The morale was so high that the Big Horn officer lost no time in distributing to all the rat people newly polished swords, golden fruits that were usually difficult to eat, and a pill sealed with beeswax and engraved with mysterious runes.

"This is the magic medicine given to us by the Rat God!"

Officer Big Horn roared, "As long as our faith in the Rat God is strong enough and the situation is critical enough, we bite the magic potion and pour in the supreme power from the Rat God, the rat warriors will be able to compete with the clan warriors."

force!

"Remember, from this moment on, you are no longer pigs and sheep to be slaughtered by others, but the most loyal, glorious, and brave warriors of the Great Horned Rat God. Hold your sword high, release your anger to your heart's content, and let all enemies

You all can see clearly how terrifying it is when the insignificant rat people in the past gather into a turbulent sea!"

Enthusiastic cheers erupted throughout the camp.

Amid the cheers, Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and carefully studied the "miraculous medicine" distributed to him.

He plucked a very soft and fine hair from his arm.

Pour spiritual energy into the hair, stretching it as hard and straight as a steel needle.

Then, carefully poke a small hole in the beeswax that is almost invisible to the naked eye.

Putting the small hole under the nasal cavity and sniffing carefully for a moment, Meng Chao smelled a rather familiar smell.

After pondering for a moment, he raised his eyebrows high.

Several raw materials contained in this "magic medicine" are similar to Longcheng's "magic capsule".

They are all highly stimulating medicines that can instantly amplify the secretion of dopamine, enkephalin, adrenaline and other hormones in the human body dozens of times, activate cell potential, and increase the efficiency of mitochondrial mass-to-energy conversion crazily.

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In Dragon City, the Divine Transformation Capsule can give ordinary gangsters the ability to temporarily compete with low-level extraordinary beings.

And this so-called "miraculous medicine given by the rat god" seems to be more irritating than the Shenbian capsule, and the medicinal effect should be better.

Of course, there is a price to pay for activating life potential.

In Longcheng, gangsters who took the Shenbian Capsule often died or were injured after a fierce battle. In the best case, they would collapse to the ground due to exhaustion and have to rest for ten and a half months before they can regain their strength.

The worst-case scenario is that it spontaneously combusts on the spot, or that all the water in the body evaporates and is burned alive into a mummy.

Come to think of it, the price you pay for taking "the magic medicine given by the rat god" will only be even more tragic.

But for the fugitives, this is the only way they can compete with the pursuers.

After receiving weapons, food and magic medicine, the centurion set off immediately.

The state of the forced march today is even worse than yesterday.

On the one hand, they knew that the pursuers were behind them, and they would even take advantage of galloping horses to get in front of them from the flanks at any time.

No matter how high their morale is, the rat people are still a little uneasy.

Regardless of fear or excitement, it will cause the body to stiffen, deform the movements, and waste a lot of energy when the speed slows down.

On the other hand, just one night's rest could not fully make up for the overdraft of their physical fitness and health during the process of escaping from Noire City.

The tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and it would not be so easy to pick up again.

No matter how the experienced old bearskin or the powerful round-bone bat directed them, they could not keep this hundred-man army in its most basic marching formation.

Many of the rat people had their eyes widened, their arms stretched out, and bundles of thick green veins protruded. At the slightest movement, or even the frightened birds in the forest flying "Puff, Puff, Puff", they would draw their swords, as if they were coming.

Enemy.

It was literally the wind and the cranes, and the grass and trees were all at war.

They marched in this way until noon, when they had gone twenty or thirty miles and found a lake formed by the gathering of springs.

The lake is not big and was used as a watering place by tens of thousands of escapees. The lake is almost dry and is surrounded by messy footprints.

Further forward from this lake, the wilderness is divided into two distinct parts by the meandering tributaries of the Turan River.

To the left is an endless grassland. The dense grass often grows to waist height, even reaching the rat people's chests and heads.

On the right side, due to the influence of the underground spiritual veins, there are countless mandala trees dozens of meters high. At this moment, they are full of huge colorful flowers.

The datura tree has been genetically modified to have an extremely developed root system.

In many places where crystal veins are extremely deep, the root system can even grow to dozens of times the size of a tree crown, sucking every bit of spiritual energy deep into the ground into the body.

With this advantage, few plants can compete with it.

Except for a very few companion plants that are beneficial to its own growth, it is impossible for weeds to thrive next to the datura tree.

Moreover, high orcs like to build towns next to datura groves.

Not only is it convenient for them to harvest food, trunks, branches and leaves at any time, it is also an indispensable raw material for building towns and daily life.

Therefore, in the not too dense mandala forest, there are still several roads that have obviously been artificially repaired.

