Chapter 1123: Impending rise

This is an earth-shattering conclusion at first, but after thinking about it, it is extremely absurd.
So as soon as Ice Storm said it, before Meng Chao could respond, she frowned and shook her head: "No, this is too... asking for trouble!"
It's not that the rulers of the five major clans would not use such a cruel method to select servants.
If necessary, no matter how cruel the method is, the superior samurai masters will implement it without hesitation.
The problem is, there is no need to make things so complicated.
In fact, the biggest purpose of the so-called "fighting of the five races" is to select war chiefs and fight for the supreme power of the Turan army. Turnips.
Although in an impassioned and heart-stirring epic of war, the glory warriors of the five clans, including gold, bloodhoof, dark moon, thunder and lightning, and sacred tree, must do their best in the "fighting of the five clans", fearless and fearless, Punch out each other's dog heads to please the ancestor spirits.
However, the Turan Warriors are all "higher orcs" after all.
The difference between the so-called "higher" and "lower" is probably that the former has mastered the high-sounding skills.
Even the most violent wild boar warrior would refuse to do such a stupid thing without touching half of the hair of the holy light human race.
For at least the past three thousand years, every time the "five clans fought for the front," the rat militiamen under the clans took the lead, using their flesh and blood to forge chess pieces for the masters to plan and compete.
When the cannon fodder is almost consumed and the atmosphere is in place, it is not that the masters can't go off the court personally, and through a series of procedures full of ritual feelings, compete with the opposite nobles of comparable status.
Of course, such a contest is also dangerous.
Every time the "five clans fight for the front", some clan warriors will die on the spot.
Just like the "game of the brave" played within the various clans.
However, the death rate of clan warriors would never exceed one percent of the former, compared to the rat militiamen who piled up a sea of ​​blood.
Basically, the cannon fodder is really knives and guns, fighting to the last drop of blood, the last breath.
The masters are first in friendship and second in the game.
After killing and wounding a large number of rat militiamen, the size of the cannon fodder force will naturally be greatly reduced.
But this will not damage the combat effectiveness of cannon fodder.
Because the scale is streamlined, the pressure on food consumption and logistics supply lines is reduced. At the same time, the threat of death is used to squeeze the potential of some rat militiamen, which will stimulate the ferocity and combat effectiveness of the cannon fodder, making them extremely vicious. Only the beasts of war can rush into the land of holy light as if they are dead, and slaughter or be slaughtered.
This is the tacit understanding that has been cultivated since the era of the "Major Extinction Order."
It is under such a tacit understanding that the Golden Clan has gained more than two thousand years of dominance in the past three thousand years and has become the well-deserved first clan.
Ice Storm didn't think it was necessary for the Golden Clan to use such a complicated and extremely side-effect method as Meng Chao said to break the hard-won tacit understanding.
After all, after going deep into Turanze, she has been paying attention to the news of the Golden Clan.
From the fleeing samurai and the traders, I have never heard that the Golden Clan had any serious incidents in the last prosperous era.
It stands to reason that the golden clan with strong soldiers and strong horses should never be the one eager to change the rules of the game.
If it is said that it is the "two-year-old" Bloodhoof clan who is unwilling to settle down again and wants to win by surprise, then there is still a slight possibility.
No, this is also impossible.
Both the Golden Clan and the Bloodhoof Clan are more than fierce but not cunning.
Ice Storm always felt that such a plot to turn in the corners was too complicated, too dangerous, and required too much patience and precise operation, and did not resemble the style of the Golden Clan and the Bloodhoof Clan.
It is said that the sneaky snake-men and lizard-men of the Dark Moon clan have similar styles.
However, the Dark Moon Clan could not have created so many ghosts between the Bloodhoof Clan and the Golden Clan.
Ice Storm threw this doubt to Meng Chao.
Meng Chao shrugged.
"Indeed, the ruler of the Golden clan does not seem to have to take off his pants and fart, thankless things. Anyway, according to the rules of the game, they are competing upright. The chiefs of this war are probably either Lions or Tigers. people."
Meng Chao said, "But, apart from the Lion and Tiger, is there no other... ambitious generation in the Golden Clan?"
His eyes gave the ice storm a feeling of seeing through everything.
Ice Storm raised his eyebrows and couldn't help asking Meng Chao if he had guessed the identity of the trader behind the scenes.
Meng Chao grinned.
He did not "guess".
Rather, it "sees" directly through the memory fragments of previous lives.
To be honest, he didn't feel that he had any ability to shed light on the details.
However, it is always easier to know the correct answer in advance, and then to infer the idea of ​​solving the problem based on the correct answer.
