Ratfolk are not stupid.

From a certain level, in order to survive, they, who were relatively weak in combat power, had to rack their brains and inspire more wisdom than the clan warriors.

And the rat people who can break out of Black Corner City and break into Xingkong Grassland are the best ones who have been screened by life and death.

After being enlightened by Meng Chao, many people suddenly realized.

What determines victory or defeat is not only fighting power, but also fighting will.

Even if the combat power of the centaur warriors is more than ten times that of theirs, there is no benefit to the former from playing a lose-lose game with the latter who is crazy and fighting to the death.

Winning is a matter of course. At most, it will satisfy the pleasure of killing. It is impossible to collect too valuable trophies from the rat people, and it will also consume a lot of war resources and precious time.

If you lose, you will be completely destroyed.

Like all high orcs, centaur warriors are not afraid of death.

If the opponent is the liger warriors of the Golden Clan, or the magicians and night watchmen of the Land of Holy Light, I believe that the centaur warriors will rush forward like chicken blood, and look forward to death.

Even if their flesh and blood bodies were torn to pieces by extremely powerful enemies.

There must also be contented smiles on their heads flying high.

Because at the moment before death, they know very well that their souls will definitely turn into dazzling golden light, piercing the top of the holy mountain, and join the eternal glory of the ancestors.

However, in a boring game of chasing down the rat people, he lost his way in the gutter and was dragged into hell by the rat people to be buried with him?

Not to mention eternal glory, I'm afraid they will be recorded in the image of clowns in funny poems with weird tunes, and be sung with ridicule by people for thousands of years, right?

For any clan warrior, this is a horrifying way to die.

Some people do the beheading business, but no one does the loss-making business. As long as the rat people can show a tough enough attitude, "hunting down the fugitives" will become a loss-making business. Centaur warriors will not do it for the sake of Noire City, for the sake of bull heads.

The humans and the quilboars are spending their money!

"We have a real chance of survival!"

After thinking about this, the expressions and temperaments of all the rat people changed completely in an instant.

They are also not afraid of death.

But the hope of victory, or at least the hope of heroic sacrifice, will always make the burning flames of war grow even higher.

The eyes of Old Bear Skin and Round Bone Stick changed again when they looked at Meng Chao.

It was like looking at the officers, witch doctors and priests of the Great Horn Legion, full of awe.

"You, you are..."

Round Bone Stick hesitated for a moment, then stammered and asked.

"My name is 'Reaper'. I am a servant in the Blood Skull Arena. I once served as the captain of the 'Frost Queen' Ice Storm's personal soldiers." Meng Chao said cheerfully.

Along the way, he carefully observed the rat people following him.

It was found that most of them were slave workers who originally lived in the foundry area of ​​Noire City.

There are also a very few who are servants in other arenas.

But there are no servants or servants in the Bloodskull Arena.

Regardless of whether they are slaves, handymen or servants, it is obviously impossible for them to enter the Blood Skull Arena and enjoy the exciting fighting.

Moreover, Ice Storm has recruited a large number of servants to form its own team in the past few months.

For more than a year, she has been living alone, without teammates or subordinates.

Therefore, Meng Chao is not worried that the rat people in front of him will get more clues through their identity as "Ice Storm Soldier Captain".

Sure enough, many rat people present had heard of the names of "Frost Queen and Ice Storm, the first of the four aces of the Blood Skull Arena".

I know this is a ruthless man with a great reputation.

But I have never been to the scene to watch the ice storm battle.

I don't know that Ice Storm is not good at commanding battles, and her soldier captain shouldn't know so many things.

They instinctively felt that since Ice Storm was a notoriously ruthless person and her soldier captain was so calm and composed, only by following his instructions would they have a chance of survival and survive in death!

"My master is a snow leopard warrior. He is not from the Bloodhoof family. He has not been trusted by the controller of the Bloodskull Arena for a long time. Not long ago, he was attacked by the other party. Our servant team was also attacked.

When it came to the split, he was assigned to the master’s original rival.”

Meng Chao explained to Round Bone Stick and Old Bearskin, "Of course we don't want to follow the new master and become cannon fodder. When we were at a loss, we encountered the arrival of the Great Horned Rat God in Black Horn City.

"Honestly, I didn't know anything about the Horned Rat God before this.

"So, even if I was trapped in the surging rat tide and escaped from Black Corner City, I still had concerns in my heart and did not fully confess my identity.

"Until now, I have discovered that if we don't treat each other honestly and work together, there will only be a dead end.

"so……"

These words completely dispelled the doubts of Old Bearskin and Round Bone Rod.

