groups of men and horses behind the two iron-blooded warriors, who were at war with their swords, finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down their weapons at the same time, and showed the same heartfelt smile as the main general.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Suddenly, there was a rapid coughing sound from the center of the crowd.

The curled up leaves slowly wake up.

The red bear, the coyote and all the elite of the Bone Battalion rushed forward.

Countless pairs of big hands supported the leaves at the same time.

"Leaf, you, how are you?"

Red Bear and Coyote asked nervously in unison.

"I……"

Ye Zi was pale, sweating profusely, and his whole body was somewhat dehydrated. It seemed that he had just completed an extremely important mission and exhausted all his strength.

However, he, who was under the spotlight of everyone, did not panic or flinch in the slightest.

Even though he was extremely exhausted, he still calmed down and carefully recalled everything that happened just now.

"I seem to have a dream..."

The rat people boy took a deep breath, and slowly told all the rat people warriors who were unwilling to be oppressed, unwilling to surrender, and not afraid of death, what he saw in his dream.

...

three days later.

To the southwest of Baidao City, there is a path in the forest that was originally inaccessible, but now it is full of rotting corpses.

A lizard with three heads and red pustules all over its back was feasting on the corpses of the ratmen.

It was full of food, and gradually relaxed its vigilance, without realizing that its own death was approaching.

Speaking of which, the past ten days and a half months were really good days for a small sharp-billed beast like the three-headed lizard that lives in the dense forest around Baiblad City.

First, the Wolf Cavalry and the Bighorn Legion set up an ambush in the dense forest, outflanked, lured the enemy, and fought bloody battles. Almost every thrilling collision left hundreds to thousands of corpses behind.

Then came the civil strife of the Bighorn Legion. It was a night like hell, turning the dense forest into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. It also made the three-headed lizard's biggest worry change from being hungry to why he didn't have a few more heads and a few more heads. Open your mouth, otherwise, you really can't finish eating so many corpses.

And it's not over yet.

Just when the civil strife in the Big Horn Legion came to an end, a large number of Ratmen fighters laid down their weapons and surrendered to the wolf cavalry in batches.

Located in the center of the battle formation, the warriors of the White Bone Camp, who were originally the most elite and toughest, somehow burst out with courage and strength a hundred times stronger than before, like a branch, no, it was ten thousand that were struggling to suppress The sharp arrows that had reached the limit ignited raging flames on the arrow clusters, and shot out toward the south.

Without any suspense, they tore apart the defense line of their former comrades who had just surrendered to the wolf clan and had no intention of fighting.

Not only did not lose too many people.

On the contrary, it attracted those who still had a bit of shame, a bit of dignity, and a bit of courage among the surrendered soldiers.

The team that broke through was like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger.

Even the Wolf King, who thought he was sure of winning, never expected that the elite of the Bone Camp would break out so resolutely to the south.

The wolf cavalry who hastily assembled and tried to intercept this breakout force failed to complete the task.

Instead, one of the two leaders of the breakout force, the "Mountain Dog", plotted to feign surrender, and was killed by the breakout force who was eager to return.