One of the straight roads even passed through a mandala tree, which could not be hugged by more than a dozen strong men. It was called the "King of Trees". It seemed that a tunnel had been opened on the trunk, which was a wonderful sight.

Although the road on the right is obviously better than the left.

But Old Bear Skin and Round Bone Stick still chose to turn left without hesitation.

Judging from the direction of the footprints everywhere, all the escapees in front of them also made the same choice.

Of course.

The right side seems to be a smooth road, but for the pursuers, it is also a thoroughfare.

Because the root system of the mandala tree is too developed, the forest is not too lush, and it has been manually cut down. There are also criss-crossing roads distributed in it. It is not an obstacle at all to the centaur warriors who are a man and a horse.

There are towns of the Bloodhoof clan ahead. Even if the defenders are old, weak, sick and disabled, it is more than enough to intercept the ragtag group that hastily formed an army.

The grassland on the left looks like a vast plain.

But the tall grass is the best cover for the escapees.

Moreover, there are many rodents on the grassland that are good at digging holes. The seemingly flat grassland may be full of pits. If the pursuers dare to let go of their speed, they may stumble at any time.

The fugitives want to go to the junction of the Bloodhoof Clan territory and the Golden Clan territory and travel through the grassland. Although it will take a little more trouble, the probability of escaping is greatly improved.

Meng Chao stayed beside the messy footprints for a long time.

While most of the rat people were drinking heavily from the lake, he stretched out his fingers, quickly wiped a little mud, and brought it under his nose to sniff it carefully.

Then, as if he had discovered something, his eyes emitted a sharp light and scanned the surroundings, especially the direction of the mandala forest.

"what have you found?"

Ice Storm stepped forward and asked.

"Do you know where these two roads lead?" Meng Chao pointed to the left and right sides of the lake.

On the right is a straight and flat road paved with rocks.

On the lush grassland on the left, there was originally no road, but now it has been trampled by hundreds of thousands of escapees, forming dozens of criss-crossing and intertwined paths like a tangled mess.

"On the left is the 'Xingkong Grassland', heading north for hundreds of miles, and then over a few mountains, to the 'Xingkong Rift Valley'. It is the lowest and most complex place in the entire Tulanze, and is more dangerous than the one to the north.

The 'Eternal Night Abyss' is no less impressive, and it is also the dividing line between the territories of the Bloodhoof Clan and the Golden Clan. It would not be surprising at all if the main force of the Great Horn Legion is stationed in the Hollow Rift Valley."

Although Ice Storm had stayed in Black Point City for two years, he had been thinking about his father who was in Red Gold City. Naturally, he often asked the merchant about the distance from Black Point City to Red Gold City and the topography along the way.

She said, "As for the right side, there is the 'War Drum Forest'. It is said that it has been blessed by the sacred ancestors. The mandala trees here bear huge and full fruits. When they are mature, they cannot be picked at all."

You can only let them fall to the ground with a "bang bang bang bang" sound, like war drums that are constantly beating. It is considered one of the important food production areas of the Bloodhoof clan.

"In order to transport a large amount of Datura fruits, so many wide and flat roads were opened in the forest. Moreover, a town with a population of 100,000, Zhangu City, was built deep in the forest. There are several tribes with thousands of years of history living in the city.

The wealthy clan has a large number of elite warriors stationed there. Their duty is to guard the granary and guard against any unsighted guys from the Golden Clan who come to War Drum Forest to take advantage."

Meng Chao thought thoughtfully: "That is to say, once a fugitive chooses to walk through the War Drum Forest, he will easily fall into a desperate situation with pursuers behind and interceptions in front?"

"Of course."

Ice Storm said, "Any escapee who comes here will turn his attention to Xingkong Grassland. If he goes to War Drum Forest, he will definitely be a dead end!"

"That would be interesting."

Meng Chao took a few steps to the right, squatted on the ground, and carefully observed the remaining clues on the ground.

After a while, he picked up an insignificant object from the mud with his thumb and little finger.

"This is..." Ice Storm raised his eyebrows slightly.

"A hair." Meng Chao said.

"A hair?" Ice Storm didn't understand what he meant.

In the past day and night, at least hundreds of thousands or more escapees passed through here.

The war is chaotic, there are people walking around each other, and a few hairs are falling off, what kind of problem is that?

"This is no ordinary hair."

Meng Chao said calmly, "Judging from its luster, elasticity and toughness, this is a hair that fell from an elite warrior with full blood, strong spiritual energy, and incomparable totem power surging within his body.

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"Hair is the first element of blood. People who suffer from long-term malnutrition will definitely have hair withered and split, and will break at the touch of a touch.
Chapter completed!