Meng Chao believes that the answer must lie with the Saint of Ancient Dreams.

However, before meeting the Saint of Ancient Dreams, he had to go through the wounded barracks first.

In order to win this ambush, the Bone Battalion paid a very heavy price.

Almost all the warriors of the White Bone Camp are covered in scars, and many have lost one or even two limbs.

With the powerful vitality of the high-level orcs and the fanatical rat people using secret medicine to overdraw their life potential in the next few decades, even if the skin is torn and the bones are exposed, all it takes is the secret medicine to be applied, a simple bandage, and the priest's blessing.

, you can become lively again.

One can imagine how badly injured the warriors who were sent to the wounded barracks were to recuperate.

But Meng Chao must enter the wounded barracks.

Because Ye Zi had told him that the Ancient Dream Saint valued the warriors who fought to the death the most. Not only would she provide the best resources to the wounded barracks, she would also personally visit the seriously injured warriors in the wounded barracks after each battle, and even talk to each seriously injured warrior.

Talk cordially to show that you care.

It is not too difficult for Meng Chao to aggravate his injuries.

It is nothing more than controlling breathing, heartbeat and pulse, and deliberately secreting large amounts of body fluids, pretending to be signs of severe burns, organ failure and severe dehydration.

The difficulty is whether those high-ranking priests with piercing eyes will deeply scan and analyze his body.

What if, for the purpose of treatment, they invaded Meng Chao's body with spiritual energy and carefully sensed his internal organs?

You will definitely find that his cell activity is so powerful that he is simply a totem beast wearing human skin.

Fortunately, after this battle, there were too many seriously injured people.

Many warriors who took the secret medicine and fell into madness simply jumped into the bloody mouth of the wolf elite, trying to pierce the enemy's throat with their hard and sharp bones.

Even if such a brave and fearless warrior could survive, the severity of his injuries would be unimaginable.

Facing thousands of seriously wounded warriors, the witch doctors and priests of the Great Horn Legion were also extremely busy, and were temporarily unable to conduct bone-marrow examinations and treatments for every seriously wounded warrior.

A burn patient like Meng Chao can only apply burn ointment all over his body, and then wrap it carefully with a fragrant bandage soaked in secret medicine to ensure that the bacteria, which according to the advanced orcs, are evil forces, will not invade him.

in vivo.

Afterwards, he was sent to the wounded barracks for recuperation.

This played right into Meng Chao's intentions.

The Big Horn Legion cut down the jungle and built a large-scale wounded soldier camp not far from the ambush battlefield.

It contained high-energy food and powerful secret medicine that they had just seized from the wolf reinforcements and were originally going to be sent to Hundred Blades City.

It's a pity that as Meng Chao was "severely burned", he couldn't "come back to life" all at once and gobble it up.

He could only close his eyes for a long time and pretend to be drowsy.

At the same time, he secretly runs the spiritual magnetic force field to stimulate his brain, expand his five senses to the limit, and not let go of every slightest ripple of spiritual energy around him.

After three days of "sleeping" like this, he finally waited for the Saint of Ancient Dreams.

That's a new dawn.

All the seriously wounded were falling into a drowsy state after being smeared with a secret medicine that had the effect of calming the nerves and promoting sleep.

Even though several limbs were missing, the seriously injured person who was crying and howling in pain during the day was just frowning and moaning at the moment.

But their brains were rippled at the same time.

Meng Chao immediately discovered that brain waves with very strange frequencies were spreading in the wounded barracks.

Just like a pond when heavy rain hits, at first, there are just a few raindrops, dancing on the water in the pond, releasing circles of faint ripples.

Soon, the ripples continued to spread, the ripples collided wildly, and the raindrops became denser and denser, making the entire pond boil.

Including Meng Chao, all the seriously injured people had the same dream in the resonance of brain waves.

In a trance-like dream, all of them were sitting cross-legged under a towering and majestic mountain.

Even though they were still scarred, with limbs mutilated and even their intestines and stomachs rotten.

However, the blood and body fluids secreted from the wounds had a light golden texture, like some kind of molten metal, and shimmered faintly.

