Chapter 1106: The Bloody Dawn
The rat people were not stupid.
From a certain perspective, they were relatively weak. In order to survive, they had to rack their brains and stimulate more wisdom than the clan warriors.
Plus, the rat people who could charge out of Black-corner City and into the sunken grassland were the best ones who had gone through life and death selection.
After being taught by Meng Chao, many people came to a sudden realization.
What determined victory and defeat was not only fighting strength, but also fighting will.
Even if the combat strength of the centaur warriors was ten times more than theirs, for the former, there was no benefit in playing a game of mutual destruction with the latter, who was like a crazy demon fighting to the death.
It was natural to win. At most, it would satisfy the pleasure of killing. It was impossible to find too valuable booty from the rat people, and it would also consume a lot of war resources and precious time.
If they lost, they would be doomed.
Like all high-level orcs, the Centaur Warriors were not afraid of death.
If they were facing the Liger warriors of the Gold clan, or the mages and night watchers of the Land of Holy Light, the Centaur warriors would be like injected with stimulants, coming forward one after another and facing death with ease.
Even if their flesh and blood were torn into pieces by the powerful enemies.
Their heads that were flying high up must also have a satisfied smile on them.
Because at the moment before they died, they were very clear that their souls would definitely turn into a dazzling golden light and Pierce straight to the summit of the Sacred Mountain, joining the ranks of the ancestral spirits’eternal glory.
However, in a boring game of chasing and killing the rat people, they lost their footing in the gutter and were dragged into hell by the rat people to be buried with them?
Not to mention eternal glory, they would probably be recorded as clowns in weird and funny poems and be ridiculed by people for 10,000 years, right?
For any warrior of the clan, this was a way to die that would make people shudder just thinking about it.
Some people did the business of killing people, but no one did the business of losing money. As long as the rat people could show a strong enough attitude, the “Hunting the fugitives”would become a business of losing money. The Centaur warriors would not do it for black-corner city.., they would risk their lives for the Tauren and the wild boar people!
“We really have a chance to survive!”
After thinking through this point, the expressions and temperament of all the rat subjects instantly changed.
They were not afraid of death either.
However, if they could see the hope of victory, or at least the hope of heroic sacrifices, the burning flames of war would always be raised even higher.
The Way Old Bearskin and the round bone club looked at Meng Chao changed once again.
It was as if they were looking at the officers, witch doctors, and priests in the Great Horn Army. They were filled with reverence.
“You, you are…”
The round bone club hesitated for a moment before stuttering.
“My Name Is Reaper. I’m a servant in the Blood Skull Arena. I used to be the captain of Frost Queen’s Frost Storm’s personal guard,”Meng Chao said straightforwardly.
Along the way, he carefully observed the rat subjects who followed him.
He found that most of them were slave laborers who had lived in the foundry district of Black Horn City.
There were also a very small number of servant soldiers in other arenas.
However, there were no servant soldiers or handymen in the blood-skull arena.
It was obviously impossible for slave laborers, handymen, or servant soldiers to enter the blood-skull arena and enjoy the exciting fights.
Moreover, it had only been a few months since the ice storm recruited a large number of servants to form her own battle team.
For more than a year, she had been traveling alone without any teammates or subordinates.
Therefore, Meng Chao was not worried that the rat subjects in front of him would learn more clues through their identity as the captain of the ice storm’s personal army.
As expected, many of the rat subjects present had heard of the title of ‘The leader of the four trump cards of the Bloody Skull Arena, the Frost Queen, and the Ice Storm’.
They knew that this was a vicious person with a fierce reputation.
However, they had never personally come to the scene to watch the Battle of the ice storm.
They also did not know that the ice storm was not good at commanding battles. Her personal guard captain should not know so many things.
They instinctively felt that since the ice storm was a vicious person with a fierce reputation, and her personal guard captain was so calm and collected, they could only follow his instructions and have a slim chance of survival. They could only seek survival in the face of death!
“My master is a snow leopard warrior, not from the Bloodhoof family. For a long time, she has not been trusted by the Master of the Bloody Skull Arena. Not long ago, she was attacked by the opponent. Our servant squad was also split up and assigned to master’s former Nemesis.”
Meng Chao explained to the round bone club and the old bearskin, “Of course, we didn’t want to follow our new master and become cannon fodder. Just when we were at a loss, we encountered the arrival of the Rat God in black-corner city.
“To be honest, before this, I knew nothing about the Rat God.
“Therefore, even though I escaped from black-corner city with the rat tide, I still had some concerns in my heart. I didn’t completely confess my identity.
“Until now, I realized that if I didn’t tell the truth and work together, there would only be death.
