Chapter 1102: Road to life and death

With such a high morale, the Big Horn officer lost no time in handing out newly polished swords to all the rat people, the golden fruit that is usually extremely difficult to eat, and a pill sealed with beeswax and engraved with mysterious runes.
"This is the magic medicine that the Rat God gave us!"
The big horn officer yelled, "As long as our faith in the Rat God is strong enough, and the situation is critical enough, bite the magic medicine, and pour the supreme power from the Rat God, the Rat People Warriors will be able to fight against the clan warriors. force!
"Remember, from this moment on, you are no longer a pig and sheep to be slaughtered, but the most loyal, glorious, and brave warrior of the Great Horned Rat. Hold high your war swords and release your anger to all your enemies. You can see clearly how terrifying it is when the insignificant rat people of the past gather into a stormy sea!"
There was a fanatical cheer inside and outside the entire camp.
In the cheers, Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and carefully studied the "magic medicine" distributed to him.
He pulled a very soft and fine hair from his arm.
Pour psychic energy into the hairs of the hair, and stretch the hairs as hard and straight as a steel needle.
Afterwards, carefully poked a small hole on the beeswax that is almost invisible to the naked eye.
Sending the small hole to the nasal cavity and sniffing it for a while, Meng Chao smelled a familiar smell.
After pondering for a moment, he raised his eyebrows high.
The several raw materials contained in this "magic medicine" are similar to those of Longcheng's "shen change capsule".
They are all highly stimulating drugs that can instantly amplify the secretion of dopamine, enkephalin, adrenaline, and other hormones in the human body by dozens of times, activate cell potential, and increase the conversion efficiency of mitochondria. .
In Dragon City, the Divine Transformation Capsule can make the bandits as ordinary people have the ability to temporarily contend with low-level transcendents.
And this so-called "magic drug bestowed by the rat god" seems to be more irritating than the Shenbian capsule, and the drug's effect should be better.
Of course, activating the potential of life comes at a price.
In Longcheng, the fierce bandits who took the Shenbian capsule often died or were injured after the fierce battle. In the best case, they would collapse to the ground due to collapse and rest for ten days and a half to recover their vitality.
In the worst case, it would spontaneously ignite on the spot, or because all the water in the body evaporates, it burns alive into a dry corpse.
Come to think of it, taking "the miraculous medicine given by the rat god", the price paid will only be more tragic.
But for the fugitives, this is the only way they have no choice but to contend with the pursuers.
The hundred people who received weapons, food and magical medicine set off immediately.
The state of the rapid march today is worse than yesterday.
On the one hand, he learned that the chasing soldiers were behind him, and even took advantage of galloping horses at any time to go around in front of them from the flanks.
No matter how high morale is, the rat people will be a little uneasy after all.
Whether it is fear or excitement, it will cause body stiffness, movement deformation, and a lot of physical energy will be wasted when the speed slows down.
On the other hand, the short one-night rest can never make up for their overdrafted physical fitness and health in the process of escaping from Pointe Noire.
The tense nerves suddenly loosened, and if you want to connect it again, it won't be so easy.
Regardless of how the experienced old bearskins or the vigorous round bone rods commanded, they couldn't keep this centurion team in the most basic marching shape.
Many rat folks have wide-eyed, their arms are ridged, and bunches of thick blue veins are violently protruding. There is a slight turbulence, and even the frightening bird in the forest "puff puff" soars, they will draw out their swords, such as Lin Arch enemy.
It's a rumbling in the literal sense.
After marching in this way, it was not until noon that they walked out twenty or thirty miles and found a lake where springs converged.
The lake is not big, and it is used as a water draw by tens of thousands of fugitives. The water is almost dry and there are messy footprints all around.
From this lake onward, the wilderness is divided into two distinct parts by the winding tributaries of the Turan River.
On the left is an expansive grassland. The dense grass grows waist-high at every turn, not even the chest and top of the rat people.
On the right, because of the influence of the underground spiritual veins, there are countless mandala trees growing tens of meters high. At this moment, they are full of huge colorful flowers.
The Datura tree has been genetically modulated and its root system is extremely developed.
In many places where spar veins are extremely deep, the root system can even grow dozens of times the size of the canopy, sucking a tiny bit of psychic energy deep underground into the body.
With this advantage, few plants can compete with it.
Except for the few companion plants that are beneficial to its own growth, it is impossible for weeds to grow vigorously next to the Datura tree.
Moreover, higher orcs like to build towns next to the mandala forest.
Not only is it convenient for them to harvest food at any time, the trunks, branches and leaves are also indispensable raw materials for the construction of towns and daily life.
Therefore, in the mandala forest, which is not too dense, there are still several roads that have obviously been artificially repaired.
