Chapter 1161: The memory of the saint (fourth!)

This statue of the Big Horned Rat God carved from ebony also shows a skeletal, almost skeleton posture.
The black shiny surface was still glowing with a layer of lavender light, like a swaying purple fire, covering the whole person of the ancient dream saint, and even swallowing it.
No, this is not ebony.
It is a material that has been deposited in the depths of the rock for hundreds of millions of years and is deeply moistened by psychic energy. It is neither metal nor wood, just like a living thing.
Meng Chao's heart moved.
I remembered that Ye Zi told him that the rat statue enshrined by the Big Horn Legion was divided into white jade, bronze, and mithril.
If Meng Chao didn't guess wrong, the statue in front of him should be the highest-level "Amethyst Statue".
Able to implant dreams and beliefs into the deepest and most mysterious area of ​​the human brain.
Meng Chao hesitated.
Dreaming is the most unpredictable activity of the brain.
He was not sure whether his consciousness, after sneaking into the depths of the ancient dream saint's brain, could really communicate effectively and intervene.
He didn't know whether the careerist hiding behind the scenes could sense his existence through this amethyst statue.
In the worst outcome, he is likely to be crushed deep in her dream by the furious ancient dream saint.
Although this is not all of Meng Chao's consciousness.
He was still half conscious, still staying in his own body steadily.
But "what will happen after human beings lose half of their self-awareness" is such an interesting subject that Meng Chao really doesn't want to conduct research as an "experimental subject".
However, there is no turning back arrow in the bow.
His consciousness has been drawn here all the way by the thoughts of the ancient dream saint woman.
It's like the fishes rushing out with the flood that bursts the dyke.
It is too late to resist any more.
He could only be sucked into the eyebrows of the ancient dream saint along with the astronomical immemorial information, and in a trance of intertwined with the wind and speed of the sky, he sneaked into the depths of the ancient dream saint's brain.
"here it is…"
After barely controlling the splitting headache and intense vomiting, Meng Chao quickly blinked his non-existent eyes and looked around curiously.
He seemed to have really become a crystal clear fish.
Wandering in a shallow sea of ​​magnificent colors illuminated by the sun.
There are a lot of shimmering things that look like balloons and jellyfish all around.
There are also a large number of gold threads connected to these "balloon jellyfish", which are continuously transporting small spots of light into the body of the "balloon jellyfish".
Every small point of light enters the "balloon jellyfish", and a brilliant ripple will appear.
In the ripples, there is a fragmented but all-encompassing picture.
A large amount of acousto-optic information flooded Meng Chao like a stormy sea.
It made him instantly understand that this is the memory block in the brain of the ancient dream saint woman.
The shiny gold thread should be her brain nerve.
The shrinking "balloon jellyfish" are her memory cells.
Meng Chao didn't guess wrong.
Because the information contained in the ancient runes is too complicated, too esoteric, and even has the possibility of multiple decompression.
The ancient dream saint wanted to completely extract them from Meng Chao's brain in just one night.
You have to shut down some areas and functions of your brain, and concentrate all your psychic and mental powers into the memory block.
And for the copied and transmitted information, 100% scanning, monitoring and "antivirus" cannot be done.
It can only be like a greedy python swallowing an elephant, no matter what it is, swallow it first, and then use it for a long time to slowly digest and absorb.
This is the case, the spiritual defense of the ancient dream saint is still riddled with massive amounts of information.
It seemed that after swallowing an elephant, the overeating python stretched its belly as thin as a cicada's wings.
Meng Chao could easily find thousands of loopholes and directly read the memory information of the ancient dream saints—the top secrets that the ancient dream saints would never be exposed to the public under normal conditions. At this moment, they are all in the "balloon jellyfish". It shines and jumps inside, even with the influx of massive amounts of ancient information, overflowing the memory block, like a seashell washed up on the beach by the tide, it was picked up by Meng Chao casually.
On one of the "shells", Meng Chao saw the senior commanders of the Big Horn Army performing the whole process of sand table deduction.
He saw hundreds of colorful battle flags on the sand table.
Each battle flag represents a strong and powerful general.
