The Ancient Dream Saint is as silent as a statue.

It was as if Meng Chao's words turned a deaf ear.

But on the mask that was as smooth as a mirror, a crack as thin as a hair appeared with a gentle "click" sound.

This shows that her subconscious is beginning to waver.

I have slight doubts about everything I once believed in.

Meng Chao was inspired and took advantage of the victory: "Have you realized the problem? Since I can sneak into the depths of your brain and secretly implant a false memory, why can't others?

"Even you yourself, the Saint of Ancient Dreams, don't you often spread your faith and instill your will to the warriors of the Great Horn Legion through dreams? How can you be sure that you saw what you saw in your dreams?

Is everything really a revelation from the Rat God, rather than the indoctrination of someone with ulterior motives?

"I know that it is a very painful and difficult thing to deny the belief that you give up everything and fight for it. However, for the future of the Great Horn Legion and the tomorrow of all rat people, as the army commander and spiritual leader, you,

You must shoulder the most arduous responsibility, doubt, think, and make correct judgments!"

The cracks on the mask of the Ancient Dream Saint are becoming more and more obvious.

Gradually branches appear and turn into fine spider webs.

Deep in the crack, the extremely painful emotions seemed to turn into thick black mist, spurting out from the "spider web".

"Yes, I really don't have any evidence to prove my guess. So, we might as well use common sense to sort out the situation at hand!"

Meng Chao raised his voice and continued shouting, "You will gather the most elite force of the Big Horn Legion, as well as all the hope of all the rat people to fight for freedom and dignity, in the hinterland of the Golden Clan, under the impregnable Hundred Blades City!

"Such a strategy not only puts the Big Horn Legion into a dilemma of running out of ammunition and food; it also causes the rat warriors to lose their most precious space for movement; moreover, it does not leave any opportunity for strategic changes or even a breakout, which is completely desperate.

Outlaw mentality.

“You seem to be pinning the future and destiny of all the rat people on ‘conquering the City of Hundred Blades’.

“Looking back at the Earth-shattering rise of the Great Horn Legion from the explosion in Blackhorn City, and its unstoppable march to this point, I can’t help but ask, isn’t there a more prudent strategic choice?

"For example, the Great Horn Legion can march towards the junction of the major clans, between the two or even three clans, and use the internal conflicts of the five clans to gain leverage, at least to gain some breathing space and opportunity.

"For another example, the Big Horn Legion can be broken into parts and march into the deep mountains and old forests that the clan warriors despise.

"Although the datura trees all over the mountains and plains are now in bloom and cannot provide more datura fruits for the advanced orcs, the rat people's appetite is originally much smaller than those of jackals, tigers, leopards, and bulls and wild boars. As long as

If you are willing to work intensively, endure hardships and tighten your belt, you may not be able to persist for a longer period of time until the full-scale war between Turanze and the Land of Holy Light begins.

“At that time, if we take advantage of our numerical advantage and negotiate with the five major clans, we may not be able to gain more living space for the ‘Sixth Clan’!

"Yes, such a strategic choice certainly doesn't seem as glamorous and refreshing as 'gathering millions of people and going to war against the most powerful Golden Clan in Turanze', but in the end it's about pursuing momentary refreshment and only seeking to be violently destroyed;

Or should he temporarily hide his minions, work quietly and endure, and strive for long-term survival and freedom? For a true commander, is there any doubt?

"Even if Hundred Blades City is really to be the focus of its strategy, I remember that the original strategy of the Great Horn Legion was to 'siege the city and call for reinforcements', with the purpose of eliminating the effective strength of the reinforcements. But for some reason, it has now become 'to complete the task in one battle'

, what about attacking Hundred Blades City without hesitation?

"Saint of Ancient Dreams, based on your record on local battlefields, I don't think you are a hot-headed warrior. So, what are the factors that prompted you to make a series of foolish actions that will obviously put you at risk?"

A desperate choice for the Horns?

"Haven't you ever thought that the Great Horn Legion cannot conquer Hundred Blades City at all? Even if they cripple the elite troops and barely raze Hundred Blades City to the ground, as long as the defenders burn down all the granaries in the city at the last moment, even these granaries

The possibility of it being empty from the start?”

