Chapter 1204: The Hibernating Saint

Everything that happened next was so logical.
After finally coming to the glade, the Ratmen warriors who were deeply attracted by the mandala fruit have lost all their strength and courage.
Not to mention fighting to the death with the wolf cavalry armed to the teeth.
They couldn't even gather their will to slay themselves with a knife.
It was like a loose string puppet, manipulated by the string formed by the aroma, confused and involuntarily, rushing towards the steaming cauldron.
When they gobbled it up, you vie for me, and the cauldron lined up like a vicious dog pounced on food, all cleaned up, after holding his belly and belching hot and full.
Is there a second option besides surrender?
After all, many of them had already surrendered once.
Needless to say whether the last surrender was compelled by the situation, as a last resort, even deliberately deceiving the stupid wolf king.
Surrendering this kind of thing is like lying, there is only a difference between zero times and ten thousand times.
Once you fall into the abyss and become covered with mud, you will never want to wash it clean.
In addition, many ratmen warriors, originally the house mice raised by "Jackal" Kanus, are also noisy in the crowd, saying, "Even the Great Horned Rat has abandoned us. We can hold on to this point. I am worthy of myself and everyone".
As a result, the wolf cavalry did not even shed a drop of blood, and captured ten times more soldiers than their own.
When these soldiers sent the news that "Master Kanus was magnanimous, forgiving of the crimes of ordinary rat people, and prepared a large amount of food to save our lives", the news came back to the chaotic position of the Big Horn Legion.
An established, large-scale surrender is as unstoppable as a snowball that gets bigger and bigger in an avalanche.
On multiple fronts, the wolf cavalry didn't even need to show up. They only used strong bows and crossbows to shoot a wolf claw battle flag representing "Jackal" Kanus from a distance.
It is enough to put down the weapons of hundreds of ratmen warriors who have experienced many battles and are covered with scars.
The only casualties of the Ratmen soldiers after their surrender often occurred when the wolf cavalry gave out food—either because they were fighting for food and the Ratmen were beaten to death by themselves, or because they were too impatient. Swallowing too much food in one breath, bursting his belly alive.
Such ugly and unbearable scenes made many of the Ratman warriors who are still holding on to complete despair. They let go of their weapons and closed their eyes while lamenting, and despite their uncertain destiny, they pushed themselves into the distance.
Of course, the Big Horn Legion sits on millions of people, even if there are still one-tenth or even one-percent of the determined generations who are unwilling to turn their backs on the journey built by the corpse mountain and the sea of ​​blood, it adds up to it. A very impressive number.
Many front-line combat troops that stormed the city of Hundred Blades gathered most of the army's rations and weapons reserves of the entire Big Horn Legion, and they had not yet been driven to the desperate situation.
If the ancient dream saint can give them clear and definite instructions.
No matter what the instruction is.
Even if it breaks out, marches towards Chijin City, and goes to Turanze's most powerful liger warrior to show the last glory of the Ratman warrior.
They will all rejoice and be contented without hesitation.
The problem is that since midnight, these front-line units that are still loyal to the ancient dream saint and maintain the final military discipline and combat effectiveness have never received the ancient dream saint's order.
No matter the messenger ran to death one after another wolves, a handwritten military order was sent in a hurry.
It was the commander and the priests who accompanied the army in a trance, obtained from the dream, directly from the enlightenment of the ancient dream saint.
Nothing at all.
Whenever the commander and the army priests pose a statue of a skeleton rat carved from white jade, sit cross-legged in front of the statue, staring into the eyes of the statue, and enter a deep meditation state, trying to actively communicate with the ancient dream saint in the dream. when.
Or they will fall into the whirlpool of thinking in a trance, be overwhelmed by the stormy waves of brain waves, the temperature of their brains will rise sharply, they will be close to the limit of spontaneous combustion, and they will even burn their brains.
Or, they will see the rotting and deformed zombie rat in the view of giants in their dreams, and they will continuously release the desperate emotions to them.
Entrapped by this emotion, they did not lose the ability to control the totem armor and became the original warriors.