“Therefore…”
These words completely dispelled the doubts of old bear skin and the round bone club.
Of course, they had never doubted Meng Chao’s loyalty.
On one hand, they were insignificant fugitives who were destined to die.
Exposing their identities for just a few hundred fugitives?
There was no need for that.
On the other hand, they were filled with fanatical faith in the Rat God. They did not believe that there were rat people who would be willing to go down and help the tiger after receiving the blessing of the Rat God.
Meng Chao’s suggestion was completely accepted by the two soldiers of the Great Horn Army.
The other fugitives all listened to him. They found a relatively dry grassland and lay down in their clothes a little further away from the bloody battlefield.
Naturally, they could not fall asleep for a while.
Especially in the dead of night, when everything was silent, the screams from afar became even more shrill. They were like frozen steel needles, piercing into their ears and eyes one by one.
“Someone is running around in the middle of the night, and the pursuers just happened to notice the rustling in the grass.”
Meng Chao said, “Even the eyesight of the Clan Warriors is greatly reduced in the second half of the night. As long as we don’t make too much noise, the pursuers won’t be able to find us until dawn.”
It was not known whether the words had worked.
Or was it because they had been running for days that they were exhausted and their nerves were slightly relaxed? The fatigue rushed into their brain like a flood.
Soon, dozens of rat subjects fell into a deep sleep.
However, in their sleep, they were still rolling their eyes at a weird frequency.
The vibration of their brain waves was different from the usual deep sleep after the limit of overdraft.
They were still dreaming.
Meng Chao’s heart skipped a beat. He closed his eyes slightly and massaged the cerebral cortex with his spiritual energy, entering a shallow sleep.
In a trance, under the brilliant Red Sun, the Majestic Rat God appeared in front of his eyes like a god descending to the mortal world, inspecting the steel battle formation formed by millions of rats.
When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were like two burning fireflies, and his gaze was as sharp as a blade.
“The information that was implanted into the brains of the rat population last night is still working.
“I’m afraid that the rat population will still dream about the big horn rat god and the Big Horn Army tonight.
“As a result, their fighting will will become even firmer when they wake up tomorrow morning.
“No wonder it’s a power that can shake the rule of Turan ze for a thousand years. I’m looking forward to meeting the person who created this power!”
At this moment, ice storm opened his eyes beside Meng Chao.
They looked at each other but did not speak. Instead, they held their breaths and listened to the breathing and heartbeats of their surroundings.
After making sure that all the rat soldiers, including the old bear skin and the round bone club, were immersed in the information that was implanted deep in their brains, the two of them quietly left the camp.
Although Meng Chao had spoken with confidence just now, he seemed to be confident of winning.
However, he and ice storm both knew that what he was talking about was only a theoretical possibility.
“Lie on your back and wait for the Centaur warriors to stomp on you with their iron hooves. If you are lucky enough not to step on yourself, then point your sword upward and stab with force to cut open the Centaur Warriors’stomachs.”.
Basically, the probability of such a good thing happening was almost the same as “Taking down a tiger with a slide shovel and cutting open the tiger’s belly with the impact of the Tiger’s Lunge.”.
Of course, if Meng Chao and ice storm, the two heavyweights, were placed on one end of the scale of victory, even the smallest probability would be enough to make their dreams come true.
However, they had to find more rat subjects in order to distract the pursuers and conceal the existence of the two weights — no, ‘steel’.
Thankfully, for the rat subjects and low-level warriors, the almost impenetrable darkness was not too much of a problem for experts of Meng Chao and ice storm’s level.
After pouring spiritual energy into their mouths, noses, eyes, ears, and hair, every movement within hundreds of meters, including the heat released by living creatures, flooded into their sensory nerves.
They locked onto hundreds of rat subjects in an instant.
The rat subjects, who were in groups of three or five, were all trapped in the darkness, fatigue, pain, and the screams from afar. They were crouching deep in the grass, stuck in a dilemma.
They had been waiting for their fate, waiting for the bloody dawn to arrive, only to be caught up and slaughtered by the Centaur warriors who had recharged their energy.
But now, in a trance, they heard a voice that seemed to come from the clouds, the abyss, and more like it came directly from their heads.
“Stand up.”
The solemn voice said, “Keep moving forward. There is hope ahead!”
The exhausted fugitives, whose eyes were dim and had almost given up their lives, widened their eyes.
For a moment, everything was dead silent. The stars and the Moon were covered by the dark clouds. They could neither see nor hear anything. It was as if they had fallen into an endless swamp called ‘death’.
But in the next moment, the voice that seemed to be filled with light sounded again from the depths of their brains and hearts.
“Stand up and muster your courage.”
The voice said, “Go, Go!”