Chapter 1203: Rat People's End

The longest night finally passed.
Peace and light are far from coming—perhaps, they will never come.
In the entire garrisoned area with a radius of hundreds of miles, the chaos that caused the Big Horn Army to fall into an unstoppable chaos continues.
And, as if dozens of tornadoes collided fiercely together, they became more intense.
The rumor that "The Ancient Dream Saint was assassinated and died, and the food stored in Pointe Noire was also burned. Even the Great Horned Rat God completely abandoned us." It has spread like a burning virus to the outermost periphery of the garrison area of ​​the Big Horn Legion. The third line of troops.
Because of the fierce sunlight and extremely high visibility, the soldiers of these third-line troops can clearly see the huge plume of smoke rising into the sky in the direction of Pointe Noire even if they are separated by dozens of miles.
And many high-level priests and grassroots commanders whose brain ports have been opened by the ancient dream saints are particularly sensitive, and the deformed, ugly, disgusting image of the zombie rat continues to appear in front of them.
They unconsciously acted as signal relay stations and amplifiers.
Using his own brain waves, he enhanced and magnified the image of the zombie rat god, and then projected it onto the visual nerves of the surrounding soldiers.
The last touch of morale of the Ratmen warriors, who had already run out of ammunition and food, all fell apart in an instant and disappeared.
Not to mention that many Ratmen Warriors were originally equipped with fragments of totem armor.
With the collapse of their beliefs and mental breakdown, they could no longer control this killing machine that contained ancient superior technology.
Accompanied by the proliferation, mutation and gushing of liquid metal-like substances in the body.
They all turned into terrifying appearances, like crazy-like origin warriors.
All the tents of the big horned rat have become a whirlpool that leads directly to the deepest part of hell.
From a distance, the blood flowed into a river and turned into a on earth.
A few days ago, the rat people frenzy, which was still intrepid and undaunted to death, stormed the city of Hundred Blades, and finally revealed the true colors of the mob.
No one believes that they can conquer Hundred Blade City and Chijin City successively, get the recognition of the five great clans, and establish the "Big Horn Clan" belonging to all the rat people.
But no one knows what the next strategy is.
It is to inherit the will of the ancient dream saint, and fight to the last soldier.
It is still a strategic retreat to preserve the vitality.
If it is a retreat, where is it possible to retreat when surrounded by all sides, and how can you persevere?
In fact, the commanders and priests of many troops have been indoctrinated many times by the saints of ancient dreams because of their very developed brains. At this moment, they are also the first to start madness, and the madness is the most serious.
Ordinary soldiers often just have a splitting headache and see the phantom of the zombie rat in a trance.
Thanks to their brains, they are not so flexible. It is even difficult for them to understand what the rotting, giant-looking zombie rat symbolizes.
But their commanders and priests were already screaming, and bright red flames spewed from the seven orifices. Before the soldiers had time to react and splashed water and sand on their heads, they burned their heads with their brains. Do nothing.
Only a headless cavity was left, still dancing strangely under the whip of nerve currents.
The group of dragons has no leader, and there is no food and ammunition. Even if the ordinary rat people are still powerful, they don't know which direction to take and raise their swords.
Just then.
A wolf that is taller and more ferocious than a centaur, with fishy saliva flowing from his mouth, and a heavy armor of thorns on his body.
And behind them, the wolf cavalry who is also armed to the teeth, leaving no gaps in the whole body.
There is also a hacksaw-like war knife inlaid with fangs.
From the jungle on the edge of the battlefield, it appeared like a ghost.
No, they were not eager to attack.
As a result, the Big Horn Legion at this moment is like a whirlpool in a swamp. If you rush forward, it is very likely that the mud feet will sink deep, and these mental breakdowns and crazy lunatics will be buried.
Secondly, there are still a few troops, including the elite of the White Bone Battalion, which have not yet completely collapsed.
If the wolf cavalry puts too much pressure on them, it may stimulate the Big Horn Legion, restore order under the threat of death, and regroup.
