Even an extremely ferocious warg shivered like a frightened rabbit in the face of a violent snowstorm.

They desperately moved closer to each other, clustered into mountains of flesh, and used the warmth of the group to resist the harsh nature.

However, among the wargs, there are also some small trembling humanoid figures with sparse hair.

That is naturally the Saint of Ancient Dreams and others, the rat slave workers responsible for taking care of the wargs.

Meng Chao heard the veterans of the Big Horn Legion talk about the origin of the Saint of Ancient Dreams.

Knowing that before she received the revelation from the Great Horned Rat God, she was a slave of a certain settlement of the wolf tribe, responsible for taking care of the most important asset of the wolf tribe, the warg who served as a mount.

This is not an easy job.

Wargs are ferocious and unruly by nature, and are completely different from war horses.

If anyone other than the owner dares to get close, they will easily become a meal in their belly.

Tulanze, like the Monster Mountain Range, is affected by underground spiritual veins and is a place where extreme weather occurs frequently.

Once encountering extreme weather in the wilderness, if the wargs are stimulated and go crazy, it will be difficult for the breeders to escape, and they will be torn into pieces and die without a burial place.

Such a shocking and life-threatening test.

This is the daily life of the Ancient Dream Saint before she turned sixteen.

Meng Chao originally thought that the lives of the teenagers in Dragon City living in the era of monster wars were already "precarious and miserable."

After comparing with the Saint of Ancient Dreams, he realized that the young people in Dragon City were like flowers in a greenhouse, and their lives were endlessly happy and stable.

Follow the river of memory of the Ancient Dream Saint and continue towards the source.

Meng Chao found more of the most impressive memory scenes of the daughter of the Ancient Dream Saint.

In one of the pictures, the Saint of Ancient Dreams, who seems to be less than ten years old, has an unstable-looking rope tied around her waist, and she is carefully clinging to the cliff, with a mandala tree growing out at an angle.

Between the branches.

There was an abyss beneath her feet.

The howling wind was like the roar of a hungry dragon.

Every branch around her, including her bones and nerves, all trembled with the roar, making a cracking sound.

In front of her is a large, round, fragrant golden fruit with gorgeous patterns on its surface.

She stood on tiptoes, grasped a cluster of branches with her left hand, and stretched out her right hand with all her strength, already touching the uneven natural lines on the surface of the golden fruit.

But this golden fruit was too big, bigger than her head and three times the size of her young hands, so it couldn't be grasped with one hand.

If she wanted to successfully pick the golden fruit, she could only let go of her left hand and pull hard with both hands.

The degree of danger can be imagined.

"Throw it over!"

Behind her, someone shouted viciously, "Throw the golden fruit over here!"

Even deep in the memory, the sound is still like a poisonous blade with serrations and barbs, making people feel sick and creepy.

The Ancient Dream Saint took a deep breath, gently hooked the branch with her toes, slowly released her left hand, and stretched out towards the golden fruit.

Then, with a sudden force, he successfully picked the golden fruit from the branch.

"Aha!"

The shouts behind her became more and more excited, "Good job, run over here and throw it as hard as you can!"

The Saint of Ancient Dreams nodded and raised the golden fruit high above her head.

Just when I was about to exert my strength, an accident happened.

Maybe it's because she moves too much.

Or perhaps the delicate branches on the top of the mandala tree cannot support the weight of the pillar plus the golden fruit for a long time.

Just a "click" sound was heard, and several branches under his feet broke.

The Saint of Ancient Dreams, who was holding the golden fruit in both hands, had no way to use her strength, so she suddenly fell from the mandala tree and fell into the abyss.

Fortunately, the thin rope around her waist saved her life.

She was suspended in mid-air, constantly rubbed and bumped against the uneven rock wall, causing bruises all over her body and bruises on her nose and face.

But the golden fruit fell out of his hand, fell into the abyss, and disappeared.

Meng Chao felt that at this time, the Saint of Ancient Dreams was not at all grateful to have survived the disaster.

The memory fragments are filled with fatigue that is stronger than death.

On the cliff, the master had already begun to curse loudly for wasting his trust in her and giving her the opportunity to pick such precious golden fruits.