This gave their incomplete images a bit of the temperament of martyrs, making them appear so solemn and sacred.

among thousands of seriously injured people.

The girl with double eyes who once appeared in Meng Chao's dream, played the recorder, drove the swarm of skeleton rats, and flooded the glorious city, was floating high in the air.

She was still smiling and playing the recorder.

However, this time the sound of the flute is no longer weird and shrill, but is indescribably sweet and pleasant. As soon as it is heard, people forget all their anger, hatred, troubles and pain, and feel like letting go of everything and experiencing eternal tranquility.

Accompanied by the melodious sound of the flute.

Wisps of golden light flowed from the recorder.

It was like a golden ribbon, rippling in circles, gently wrapping around the seriously injured people sitting in the innermost layer, that is, around the girl with double pupils.

Meng Chao did not fall into an unextricable deep sleep like other seriously injured patients.

Even in the dream, he still maintains a fairly clear perception and the ability to control his own will.

In other words, for him, this is a "lucid dream".

He clearly saw that those entangled in the golden light threads were the seriously injured, those who were almost hopeless.

These seriously injured people either had half of their heads flattened by the mace of the elite wolf tribe through their helmets. Not only were their skulls shattered and deeply sunken, but even their eyes were squeezed out of their sockets.

Either half of the body was chopped off by the giant blade, or even half of the head was cut off, and the internal organs and even the brain were exposed to the air.

Either it was a really severe burn, with not even a single patch of intact skin to be found on the whole body.

Or maybe there are no big wounds on the surface, but the internal organs are steamed alive due to the stimulation of the secret medicine, which releases too high a temperature.

What if the people on earth suffered such serious injuries?

I'm afraid I'll die on the spot.

Even with the unparalleled vitality of the high-level orcs, coupled with the careful treatment of the witch doctors and priests, they could only barely delay the death for a few more days, and at the same time, it caused them more unnecessary pain.

At this moment, there was no expression of pain on the faces of these seriously injured people who were dying.

Many people have been asleep for several days and wake up from their dreams.

As the girl with double pupils "blows" more and more shining threads into their bodies.

Their mutilated and horrific bodies seemed to be assimilated by the golden light, gradually becoming crystal clear and shining with golden light.

It was as if they gradually got rid of the mass of flesh and blood and the shackles of gravity, and turned into something purely condensed by energy, like hundreds of golden balloons, swaying

Flying into the air.

They flew higher and higher, and gradually reached the halfway point of the majestic and towering mountain, which was under the clouds.

Those seriously injured people who were not entangled by the golden light threads and could only ascend were looking at these people with half confusion and half envy.

Suddenly, the crowd below became commotion.

Because a breeze blew away the clouds covering halfway up the mountain, revealing the scene on the top of the mountain.

I saw that on the top of this majestic mountain was a majestic and splendid palace.

Around the palace, there are hundreds of statues of warriors wearing helmets and carrying armor.

Each statue is at least hundreds of arms high, like a living ancestral spirit, wielding an indestructible weapon and releasing a thunderous roar.

However, compared with the sounds of swords clashing and roars that exploded in the sky like roaring waves, the sounds made by these statues were nothing compared to the sounds released from the palace.

In a daze, hallucinations appeared in front of all the seriously injured people.

They seemed to see in the palace on the top of the mountain, all the Turan warriors from ancient times to the present, all gathered together, drinking and devouring food happily, and after they were full of wine and food, they laughed wildly and jumped onto the arena, with the same brave warriors who died in different eras.

Warriors, engage in exciting duels.

Even if they were beaten to pieces in the duel, and even their heads and organs were smashed into pulp, it didn't matter. They would soon come back to life amidst the chorus of warriors singing and continue the next round of drinking and fierce fighting.

Just like this, it goes round and round, endlessly.

All the seriously injured people felt that their thoughts were being submerged by a scalding wave.

Their minds went blank, leaving only the ultimate shock and emotion.

"This is...the Holy Mountain!"

"It's the legendary holy mountain!"
Chapter completed!