Therefore, the wolf cavalry only cruised on the edge of the garrison area of ​​the Big Horn Army, with half sarcasm and half cold eyes, lightly looking at the dry bones in these chaotic masses.
Of course, they will not wait in vain and waste time.
In the jungle behind the wolf cavalry, hundreds of smoky smoke rose up.
The scent of the mandala fruit being cooked and roasted in the smoke, like an invisible python, got into a camp of the Big Horn Legion from all directions, tightly entwining the stomachs and souls of all hungry soldiers.
Behind him is a killing battlefield.
Ahead is mouth watering, stomach twitches, and soul torture food.
The spiritual defense of many Ratmen warriors had heard that the ancient dream saint was assassinated, and the moment the Big Horn Rat Abandoned them, it was already riddled with holes and crumbling.
At this moment, the last string deep in the brain was completely broken.
Before rational thinking has made correct and prudent judgments.
Their central nervous system has given instructions to nerve endings and muscle fibers, their eyes lost, opened their arms, and staggered toward the direction of the smoke and fragrance.
Of course they knew that in the depths of the forest they didn't know how many wolf cavalry were hovering.
But during such a tormenting day, they couldn't stand it even for half a moment.
Even on the way to food, beheaded by wolf cavalry.
At least, they died happily under the rich and juicy aroma of mandala fruit.
There is no need to continue to endure the pain of suffocation and death in this world where there is no hope.
To the surprise of these Ratmen warriors, the wolf cavalry did not kill them.
In fact, when they staggered and plunged into the depths of the jungle, the ghostly wolf cavalry disappeared like fog in the sun.
Only the scent of the mandala fruit that is getting more and more intense, it still looks like a beautiful snake twisting in a demon-like dance, deeply enchanting them.
In the depths of the lonely jungle.
They forgot the chaos and fighting behind them.
Even the lingering zombie rat on the retina was gradually replaced by the phantom of the mandala fruit that was fried golden and crispy with a lot of sour cream.
Unconsciously, they stepped into the depths of the jungle.
But the road here is really bumpy.
Not only are there vines, thorns and shrubs, they breed crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, and firmly block every small intestine path.
I don't know which wicked ghost has dug a lot of pits between thorns and bushes.
The sinkhole is not deep.
There were no rusty sharp blades, poisoned sharp bamboos, and other vicious methods to kill people.
But cleaning up the thorn bushes, falling and crawling out of the pit, still squeezed the last bit of strength of the Ratmen warriors.
If there is a sea of ​​swords and flames ahead, even the city of Hundred Blades whose grain has been burned out.
They were lying limp on all sides, as if stuck in the soil by extremely viscous bio-glue, and couldn't even move a small toe.
But in front is a more and more intense fragrance.
In addition to frying and boiling the mandala fruit.
It seems that there are plump and plump beast flesh and blood, smeared and roasted with dozens of spices, which can awaken the scent of the animal instinct deepest in the genes of higher orcs.
These scents penetrated the souls of the Ratmen warriors like sharp arrows covered with barbs.
Pulling their souls into the depths of the jungle continuously.
When they used their hands and feet together, rolled and crawled, they finally climbed out of the jungle area densely covered with thorn bushes and series of pits.
The formation of one's own side has long been torn apart, and the army cannot be defeated.
The battle knife that has been held tightly in his hand is not known in which pit it was lost.
The front suddenly opened up, and a piece of forest clearing appeared.
The dazzling sunlight outlined the wolf paw pattern on the blood-stained battle flag.
Dozens of large pots are lined up, each of which is fried and boiled with a large amount of food.
A lot of fat, tender, soft, trembling, crystal clear, crispy and boneless food.
These foods spew out the aroma visible to the naked eye like a volcanic eruption.
The aroma turned into an air hammer with a handle, and gave a hammer to the face of all the lucky ones who had crossed the jungle.
The smashing made them spin around, eyes staring at Venus, their horizons constantly shrinking, and their sights were firmly focused on the thick soup tumbling up and down, and the mandala fruit that almost melted into the soup.
I can't see it at all. Behind and on both sides of the cauldron stand a large number of heavily armed and murderous wolf cavalry!