Hundreds of teams from both the enemy and ours gathered under the city of Hundred Blades. It was indeed a posture that was densely covered with war clouds, drawn swords, and completed their efforts in one battle.
And the high-ranking commanders of the Big Horn Legion talked loudly and slammed Fang Qiu, and the appearance that they were holding the winning ticket also made the unawares full of confidence in the coming of the final victory.
However, on another piece of "shell", Meng Chao saw the empty granary, the scorched bean carts, and the fallen corpses from the perspective of the ancient dream saint.
And learned a series of unheard information on the front line.
It turned out that at the same time that the Big Horn Legion seemed to be advancing violently, attacking the city, and fighting the wolf clan's major battle groups steadily retreating.
However, the wolf clan commander split a large-scale and bloated second-line team into flexible and mobile tactical squads, and placed them around the active area of ​​the Big Horn Army.
The task is to constantly harass the big horn army's logistics supply line, hunt down the heavy squad, or kill a large number of mobs who have just attached to the big horn army, add more and more wounded to the big horn army, and consume food in vain, but can not produce any combat power. Redundant personnel.
Such "wolf pack tactics" bring into full play the characteristics of the wolf clan coming and going like wind and plundering like fire.
Even if it is only the second-line unit of the wolf clan, it also has the advantage of combat effectiveness when it encounters the heavy squad of the Great Horn Army which is responsible for transporting food and ordnance.
What's more, their goal is not to completely destroy the heavy squad. As long as they can burn all the rations of the Big Horn Army, even if they burn half of them, they are considered to have successfully completed the mission.
And the Big Horn Legion could not mobilize the few elites like the "Bone Battalion" from the front line to guard every heavy squad on the long logistics supply line.
It is also impossible to leave the area under his control rashly and go deep into the hinterland of the Golden Clan to hunt down these "wolves" that come and go without a trace.
As a result, the food problem of the Big Horn Army is more serious than Meng Chao imagined.
Except for the "Bone Bone Camp, the "sharp blade cast by the saint of ancient dream"," and the first-line siege troops gathered under the city of Hundred Blades.
Many second-line troops deployed on the periphery are already on the verge of running out of ammunition and food.
A large number of Rat People's Rebels who came to the Golden Clan from all over Turanze to join the Great Horn Legion were completely out of food halfway through the road.
Many Rat People's Volunteers could only gnaw the bark of the mandala tree, and then, because they couldn't digest it, they lay on the side of the road and wailed, and completely lost their combat effectiveness.
There were also part of the rat people's rebels that caused infighting due to the exhaustion of mountains and rivers.
There was even a vicious event of cannibalism and devouring the flesh and blood of the same kind.
There were also some Rat People's Rebels who knelt and prayed together, begging the Great Horned Rat God to give them enough food for their stomachs, so that they insisted on finding the main force of the Great Horned Legion, but after nothing, they could only stand nearby in deep despair. The clan armed forces surrendered and returned to the shackles of the "rat militia".
After all, even cannon fodder.
Even in the next war, they will rush to the forefront of the enemy's army, face the enemy's army, and die miserably.
It's better than starving to death now.
The clan armed forces headed by the wolf clan rangers readily accepted the surrender of these rat people's rebels.
And magnanimously forgiven their "betrayal."
Even very generously gave them enough food to eat.
The condition is that they continue to march in the direction of the main force of the Big Horn Legion.
Afterwards, he attacked the stinky mice who were determined to go their own way and did not know how to return, to prove their loyalty to the master.
However, it seems that it is because there are not too many Rangers hunting down the Great Horn Legion's heavy squad because they have come out to implement the "wolf pack tactics".
The wolf tribe did not send a supervising army to monitor these surrendered rat militias.
He didn't even find a few unforgivable guys out of the surrender, to decapitate and stand up.
With such a big wave, everyone was released.
They also prepared food for them, although the soup was clear and watery, but they would not starve to death on the way.
As a result, after most of the Rat Minor Slaves left the patrol area of ​​the Wolf Clan Rangers, they once again "turned out the chaos anyway" and restored the original features of the Rat Minor Rebels.
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The beast was finally suppressed by the school, roar, roar, to celebrate the whole four!