Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Hearing this, you must be confused.

Everything I just said seems to have happened in the past and the present.

Instead, it happened in... the near future.

Besides, am I already dead?

Are all the whispers of the undead lingering in your head?

Hehe, that's why I didn't tell you the truth along the way.

Because the most incredible thing in the entire universe happened to me.

Without conclusive evidence, it is impossible for you or anyone to believe.

When that beam of holy light that destroys everything descends from the sky, every single cell of me burns in the explosion of ten thousand suns, and even my soul is torn apart, I am indeed dead.

However, when I opened my eyes again, the infinite pain still echoed in my mind, but I was horrified and inexplicably found that I was lying in the cold mud deep in the ruins of an ancient battlefield.

I found that not only was I not burned to death by the holy light.

Decades of experimentation, preparation, and bloody battles remained, and the criss-crossing scars all over the body also disappeared.

My hands and feet were all shrunk, thin and tender, like a... stunted child.

Using hands and feet, I crawled out of the mud.

Then, staring at the familiar and unfamiliar reflection in a pool of sewage, I feel as if I have passed away.

After three full days and three nights in a trance, I understood and accepted an astonishing fact.

I am born again.

Back to decades ago, when I was a slave, a tomb robber, and a "corpse dog" youthful years.

After three days and three nights, I gradually got used to the new body and the new age, no, more precisely, it should be the old body and the me of the old age no longer in a trance.

Instead, he looked up to the sky and screamed, weeping with joy.

When I was born again as a teenager.

All tragedies have yet to happen.

The fog that envelops the Tusk Mountain Range has not dissipated.

The Turanians and the Earthlings have not yet discovered each other and fought each other.

The Holy Light Temple has not yet completed its battle preparations, and it has not had time to raise its butcher knife to the Desert of Death, Abyss of Eternal Night, Frost Tundra and Plague Forest.

It seems that the ocean of light that shrouds the heads of all living beings has not yet accumulated enough energy to carry out a devastating blow from the sky and ignite ten thousand suns.

All things can change.

Everything is still in time!

I don't know how I was born again.

Could it be that the doomsday blade used his indomitable will to send my soul, which was closest to him, back decades ago before it was destroyed?

I only know that I must inherit his will, represent the Blood Blade organization, and prevent the end from coming!

At this time, I was no longer like the youth in my previous life, so lifeless and yearning for death.

In the long, cruel, and dark fate of the previous life, I learned to ignore 99% of the pain and despair, look for and taste the 1% of happiness, and fight to defend the 1% of happiness and hope.

It was everyone, including Doom Blade and all members of the Blood Blade organization, who sacrificed themselves to send me back to my boyhood.

If you are still as muddle-headed as in the previous life, drifting with the tide, let all the tragedies be staged again, and die humiliated again in a daze.

What's the point of my rebirth?

So, I started thinking.

In my eyes after being reborn, the traps and traps in the Lost Temple have all become boring things like children's toys.

After cracking the mechanism casually, I have a lot of time to think quietly in the dark.

Think about why Turanze in the previous life was destroyed.

And how should I change those "key points" that lead to the final destruction of Turanze.

Soon, I summed up three key points.

First of all, the most serious mistake the Turanians made was to rush to war with the Earthlings without knowing the depth of each other.

Although there is only one city.

However, Dragon City's population density and war potential far exceed that of Turanze and the Land of Holy Light, a glorious city with a history of thousands of years.

And in the technology and philosophy of the people on earth, there is the possibility of bringing Turanze back to life or falling into destruction.

Judging from the top-secret information spied on by the Blood Blade Organization in the previous life, certain technologies originating from Dragon City even accelerated the exploration and use of the Ocean of Light by the Holy Light Temple.

Maybe, the 10,000 suns that fell from the sky were created by using the earth's technology to unlock the power of the holy light.

Cooperation will benefit both, while fighting will hurt both.

In this life, I will never let Turanze and Dragon City go to war again.

I will do my best and use all means to drag Dragon City onto Turanze's chariot!

Second, Turanze must complete internal integration in the shortest possible time, elect a new war chief, and start a war against the Holy Light Temple.

The sooner the war starts, the better.

Never leave enough time for the Temple of Light to attack the Desert of Death, Abyss of Eternal Night, Frost Tundra, and Plague Jungle.

Once the Holy Light Temple has completed the "purification" of the western, northern, and eastern fronts, the rear will be completely consolidated.

Even if Turanze and Longcheng join forces, it is impossible to resist the overwhelming attack launched by the Holy Light camp, which has two-thirds of the world's population and resources.

Even Turanze hadn't completed his battle preparations.

Even a hasty attack would have to pay an extremely tragic price.

The Turanians are duty-bound, and they can only be the first to shed hot blood.

Third, the Turanians can no longer fight alone as in the past.

