In the worship of countless warriors.

These seriously injured warriors who had no hope of treatment all turned into shining heroic spirits and flew to the top of the holy mountain, the shining temple.

The dream ended with their hearty laughter.

When Meng Chao woke up and returned to the real world, he found that dozens of huge firewood piles had been set up around the wounded barracks.

The priests of the Great Horn Legion are smearing grease on the wood pile and adding fuel.

Several piles of firewood have been ignited, and raging flames have risen into the sky, reaching a height of nearly a hundred arms, like shining lighthouses.

I don’t know what kind of combustion accelerant the priests added to the firewood pile. When it burned, it made a crackling sound, and from time to time, colorful flames spewed out, condensing into a vicious beast with teeth and claws in mid-air.

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And when Meng Chao squinted his eyes and looked carefully toward the middle of the firewood pile.

He found that the "well"-shaped firewood pile was filled with grotesque corpses.

All the seriously wounded among the seriously wounded died last night.

Perhaps the Saint of Ancient Dreams fulfilled their last wish in their dreams, letting them know that their destination was not the abyss of darkness, but the eternal battlefield and feast.

They were finally able to leave this world full of pain and chaos contentedly and fly into the arms of the Great Horned Rat God.

Follow the funeral rites of a high orc.

The more wounds there are on the body of a warrior who died in a fierce battle, the more miserable it looks, and the more it represents bravery and glory.

If the death is not tragic enough.

Often, the respected elders of the clan, or the strong and fierce men, are often asked to mutilate the corpse again.

As for the seriously wounded among these, the bodies were originally torn to pieces like rag dolls that had been run over by a steel chariot, so there was no need to waste this procedure.

The flames gradually burned away their bodies.

And their souls are destined to fly to the Holy Mountain, stay with all the most powerful warriors in Turanze throughout the ages, and, under the control of the Great Horned Rat God, continue to protect all rat people fighting for freedom and dignity.

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Because most of the people in the wounded barracks had the same dream as Meng Chao, and "saw" the scene of these seriously wounded soldiers turning into light and flying up to the holy mountain.

Therefore, this grand and solemn funeral not only did not bring any sadness.

On the contrary, all the wounded soldiers who survived were extremely excited.

Everyone was discussing the incredible dreams with each other, and they were just a little annoyed. If only they could be more ferocious and brave in the fierce battle, and when they rushed towards the wolf elite, the impact could be stronger, allowing the enemy's swords and minions to penetrate directly.

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Then, it was you who ascended to the Holy Mountain last night and enjoyed the eternal feast!

However, there is no need to rush.

After capturing Hundred Blades City, the next target is Red Gold City.

Facing the extremely vicious wolves, tigers and leopards, they always have the chance to die heroically.

The funeral was presided over by the Saint of Ancient Dreams herself.

When the corpses of the warriors turned into light that filled the sky, she had been playing the melodious and brisk tune that Meng Chao had heard in his dream on the makeshift altar.

Regardless of looking at the ancient dream saint at this moment, she is just as ordinary and weak as she was in the dream. Except for the pair of eyes with two pupils respectively, there is nothing special about her, and there is no "big horned rat"

"God's spokesman on earth".

But Meng Chao could tell how powerful she was from her flute sound, which was like flowing water.

The huge wounded barracks could accommodate nearly 10,000 wounded soldiers. There were coughs, moans and painful wails everywhere, making it noisier than a packed arena.

However, the Saint of Ancient Dreams used a small recorder to spread her voice to the ears of the wounded even lying on the outermost edge, and used the brain waves simulated by the sound of the flute to interfere with the brains of the wounded.

And this kind of interference lasted for a whole day, until the corpses of all the warriors who died heroically were burned, and the belief that "the warriors all turned into heroes and flew to the top of the holy mountain" was like a red-hot steel seal, deeply rooted in my heart.

Imprinted on the cerebral cortex of the survivors.

Meng Chao's will was as strong as iron, and he knew what was going on from the beginning.

From time to time, images of countless heroic spirits turning into balls of light and flying up into the shining clouds still appeared in front of them.

How can ordinary rat people resist such temptation?

When they return from injury, they will definitely perform a hundred times more bravely and crazily in the next battle than in this ambush battle!