Of course, they never doubted Meng Chao's loyalty in the first place.

On the one hand, they are just insignificant fugitives who are bound to die.

To expose your identity to just a few hundred fugitives?

There is no need at all.

On the other hand, they are full of fanatical belief in the Great Horned Rat God, and do not believe that there are still rat people who will degenerate and help others after receiving the blessings of the Great Horned Rat God.

Meng Chao's suggestion was fully accepted by the two Great Horn Legion soldiers.

The rest of the escapees all obeyed the plan and found a piece of relatively dry grass a little further upwind from the bloody battlefield and lay down in their clothes.

Naturally, I couldn't sleep for a while.

Especially in the dead of night, when there is no sound, the screams from the distance are even more piercing, like frozen steel needles, piercing their ears and eyes one by one.

"This is someone who was running around at night, and the pursuers happened to notice the rustling movement in the grass."

Meng Chao said, "Even the eyesight of the clan warriors will be greatly reduced in the second half of the night when they can't see their fingers. As long as we don't make too much noise, the pursuers will not be able to find us until dawn."

I don’t know if these words had any effect.

Or it was because he was exhausted from running for days, his tense nerves relaxed slightly, and fatigue rushed into his brain like a flood.

Soon, dozens of rat people fell into a deep sleep.

However, they still moved their eyes at a strange frequency in their sleep.

The oscillation of brain waves is also different from the usual deep sleep after extreme overdraft.

They are still dreaming.

Meng Chao's heart moved, he closed his eyes slightly, used spiritual energy to massage the cerebral cortex, and entered a light sleep state.

Suddenly, under the bright red sun, the majestic Great Horned Rat God descended to earth like a god from heaven, inspecting the steel battle formation composed of thousands of rat people.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were like two burning fireflies, and their gazes were as sharp as blades.

"The information implanted in the brains of these rat people last night is still working subtly.

"I'm afraid tonight these rat people will still dream about the Great Horned Rat God and the Great Horned Legion.

"In this way, when they wake up tomorrow morning, their will to fight will become even stronger.

"No wonder, it is the power that can shake the thousand-year ruling order of Turanze. I am really looking forward to meeting the person who shaped this power!"

At this time, Ice Storm also opened his eyes next to Meng Chao.

Looking at each other, the two of them did not speak, but held their breath at the same time, raised their ears, and listened to all the breathing and heartbeats around them.

After ensuring that all the rat warriors, including Old Bearskin and Round Bone Rod, were immersed in the information implanted deep in their brains and the sweet dreams weaved by them, the two quietly withdrew from the camp.

Although Meng Chao was talking eloquently just now, he seemed to be somewhat sure of victory.

But both he and Ice Storm knew full well that what he was talking about was only a theoretical possibility.

"Lie on your back on the ground and wait for the centaur warrior's iron hooves to trample you. If you are lucky enough not to trample yourself, point your sword upward and stab the centaur warrior hard."

Basically, the probability of such a good thing happening is almost the same as "a sliding shovel knocks down a tiger, then the blade is pointed upward, and the impact of the tiger's attack is used to cut open the tiger's belly."

Of course, if the two heavy weights of Meng Chao and Ice Storm are placed on one end of the scale of victory, then the dream may come true no matter how slim the probability is.

However, they must find more rat people in order to disrupt the pursuit of the soldiers and conceal the existence of these two weights, no, "weighing weights".

Fortunately, for rat people and low-level warriors, the almost impenetrable shady secrets are not a big problem for masters like Meng Chao and Ice Storm.

Infusing spiritual energy into their mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and hair all over their bodies, all movement and movement within a radius of several hundred meters, including the heat released by living creatures, continuously poured into their sensory nerves.

They instantly targeted hundreds of rat people.

These small groups of rat people were all trapped in darkness, fatigue, pain, and screams in the distance. They huddled deep in the grass and were in a dilemma.

Originally, the fate that awaited them was to sit back and wait for the bloody dawn to come, and be overtaken and slaughtered by the recuperating centaur warriors.

Now, in a trance, they heard a sound that seemed to come from the clouds, but also from the abyss, and more like it came directly from their heads.

"stand up."

A solemn-sounding voice said, "Keep moving forward, there is hope ahead!"

The eyes of these exhausted, dim-eyed escapees who had almost given up on life all widened.

For a moment, there was deathly silence all around, and the stars and the bright moon were covered by dark clouds. They could not see or hear anything, as if they were trapped in an endless swamp called "death".

But the next moment, the voice that seemed to have light sounded from the depths of their brains and hearts again.

"Stand up and have courage."
Chapter completed!