Afterwards, Zhuge Liang was a hundred times better than the real Zhuge Liang.
In the depths of Meng Chao's brain, everything that happened after arriving at Turanze was like fragments of shattered but shining fragments.
In the memory fragments of the previous life, a flash of information, half and half of the claws, are perfectly pieced together.
Gradually, an intricate but clear puzzle was formed.
The content presented by the puzzle is the path to the rise of the careerist who is called the "doomsday magic wolf" by the whole world with a shuddering voice in the near future.
Meng Chao felt that he had faintly touched the origin of the "corpse dog, jackal, steppe wolf, ghost wolf, and doom wolf".
Now, only the last two questions remain.
First, how will the Big Horn Legion complete its destruction and rebirth.
Second, when, where, and with what posture should I slam into "Jackal" Kanus' conspiracy.
Only in order to change the future can bring the greatest hope to ourselves, to Dragon City, and of course, to ordinary rat people including Leaf.
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The victory of this siege did not give the Ratmen fighters much rest time.
After all, one more day of rest will consume one more day of food.
With the reserves of the Big Horn Legion, it can't support so many rat people, and it is consumed like a bottomless pit every day.
It would be better to drive them to the battlefield early and let the of death solve their food problem.
The Ratmen warriors didn't even sleep well. They were forcibly awakened by the officers at the darkest hour before dawn. They grabbed the knotted leather ropes, formed a small team, and marched in the dark.
Even with yesterday's big win last place.
In the dream, I once again witnessed the supreme power of the big horned rat god.
The Ratmen warriors still complained incessantly.
From time to time, people are left behind in the dark.
Even the entire team was led into the ditch by the soldiers in the forefront and separated from the large team.
Meng Chao and Bing Storm still implemented their established strategies, neither falling behind, nor should they be eye-catching early birds, always keeping up with the team's rhythm.
After a few moments of rapid marching, when the rising sun ignited the glow, and the glow reddened the whole world, they still maintained their formation, following the officers and priests, and marching in the right direction, only one or two of the Ratmen fighters remained.
Naturally, they were all the strongest, toughest, and most able to obey orders among the mob that was chaotic and noisy yesterday, who would only scream and waste food.
This has increasingly verified Meng Chao's judgment.
The recent series of strategies of the Big Horn Legion are aimed at screening out the real strong among the rat people and getting rid of those burdens.
From before dawn, walking to the scorching sun in one breath, this exhausted and about to collapse team finally saw the rat skeleton battle banner fluttering in the wind in a valley.
And I drank a long-lost broth here, mixed with a large piece of beast flesh and blood, and a whole mandala fruit.
In addition, there were two news that followed.
The bad news.
And the great news that shattered the previous bad news.
The bad news is that the rat people's misbehavior in the southern part of the Golden Clan Territory finally deeply angered the strongest clan of Turan civilization.
Of course, in the past thousands of years, the lions and tigers who took turns in charge of the highest power of the Turan civilization have not yet reduced their dignity and personally took action to deal with a few mice that do not know the heights of the sky.
However, several battle groups from the wolf clan had already pulled out from around Chijin City, and were about to open their sharpest claws and tear the Big Horn Legion to pieces.
Although in the history of the Turan civilization's ten thousand years of battle, the individual combat effectiveness of the werewolf has never been as strong as the lion and the tiger.
But the degree of cruelty and bloodthirsty is worse than that.
Moreover, the werewolf's reproductive ability is extremely powerful.
The wolf tribe is one of the most numerous tribes in the gold clan.
When necessary, the "wolves" have a complete opportunity to swallow up the "rat tide".
Although the Big Horn Legion claims to have been blessed by the Rat God.
In the past ten days and a half, the constant siege of the city and the triumphant singing of triumphs have also caused some of the Ratmen warriors with deformed self-confidence to create the illusion that "the warrior of the clan is nothing but this".
However, when the heavy group of totem warriors really showed their fiercest side, they pounced on them murderously.
All the rat people still subconsciously felt that their heart was squeezed severely by wolf claws, and the pain was so breathless.
Before Meng Chao's team arrived at the valley camp, the icy cold news had been lingering here for several days.
All the Ratmen fighters stationed here were shrouded in gloom and mist, and the atmosphere was unspeakable mystery.
However, just half a moment after Meng Chao's team arrived.
A very dramatic scene appeared.
A bruised and bruised body, with spikes inlaid on the armor, but extremely excited, the whole figure resembling a cavalry about to burn, sending a thunderbolt-like victory.
Just last night, the main force of the Big Horn Legion ambushed the "Howling Battle Group" belonging to the wolf clan in the "Valley of Wrong Souls".