Everything that happened next was so logical.

After finally reaching the forest clearing, the rat warriors, who were deeply attracted by the Datura fruit, had lost all strength and courage.

Not to mention fighting to the death with the wolf cavalry who are armed to the teeth.

They couldn't even muster the will to kill themselves with a knife.

Like loose puppets, manipulated by the strings condensed by the aroma, they rushed toward the steaming cauldron in a daze and involuntarily.

Waiting for them to gorge themselves, you fight for it, like vicious dogs pouncing on food, they sweep away all the large pots lined up in a row, holding their bellies in their hands and letting out hot burps.

Besides surrendering, is there any other option?

After all, many of them had already surrendered once.

Needless to say, whether the last surrender was forced by the situation, a last resort, or even a deliberate attempt to deceive the stupid Wolf King.

Surrendering is like lying, there is only a difference between zero and ten thousand times.

Once you fall into the abyss and are covered in mud, you can never get clean.

In addition, many rat warriors, who were originally domestic rats raised by "Jackal" Canus, were also noisy in the crowd, saying, "Even the Great Horned Rat God has abandoned us. We have been able to persist to this point.

Be worthy of yourself and everyone".

As a result, the wolf cavalry captured ten times more surrendered soldiers than their own without any effort and without even shedding a drop of blood.

When these descendants spread the news that "Lord Canus is magnanimous and does not blame the common rat people for their crimes, and also prepared a large amount of food in order to save our lives", the news was sent back to the chaotic position of the Great Horn Legion.

The large-scale surrender was like an avalanche of snowballs that grew bigger and bigger.

On multiple fronts, the wolf cavalry did not even need to show up. They only used strong bows and powerful crossbows to shoot a wolf claw battle flag representing "Jackal" Canus from a distance.

It was enough to make hundreds of rat warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles and were covered with scars, who were enough to drag countless wolf warriors into hell in real fights, to put down their weapons.

The only casualties suffered by the rat warriors after they surrendered often occurred when the wolf cavalry were distributing food. Either the rat warriors were fighting for the food, and the rat warriors beat them to death, or they were too impatient and suddenly

He swallowed so much food that his belly burst open.

Such an ugly and unbearable scene has made many rat warriors who are still persisting completely despair. They loosen their weapons in lamentation, close their eyes, and let the unpredictable fate push them into the distance of no return.

Of course, there are millions of people in the Big Horn Legion. Even if there are still one tenth or even one percent of the people who are determined and outstanding, who are unwilling to abandon the journey made of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the total number will be

Very impressive numbers.

Many of the front-line combat troops who stormed Hundred Blades City had gathered most of the entire Big Horn Legion's military rations and weapons reserves, and had not yet been forced into a desperate situation.

If only the Ancient Dream Saint could give them clear and definite instructions.

No matter what the instruction actually is.

Even if he breaks out of the encirclement and marches towards the Red Gold City, he will show off the final glory of the rat warriors in front of the most powerful liger warriors in Turanze.

They will all be happy and enjoy it without any hesitation.

The problem is that since midnight, these front-line troops who are still loyal to the Saint of the Ancient Dream and have maintained the final military discipline and combat effectiveness have not received orders from the Saint of the Ancient Dream.

No matter how the messengers killed one wolf after another, thousands of handwritten military orders were urgently delivered.

It was the commander and the priest who accompanied the army who got it from the dream in a trance, directly from the revelation of the ancient dream saint.

Nothing at all.

Whenever the commander and the army priests placed a statue of the skull rat god carved from white jade, they sat cross-legged in front of the statue, stared into the eyes of the statue, entered a state of deep meditation, and tried to take the initiative to communicate with the Saint of Ancient Dreams in their dreams.

when.

Or, they will fall into a whirlpool of thinking in a trance, be overwhelmed by the stormy waves of brain waves, and the temperature of the brain will rise sharply, approaching the limit of spontaneous combustion, or even really burning out the brain.

Or, they will see the zombie rat god rotting and transforming into a giant in their dreams, constantly releasing extremely desperate emotions towards them.