It is no longer possible to fight head-to-head without paying attention to the contest at the strategic level.

Aliens such as necromancers, abyssal demons, frost barbarians, and two-headed trolls, although they are far away from us, have different customs, and have no fatal friendship.

But facing the threat of the Holy Light Temple, we are all grasshoppers on the same rope.

Everyone can no longer be defeated individually by the Holy Light Temple.

Instead, it is necessary to establish an unprecedentedly broad alliance, and to condense into a whole that is more united than the Holy Light camp.

in order to achieve this goal.

The Turan people must not be stingy, the small interests in front of them.

In order to make the above three changes.

I must climb up in the shortest possible time, at all costs, to the throne of the supreme commander of Turanze.

No one knows better than me, whether it is the Lion King "Doomhorn" or the Tiger King "Fury Blade", or the leaders of the Bloodhoof Clan, Thunder Clan and Darkmoon Clan.

They are all a group of well-developed, simple-minded, short-sighted, stubborn idiots.

In their previous lives, they made wrong choices again and again, ruining Turanze's future.

In this life, I will not give them another chance to make a big mistake.

Now, there is only one small problem left.

my identity.

No matter how powerful the soul is.

My body is always just a humble rat people.

Looking at the tens of thousands of years of Turanze's history, no one has ever been able to start from the "rat people" and become the chief of the five major clans, let alone the supreme commander above the five chiefs.

Immediately, I thought of the Rat People's rebel army who had set off the "Big Horn Rebellion" in my previous life.

Think of the "Saint" who has mysterious power.

As a member of the rat people, the large number of compatriots seems to be my basic base naturally.

I, who have the memory of my previous life, if I can join and lead the Rat People rebel army, the scale and intensity of the Big Horn Rebellion will definitely increase ten times compared to my previous life.

Maybe, we really have a chance to overthrow the rule of the five major clans and bring new order and new hope to Turanze.

If I had thirty or fifty years to plan, implement and rebuild.

I will definitely do it.

I will let the battle flag of the Great Horn Legion fly high above every town in Chijin City, Blackhorn City, Baijian City and Turanze, so that every ratman can hold his head high when facing jackals, tigers and leopards Stand tall and stand up.

But time is not on our side.

The rule of the five major clans over Turanze is deep-rooted.

Even under my leadership, the Big Horn Legion, which is ten times stronger than in the previous life, cannot completely defeat the five major clans within three to five years.

Even if the five major clans are barely defeated, it is impossible to rebuild the order of Turanze in the shortest time, integrate all resources including the remnants of the five major clans, and fight against the Holy Light camp in the best condition.

The greatest possibility is that both the Big Horn Legion and the five major clans will lose.

Before Turanze discovered Dragon City, his vitality was seriously injured and he was destroyed in advance.

At that time, all Turan people, including the rat people, will still die.

So, sorry.

I can't join the Bighorn Legion.

Only use the Legion of the Great Horn, as I am a stepping stone to the throne of supremacy.

Anyway, as long as I can hold the supreme power of Turanze.

There is always a way to gradually improve the status of the Rat People, form more Rat People war groups, cultivate a large number of strong Rat People, give the Rat People a lot of opportunities to make contributions and fight for power, and finally create a "rat people" that belongs to the Rat People. The Sixth Clan".

After thinking about everything, I designed a small "accident".

Let my master and my past be annihilated deep underground.

Then, I used the disguise technique I learned in the Blood Blade Organization in my previous life to change my appearance from a rat people to a wolf clan.

From an involuntary slave, I became the master of my own and Turanze's fate.

Using the memories of my previous life, I excavated several lost temples and accumulated the first pot of gold.

He tried every means to find the "Holy Maiden" who had not yet joined the Rat People's rebel army.

At this time, the Bighorn Legion had not yet been born.

The funny little girl with a big head and a small body who walks shakyly in front of her is also ignorant of the coming dark fate.

But through her ignorant and ignorant face, I saw the "saint" in the previous life who was overdrawn and fell in front of me.

I believe that she, who voluntarily became a saint, overwhelmed her brain again and again, and used dreams to help others share pain and happiness, would never be afraid of death.

But when the previous life fell in front of me, her gradually dimmed eyes were indeed filled with regrets that cannot be described in words.

It's a pity that the "Big Horn Rebellion" was just a trivial fight.

It's a pity that she didn't share the pain and happiness for more rat people.

It's a pity that the Rat People's rebels came and went. Their incomparably generous and tragic battle cry at the last moment was never heard by the tens of thousands of Rat People scattered all over Turanze.

It's a pity that her power is too weak. She can neither smash the old order that has ruled Turanze for thousands of years, nor can she create a brand new future that allows all rat people to live happily.

"It doesn't matter."

Staring at the little girl from a distance, I smiled after being reborn, "This time, I will help you."