Chapter 1202: The Rat People’s End

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The longest night had finally passed.

However, peace and light were still far away. Perhaps, they would never come.

Within the entire garrison area of hundreds of miles, the chaos that had plunged the Great Horn Army into eternal d*mnation was still continuing.

Moreover, it was like dozens of tornadoes fiercely colliding together, becoming more and more intense.

The rumors about the Ancient Dream Saintess’ assassination, the burning of all the food in Black-corner City, and even the Rat God completely abandoned us were like a burning virus, it spread to the third-tier troops at the outermost perimeter of the great horn army’s garrison area.

Due to the intense sunlight and high visibility, the soldiers of the third-tier troops could clearly see the huge columns of smoke rising in the direction of Black Horn City even though they were dozens of miles away.

Many high-level priests and basic commanders with extremely sharp senses, whose brain ports had long been activated by the ancient Dream Saintess, could also see the ugly and disgusting image of the Zombie Rat God.

They subconsciously acted as signal relay stations and amplifiers.

Using their brainwaves, they enhanced and magnified the image of the zombie rat god and projected it onto the visual nerves of the surrounding soldiers.

The last bit of morale of the rat soldiers, who had long run out of ammunition, crumbled in an instant and vanished into thin air.

Not to mention that many of the rat soldiers were originally equipped with totem armor fragments.

Following the collapse of their faith and mental breakdown, they were no longer able to control this killing machine that contained the extraordinary technology of the ancient times.

Along with the large number of liquid metal-like substances in their bodies proliferating, mutating, and spewing out.

They all turned into terrifying-looking origin warriors who were as crazy as demons.

Every tent of the Rat God turned into a whirlpool that led straight to the deepest part of Hell.

Looking from afar, blood flowed like a river within a hundred miles, turning it into Hell on Earth.

A few days ago, the rat tide that had attacked hundred blade city without fear of death and frightened the warriors of the clan finally revealed their true colors as a motley crew.

No one believed that they would be able to capture hundred blade city and Crimson Gold City one after another and gain the recognition of the five clans to establish the ‘great horn clan’that belonged to the entire rat population.

However, no one knew what their next strategy was.

Was it to carry on the legacy of the ancient Dream Saintess and fight until the last soldier.

Or was it to retreat strategically so that they could preserve their strength.

If they were retreating, where could they retreat to when they were surrounded and surrounded by enemies? Why did they have to persist?

In fact, many commanders and priests of the army had been instilled by the ancient Dream Saintess many times because their brains were particularly developed. At this moment, they were the first to go crazy.

The ordinary soldiers often only had splitting headaches and saw the phantom of the Zombie Rat God.

Thanks to their brains, they were not that flexible. They could not even understand what the zombie rat god, which was covered in Rot and looked like a giant, symbolized.

As for their commander and priest, they were already screaming as bright purple flames shot out from their seven orifices. Before the soldiers could react and splash water and sand on their heads, they had already burned their heads and brains.., completely.

All that was left were headless lumps that were still dancing under the whipping of the electric current.

Without a leader, they had run out of ammunition and food. Even if the ordinary mouse soldiers still had the strength of a bull and two tigers, they did not know which direction to take a step and raise their battle sabers.

At this moment.

There were wolves that were taller and more ferocious than centaurs, with stinky saliva flowing from their mouths and heavy armor of thorns draped over their bodies.

Behind them, there were also wolf cavalry that were armed to the teeth and did not leave a single gap on their bodies.

There were also battle blades that were embedded with wolf teeth like hacksaws.

From the forest at the edge of the battlefield, they appeared like ghosts.

No, they were not in a hurry to attack.

Firstly, the Great Horn Army was like a whirlpool in a swamp. If they charged forward rashly, they might sink deep into the mud and die along with these crazy people.

Second, there was still a small number of troops, including the white bone battalion elites, that had not completely collapsed.

If the wolf cavalry gave them too much pressure, it might actually stimulate the great horn army to restore order and regroup under the threat of death.