One of the straight roads even passed through a mandala tree that could not be embraced by more than a dozen strong men. It was called the "tree king", as if a tunnel had been opened above the trunk, which was a marvelous sight.
Although the road on the right is obviously better than the left.
But the old bearskin and the round bone stick did not hesitate to turn left.
Judging from the direction of footprints everywhere, all the fugitives in front of them also made the same choice.
Of course.
The right side looks like a smooth road, but for the pursuit of soldiers, it is also a thoroughfare.
Because the root system of the mandala tree is too developed, the forest is not too luxuriant, and it has been manually felled, and there are criss-cross roads in the middle, which is not an obstacle to the centaur who unites the horse and the horse.
There are also towns of the Bloodhoof clan ahead. Even if the defenders are old, weak, sick and disabled, it is more than enough to intercept the rabble of them rushing to form an army.
The grassland on the left looks like a map.
But the half-person tall grass is the best cover for the fugitives.
In addition, there are many rodents that are good at burrowing on the grassland. The seemingly flat grassland may be full of pits. If the chaser dares to let go of the speed, the horse may stumble at any time.
The fugitives wanted to go to the border of the bloodhoof clan territory and the golden clan territory, and tossed from the grassland. Although it would take more troubles, the probability of being able to escape to the sky was greatly improved.
Meng Chao stayed beside a mess of footprints for a long time.
While most of the rat people were drinking the lake water, he stretched out his finger, quickly wiped a little mud, and sent it under the nose to sniff carefully.
Then, as if he had discovered something, a sharp light came out from the bottom of his eyes, scanning towards the surroundings, especially the mandala forest.
"what have you found?"
Ice Storm stepped forward and asked.
"Do you know where these two roads lead?" Meng Chao pointed to the left and right sides of the lake.
On the right is a rock-paved, straight and flat road.
On the lush grassland on the left, there was originally no road, but now it has been trampled by hundreds of thousands of fugitives, and dozens of criss-crossing, intertwined, messy paths have also formed.
"On the left is the'empty grassland', hundreds of miles to the north, and then over a few hills, you will arrive at the'empty rift valley', which is the lowest and most complicated place in the entire Turanze area, and it is more dangerous than the north. The "Eternal Night Abyss" is not inferior, and it is also the dividing line between the bloodhoof clan and the golden clan. If it is said that the main force of the Big Horn Legion is stationed in the hollow rift, it is not surprising at all."
Although Ice Storm spent two years in Pointe Noire City, he had been thinking about his father in Chijin City. Naturally, he asked the merchants about the journey from Pointe Noire to Chijin City and the topography along the way.
She cherishes her words, "As for the right side, it is the'War Drum Forest', which is said to have been blessed by the sacred ancestor spirit. The mandala tree here bears huge and full fruits. Every time it reaches maturity, it cannot be picked. They can only let them fall to the ground'bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, a drum of war, one of the important food production areas for the Bloodhoof clan.
"In order to transport a large number of mandala fruits, so many wide and flat roads have been opened in the forest. Moreover, a town with a population of 100,000 was built in the depths of the forest-War Drum City. There are several branches that have lived in the city for thousands of years. There are a large number of elite warriors stationed in the historical elites. Their duty is to guard the granary and guard against the Golden Clan. Someone with short eyes runs to the War Drum Forest to pick up the bargains."
Meng Chao thoughtfully: "That is to say, once a fugitive chooses to walk from the War Drum Forest, it is easy to fall into the chase behind, and there is a desperate situation in front of it?"
"Of course."
Ice Storm said, "Any fugitive who comes here will look at the trapped grassland. If you walk in the Wardrum Forest, it will definitely be a dead end!"
"That's interesting."
Meng Chao walked a few steps to the right, squatted on the ground, carefully observing the clues remaining on the ground.
In a moment, he used his thumb and tail finger to pick up a trivial thing from the mud.
"This is..." Ice Storm raised his eyebrows slightly.
"A hair." Meng Chao said.
"A hair?" Ice Storm didn't understand what he meant.
In the past day and night, at least hundreds of thousands or even more fugitives passed by here.
What's the problem with the turmoil, rubbing shoulders, and rubbing off a few hairs?
"This is not ordinary hair."
Meng Chao calmly said, "Analyzed from its luster, elasticity and toughness, this is a hair that falls from an elite soldier who is full of blood, strong psychic energy, and surging incomparable totem power in his body. .
"Hair is the head of the flesh. For people with chronic malnutrition, the hair must wither and split, and it will break at the touch of it.
"This hair has fallen for at least most of the night, but it is still oily and shiny. It is conceivable that its owner must be very powerful!"