From this point of view, no matter whether the Ancient Dream Saint is really the "spokesperson of the Rat God" or not.

She is a true psychic expert and a master of mental attacks.

Perhaps, it is comparable to the demon gods "Abyss Demonic Eye" and "Wisdom Tree" that Meng Chao encountered in the Monster Mountain Range.

Of course, the information that can be collected through such long-distance observation is too vague.

No matter how much Meng Chao mobilized his spiritual energy, filled his eyes, and activated his extraordinary vision, he still could not clearly see the facial features of the Saint of Ancient Dreams hidden by the skull rat mask.

It is even more impossible to judge by reading her micro-expressions whether she treats so many brave warriors of the rat people who are not afraid of death simply as cannon fodder and chess pieces, or whether she sincerely believes that all those who died heroically in this war are

Everyone can fly to the holy mountain, become a member of the ancestral spirit, and enjoy the eternal feast.

After all, the Saint of Ancient Dreams is an accomplice of the careerists. She knows clearly that the Great Horned Rat God does not exist, but she willingly acts as a savior and helps the careerists pretend to be gods.

He is still a ignorant puppet who has no idea that careerists are planning and controlling everything behind the scenes.

Understanding this is crucial to Meng Chao's follow-up plans.

The opportunity to have close contact with the Saint of Ancient Dreams soon appeared.

Ye Zi is right. Every time a fierce battle ends, after presiding over the funeral and offering sacrifices to the Rat God and the heroic spirits who sacrificed their lives, the Saint of Ancient Dreams will personally come to each seriously injured person and, on behalf of the Great Horned Rat God, perform rituals on them.

With the most sacred blessings.

Meng Chao's wonderful performance in the ambush battle played a key role.

Apart from the seriously wounded who had just died, he was among the most seriously injured among the surviving warriors.

Therefore, they were among the first to receive blessings from the Ancient Dream Saint.

It wasn't until he observed every move of the Saint of Ancient Dreams at close range that Meng Chao understood why Ye Zi said that everyone in the Big Horn Legion treated the Saint of Ancient Dreams in her normal state as the girl next door or even her own sister.

If he hadn't just sensed that she was on the altar, she would have released a steady stream of brain waves through the mysterious flute sound, interfering with the brains of thousands of wounded people.

Meng Chao couldn't feel at all that there was even a trace of the aura of a strong person on her body.

And when she was concentrating on examining the wounds of the wounded soldiers, and even changing the dressings of the wounded soldiers in person, regardless of the filth and smell, she showed the natural distress and concern, without the slightest hint of hypocrisy.

, overflowing with emotions that are connected by blood and empathize with each other.

Meng Chao guessed that if the saint was not controlled remotely and kept in the dark.

Then her acting skills have reached a level of proficiency, miraculous and incredible.

Soon, the Saint of Ancient Dreams came to Meng Chao's bed.

Meng Chao took a deep breath in his heart and sat up straight, pretending to be extremely enthusiastic and excited because of the arrival of the Ancient Dream Saint.

The Saint of Ancient Dreams was horrified and hurriedly supported him to prevent the wound from getting chapped and causing secondary damage.

However, when she was taking off the bandage and preparing to change Meng Chao's dressing, Saintess Gu Meng was surprised to find that this warrior, who was supposed to be severely burned, with charred skin and rotten flesh, was instead covered with large areas of scabs.

There are even many places where the scabs have cracked, and pink skin has grown underneath.

Such a powerful body's self-healing ability, coupled with Meng Chao's astonishing performance when he faced the wolf officer that day, carrying a giant steel shield and shaking the lava, finally made the Ancient Dream Saint become somewhat interested in him.

"I know you. You helped the 'Flag Capturers' seize the battle flag on the city tower at the foot of Hundred Blades City. You just joined the Bone Camp and participated in the ambush battle non-stop. You carried the giant steel shield and opened the way forward in the blazing flames!"

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The Saint of Ancient Dreams smiled, "I remember, your name was...'Tree Root', right?"

In Tulanze, where mandala trees grow everywhere, "roots" and "leaves" are common, commonplace and uncreative names.

There are at least thousands of "roots" and "leaves" in the entire Big Horn Legion.

Meng Chao chose this pseudonym casually, so he was naturally not afraid of being exposed.
Chapter completed!