Meng Chao's questioning was like an invisible sharp knife penetrating the gap in the mask of the Saint of Ancient Dreams.

She, who was as majestic as a statue of gods and demons, took a few steps back in her dream, covered her face and started twitching.

"It's the horned rat god."

Meng Chao's voice suddenly became extremely calm, "The only explanation is that you got a prophecy from the Great Horned Rat God in your dream. The Great Horned Rat God told you that the Hundred Blades City is destined to be attacked by the Great Horned Army, and that there are enough horned horns stored in the city.

All the rations and weapons needed by the legion to implement the next stage of the strategy. As long as the rat warriors can capture this historic city of Tulanze in one go, they can completely change the entire strategic situation and even catalyze the internal fighting between the ligers and tigers.

, thereby achieving the final victory for all rat people.

"Although it sounds ridiculous.

"But your memory tells you that no matter how absurd the predictions were in the past, they have all become reality.

"Besides, the Big Horn Legion has reached the point where it is today, with jackals, tigers and leopards in front of them, wild boars and bulls behind them, and hungry hawks, vultures, lizards, crocodiles and giant pythons all around them.

"It's a knife to extend your head, and it's a knife to shrink your head. You have no choice.

"So, you can only choose to close your eyes, give up thinking, and leave the fate of yourself, the Great Horned Legion and all the rat people to the mercy of the illusory Great Horned Rat God!"

The spider web cracks on the mask of the Saint of Ancient Dreams have expanded into a black hole.

The black mist that spewed out from the black hole also burned fiercely.

"No, the Great Horned Rat God will never deceive me, let alone all the rat people!"

The ancient dream saint's voice was fierce and she screamed hysterically, "It was the Great Horned Rat God who saved me. Without the coming of the Rat God, I would have died miserably in the plague.

"The Great Horn Legion was formed by relying on the Mouse God's revelation and finding the lost temple and underground base.

"Why did the Great Horned Rat God guide me to establish the Great Horned Legion, give us victory and hope, and then completely destroy it all?"

The white bones and sharp blades all around her stood upright, in a tense posture.

If there is any disagreement, Meng Chao will be stabbed with wounds.

Meng Chao was overjoyed.

No matter how arrogant and arrogant the Saint of Ancient Dreams is.

As long as she is willing to speak, it means that she has broken away from the logical loop implanted deep in her brain by the Great Horned Rat God.

Rediscovered the possibility of communication and thinking.

"The Great Horned Rat God didn't save you, he just 'selected' you, a lucky person who was tortured but survived, and also had special psychic powers, able to sneak into and interfere with other people's dreams, and then, in your mind

False memories are implanted and constantly updated in the depths, making you mistakenly believe that you have been helped by the non-existent Horned Rat God on your growth path."

Meng Chao raised his hands and once again expressed to the Saint of Ancient Dreams that he had no ill intentions, trying to appease her emotions. At the same time, he analyzed in detail, "As for helping you form the Great Horn Legion and destroying it with your own hands, there is no contradiction. It is just to drain all the rats."

It is only of use value to the people to realize their own ambitions.

“In order to capture the totem beast, hunters can put fragrant bait or even live rats into the pits, letting the totem beast wolf down the food until its belly becomes round, indigestible, and unable to walk.

"In order to stimulate the gladiators to perform brilliantly in the arena, the owner of the arena is also willing to donate generously so that even the humblest rat gladiators can enjoy the richest delicacies and secret medicines.

"In order to stimulate the strongest combat effectiveness of a cannon fodder unit, the superior commander can even look nice in front of the rat slaves, make all kinds of extravagant promises, and even give them sophisticated equipment to make them look flamboyant.

Majestic.

"If the guy hiding behind the Great Horned Rat God doesn't help you form the Great Horned Legion, how can you rat people who have silently endured thousands of years of oppression and enslavement rise up, fight back, and cast your own flesh, blood, and bones into

Will it become the sharpest weapon in the hands of an ambitious man and help him achieve his goals?"

"Purpose……"

The black hole on the mask of the Ancient Dream Saint revealed deep confusion, and she murmured, "What is the purpose?"
Chapter completed!