However, she betrayed her master's trust and wasted the precious resources given to the Turan people by the ancestral spirit. She was very likely to offend the ancestral spirit and bring disaster to her master.

When the master dragged her up, he had to whip her severely with a long whip of burning thorns in order to appease the anger of the ancestral spirit.

The Gumeng Saint, who was not yet ten years old, was indifferent to the coming whipping.

Because, it's like struggling to survive among hungry wargs and blood-stained minions in the near future.

This is just her daily life and that of all the rat people who have been bullied and harmed for thousands of years.

At this moment when her life was hanging by a thread, the Saint of Ancient Dreams did not care about whipping or death.

Even the bloody wounds caused by the impact on the cliff did not occupy much storage space in her memory database.

She just squinted her eyes and sniffed hard at the fingers that had just touched the golden fruit and still had a few strands of strange fragrance left.

If I had known earlier, this golden fruit would fall into the abyss.

She really should have taken a big bite just now and tasted what the legendary golden fruit tasted like.

There are several memory scenes after that.

They are all scenes of the ancient dream saint wandering around in Turanze, being bullied and enslaved by others.

She picked golden fruits on the cliffs.

He was also trafficked to a glorious city like Black Point City and became a garbage bug. He was forced to get into the dark and smelly underground sewage pipes to clean up the garbage that the clan warriors continuously discharged.

He was also caught by private hunters and taken to the mountains to serve as bait to lure totem beasts out to hunt.

Before she was ten years old, the Saint of Ancient Dreams had already engaged in more than a dozen dangerous and arduous jobs, tasted all the warmth and cold in the world, and endured pain that even a teenager in Dragon City might not be able to endure in ten lifetimes.

The only thing that supported her to continue struggling and live in such a dark abyss where life was worse than death was probably those fragmented dreams.

Meng Chao found many fragmented memory scenes deep in the memory database of the Saint of Ancient Dreams that clearly did not belong to her.

In some memory fragments, she turned into a majestic clan warrior, practicing like crazy, or enjoying a sumptuous banquet.

In some memory fragments, although she is still a rat citizen, she still has a warm family and can lie in the arms of her parents and enjoy short-term comfort.

There are also some bizarre memory fragments, which don't even seem like things that happened in this era, but rather like fairy tales that happened in a fairyland a long, long time ago.

Meng Chao's mind was spinning and he quickly reacted.

This is indeed not the memory of the Saint of Ancient Dreams.

It's someone else's dream.

The Saint of Ancient Dreams should be born with the ability to "sneak into other people's dreams".

However, her abilities had not fully evolved before she was ten years old.

It is not possible to implant beliefs deep into other people's minds through dreams.

You can only peep into other people's lives through dreams.

Use the rich and colorful lives of others to illuminate your own barren and painful life and gain illusory warmth.

If this is the case, there is a very reasonable explanation for how the Saint of Ancient Dreams was selected by the mastermind behind the scenes.

It is most likely that when she was acting as a wolf slave and taking care of the wargs, she habitually used her ability to sneak into the dream of the mastermind behind the scenes, and the mastermind behind the scenes discovered her peculiarity.

The mastermind behind the scenes found the treasure and made her into the "spokesperson of the Horned Rat God in Turanze".

The river of memory of the Ancient Dream Saint is about to reach its end.

Most of the "balloon jellyfish" floating here are dim and hazy, missing a lot of details, and even distorted beyond recognition.

These should all be the early memories of the Ancient Dream Saint before she was five or six years old.

It is said that it is not until the age of four that the memory storage area in the brain gradually develops and humans can remember some things.

But most memories lack sounds and images, and are just an elusive feeling.

Meng Chao frowned slightly.

Until now, he still has not found any important evidence that the mastermind behind the scenes is manipulating the Ancient Dream Saint.

The early memories of the Ancient Dream Saint lack the value of retrieval and analysis.

He didn't know how long he could lurk in the memory database of the Ancient Dream Saint without being noticed by the Ancient Dream Saint and the mastermind behind it.

I couldn't help but feel anxious.
Chapter completed!