Hence, the wolf cavalry only cruised around the border of the Great Horn Army’s garrison area, using half of their mocking and half of their cold eyes to look at these corpses.

Of course, they would not wait for nothing and waste their time.

In the forest behind the Wolf Cavalry soldiers, hundreds of curls of smoke rose up.

The smell of the mandala fruit being cooked and grilled in the smoke was like an invisible python that drilled into the Great Horn Army’s barracks from all directions. It tightly wrapped around the intestines and souls of all the hungry soldiers.

Behind them was a bloody battlefield.

In front of them was a mouth-watering, stomach-twitching, soul-torturing food.

Many of the spiritual defense lines of the rat soldiers had already been riddled with holes and were on the verge of collapse the moment they heard that the ancient Dream Saintess had been assassinated and that the great horn rat god had abandoned them.

At this moment, the last string in the depths of the brain was completely broken.

Before rational thinking had made a correct and prudent judgment.

Their central nervous system had already given instructions to the nerve endings and muscle fibers, and their eyes were absent-minded. They opened their arms and stumbled toward the direction of the smoke and fragrance.

Of course, they knew that there were many wolf cavalry soldiers lurking in the depths of the dense forest.

But they could not endure such a torturous day for even half a moment.

Even if they were killed by the Wolf Cavalry on the way to the food.

At least, they died happily under the thick, juicy fragrance of the mandala fruit.

They did not have to endure the pain of slowly suffocating to death in a world where there was no hope at all.

To the surprise of these mouse people soldiers, the wolf cavalry did not kill them.

In fact, when they stumbled into the depths of the forest, the ghost-like wolf cavalry disappeared like a fog under the sun.

Only the fragrance of the mandala fruit became stronger and stronger, like a beautiful snake twisting and dancing, deeply charming them.

In the depths of the silent forest.

They forgot the chaos and fighting behind them.

Even the zombie rat gods that lingered in their retinas were gradually replaced by the illusions of the mandala fruits that were fried to golden crisps and smeared with a large amount of sour cream.

They unknowingly stepped into the depths of the forest.

But the road here was really rugged and difficult to walk on.

Not only were there all kinds of vines, thorns, and shrubs that grew crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, blocking every small path.

There was also an unknown evil spirit that dug a large number of pits between the thorns and shrubs.

The pits were not deep.

There were no rusty blades, poisonous bamboo, or other vicious methods that could take a person’s life.

However, clearing the thorns and shrubs and constantly falling and climbing out of the pits still squeezed out the last bit of strength of the rat soldiers.

If there was a mountain of knives and a sea of fire ahead, even the grain of hundred blade city would be burnt to ashes.

They would have collapsed on the ground, as if they were stuck in the soil by extremely sticky biological glue. They could not even move a single little toe.

However, there was an increasingly rich fragrance ahead.

In addition to frying and boiling the mandala fruit.

There seemed to be plump and delicious beast flesh. Using dozens of spices to smear and grill it, it could awaken the bestial instinct in the deepest part of the high orc genes.

These scents pierced through the souls of the rat soldiers like sharp arrows covered with barbs.

They kept pulling their souls toward the depths of the forest.

When they finally climbed out of the forest covered with thorny bushes and craters with their hands and feet.

Their formation had long been torn to pieces.

The saber that they had been holding tightly in their hands had been thrown into a sinkhole.

The front suddenly opened up, revealing an empty space in the forest.

The glaring sunlight outlined the image of a wolf’s claw on the blood-stained battle flag.

Dozens of large pots were lined up in a row, and a large amount of food was being fried and boiled in them.

A large amount of fat, tender, soft, trembling, crystal-clear, rotten food.

The food was like a volcano erupting, spewing out a fragrance that could be seen by the naked eye.

The fragrance turned into air hammers and struck the faces of all the lucky people who had passed through the forest.

The Hammers made their world spin, and they saw stars. Their vision kept shrinking, and their eyes were firmly focused on the thick soup that was rolling up and down, and the mandala fruit that was almost melted into the soup.

They could not see that behind and on both sides of the big pot, there were large groups of heavily armed and murderous Wolf Cavalry!