Just lost the last trace of fighting spirit, led his own troops, walked to the edge of the battlefield like walking dead, and surrendered to "Jackal" Kanus.
Those commanders and priests who were relatively smart, no longer dared to contact the ancient dream saint rashly.
But by themselves, even if they want to break through and continue the struggle of thousands of rat people, where should they go?
Just at the critical moment when the dragons are falling apart without a leader.
Meng Chao bypassed the two surrendered barracks that had been replaced by the wolf claw battle flag.
And the three teams of wolf cavalry with brilliant looks, constantly shuttled between the bases of the descending barracks, searching for the unyielding and the rebels.
Came to the outskirts of the area controlled by the Big Horn Legion, in an unremarkable mountain col.
It is quite a long distance from the Hundred Blade City, Chijin City, and the thoroughfare of the Golden Clan, and it is not a strategic location for the army to attack.
There are countless rock cracks and caves hidden in the mountain cols. At first glance, it looks the same. No one knows which rock crack is behind the other caves. The caves and caves are interconnected and intertwined. Many caves have dark rivers in the depths. , Direct access to the surrounding mountains and rivers.
If you want to search all the caves.
A hundred thousand army, it takes a year and a half, not necessarily enough.
Meng Chao has never been to this area in the future.
Of course, he didn't go deep into any cave.
But he was winding and winding, deep in the cave where the path was bifurcated, he was familiar with the road, and moved fast.
It's not just because there is a faint wisp of medicine floating in the air, tracking the fragrance of the medicine.
More because he "sees" the footprints.
Footprints left by the ice storm.
Every three to five meters, the ice storm deliberately makes a footprint on the ground whose temperature is three to five degrees lower than the surroundings.
It is absolutely invisible with the naked eye.
Only those who are very familiar with ice storms and who have awakened their extraordinary vision and can perceive the subtle differences in the surface temperature of objects can "see" the faint blue "road signs".
Until the third fork in the road.
Meng Chao stopped suddenly.
Open your arms, hug behind your head, first slowly turn clockwise three times, then counterclockwise one and a half times.
This is the joint action he agreed with Ice Storm.
If someone else came here pretending to be him, it would never be possible to make similar actions.
He felt two cones of gaze scanning his pores up and down.
That is the stare of the ice storm.
I believe that the ice storm has been fully prepared in the depths of the cave.
If the person who came was not him, he would be greeted by the icy barrage.
The sound of "click, click, click" came from the depths of the cave.
Like an ice storm, the canine-toothed cone of ice was removed.
Meng Chao breathed a sigh of relief before he stepped into the depths of the cave.
This cave seems to have also been moistened by the underground spiritual veins.
The rock exudes a crystal clear and magnificent luster.
Like clusters of blue ice flowers growing from the ground.
Ice storm sat cross-legged in front of a huge ice flower.
And in the depths of this ice flower, it was indistinct, as if it was sealed with a human-like affairs.
That is the ancient dream saint.
"Is she okay?"
Meng Chao approached to observe, but under the cover of frost, he couldn't see the appearance of the ancient dream saint, and could only perceive her faint candlelight-like magnetic field of life, which would be torn apart 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 exhaustion in the internal organs. The brain is more like a pot of boiling mandala soup. It is possible to burn my entire head into a pile of coke at any time. ."
Ice Storm explained, "I don't know how long it will take you to get rid of the assassin and stand out from the siege, so you can only freeze her first to prevent the spread and aggravation of the injury."
Because the liquid will expand in volume when it is frozen.
If the temperature drops slowly, the frozen cells will explode by their own expanded volume, and even if the temperature rises again, it is impossible to regain their activity.
However, for a master such as Ice Storm, who is good at manipulating frost, it is a sure thing to instantly reduce the temperature to tens of degrees below zero or even hundreds of degrees, and freeze the cells before they can expand, so as to maintain the vitality of the cells.
The current Saintess of Ancient Dreams is equivalent to entering a special hibernation state, temporarily retaining the last hope.