Affected by this emotion, they lost the ability to control the totem armor and became original warriors.

He just lost the last bit of fighting spirit and led his troops towards the edge of the battlefield like a zombie to surrender to "Jackal" Canus.

Those relatively smart commanders and priests who accompanied the army no longer dared to contact the Saint of Ancient Dreams rashly.

But on their own, even if they want to break out of the encirclement and continue the struggle of thousands of rat people, where should they go?

At the critical moment when the group is leaderless and falling apart.

Meng Chao bypassed two surrendering barracks that had surrendered and put on the wolf's claw battle flag.

As well as three teams of wolf cavalry with vigorous looks, constantly shuttling between the surrender barracks, searching for the unyielding and the rebels.

Arriving at the outskirts of the area controlled by the Big Horn Legion, we found an inconspicuous mountain valley.

This place is quite far away from Hundred Blades City, Red Gold City and the main thoroughfare of the Golden Clan, so it is not a strategic location for the army to attack.

There are countless rock crevices and caves hidden in the mountains. At first glance, they all look the same. No one knows which rock crevice is behind the cave. However, the caves and caves are connected and intertwined. Many caves have underground rivers deep in them.

, leading directly to the surrounding mountains and rivers.

If you want to search all the caves.

A hundred thousand troops, even if it takes a year and a half, may not be enough.

Meng Chao has never been to this area.

Of course, I haven't gone deep into any caves.

But he was moving forward quickly in the depths of the cave where the paths were winding and bifurcated, and he was familiar with the road.

Not just because there is a faint scent of tracking potion floating in the air.

Even more so because he "saw" the footprints.

Footprints left by the ice storm.

Every three to five meters, the ice storm deliberately left a footprint on the ground where the temperature was three to five degrees lower than the surroundings.

It's absolutely impossible to see it with the naked eye.

Only those who are very familiar with ice storms and have awakened extraordinary vision and can perceive subtle differences in surface temperature of objects can "see" the faint blue "beacons" one by one.

Until the third fork in the road.

Meng Chao suddenly stopped.

Open your arms and wrap them behind your head, first slowly turning three times clockwise, and then one and a half times counterclockwise.

This is the joint action agreed between him and Ice Storm.

If someone else came here pretending to be him, there would be no way he would do something similar.

He felt like two ice pick-like eyes scanning every pore of his body.

That's the gaze of an ice storm.

I believe that the ice storm has been fully prepared deep in the cave.

If the person who came was not him, he would be greeted by a barrage of ice picks.

There was a "click-click" sound from deep in the cave.

Like an ice storm removing the jagged ice picks.

Meng Chao breathed a sigh of relief before walking deeper into the cave.

This cave seems to be moistened by the underground spiritual veins.

The rocks exude a crystal clear and magnificent luster.

It's like clusters of blue ice flowers growing out of the ground.

Ice Storm sat cross-legged in front of a huge ice flower.

And deep inside this ice flower, there is a vague thing that seems to be sealed in a human form.

That is the ancient dream saint.

"Is she okay?"

Meng Chao took a closer look, but under the cover of frost, he could not clearly see the appearance of the Saint of Ancient Dreams. He could only sense her weak magnetic field of life, which was as weak as a candle, and would be torn to pieces by the storm of death at any time.

"It's okay for the time being, but the situation is very unstable. There are faint signs of bleeding and failure in the internal organs. The brain is more like a pot of boiling mandala soup. It is possible that your entire head will be burned into a lump of coke at any time.

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Ice Storm explained, "I don't know how long it will take you to get rid of the assassin and break through the encirclement, so I can only freeze her first to prevent the spread and aggravation of the injury."

This is because liquid expands in volume when it freezes.

If the temperature is slowly lowered, the frozen cells will explode due to their own expansion. Even if the temperature is raised again, it is impossible to regain activity.

However, for an expert like Ice Storm who is good at manipulating ice, it is a sure thing to instantly drop the temperature to dozens of degrees below zero or even hundreds of degrees, freezing the cells before they have time to expand, thus maintaining the activity inside the cells.
Chapter completed!