The Earth People are so Fierce

Meng Chao believed that the answer must lie in the ancient dream saint.

However, before seeing the ancient dream saint, he had to pass the wounded camp first.

In order to win this ambush, the Bone Camp paid a very heavy price.

Almost all the Bone Camp warriors were scarred, and many of them lost one or two limbs.

With the powerful vitality of the high orcs, coupled with the fanatical rat people using the secret medicine to overdraw the life potential of the next few decades, even if the skin is broken and the bones are exposed, only the secret medicine is applied, simple dressing, and the priest's blessing , You can become alive and kicking again.

It is conceivable that the warriors who were sent to the wounded barracks to recuperate were injured.

But Meng Chao must enter the wounded barracks.

Because Ye Zi told him that Saintess of Ancient Dream values ​​most warriors who never retreat. Not only will she give the wounded camp the best resources, after each battle, she will personally visit the wounded warriors in the wounded camp, and even interact with every severely wounded warrior. Talk cordially to show importance.

For Meng Chao, it is not too difficult to aggravate his injuries.

It is nothing more than controlling breathing, heartbeat and pulse, and deliberately secreting large amounts of body fluids, pretending to be signs of organ failure and severe dehydration after severe burns.

The difficulty is whether those high priests with torch-eyed eyes will scan and analyze his body in depth.

Suppose they invade Meng Chao's body with psychic energy for treatment and carefully perceive his internal organs.

You will surely find that his cell activity is so strong that it can't be added, and it is simply a totem beast in human skin.

Fortunately, after this campaign, there were too many seriously wounded.

Many warriors who took the secret medicine and fell into madness simply jumped into the blood pelvic mouth of the wolf clan's elite, trying to pierce the enemy's throat with their hard and sharp bones.

Such a brave warrior, even if he could survive, the seriousness of his injuries would be unimaginable.

In the face of thousands of severely wounded warriors, the witch doctors and priests of the Big Horn Legion were also very busy, temporarily unable to carry out in-depth examination and treatment of each severely wounded person.

Burn patients like Meng Chao can only apply burn ointment to the whole body, and then use a bandage soaked in secret medicine and exuding a fragrant scent to ensure that bacteria-according to higher orcs, evil forces will not invade. His body.

Afterwards, he was sent to the wounded camp to recuperate.

This is in the arms of Meng Chao.

The Big Horn Legion cut down the jungle and built a large-scale wounded camp not far from the ambush battlefield.

It supplies the high-energy food and powerful secret medicine that they had just captured from the wolf clan reinforcements, which were originally intended to be sent to Hundred Blade City.

It's a pity that with Meng Chao's "severe burn" status, he couldn't "resurrect him" all at once and devour him.

He could only sleep and sleep with his eyes closed for a long time, pretending to be drowsy.

At the same time, secretly operate the spiritual magnetic force field to stimulate one's own brain, and expand the five senses to the limit, not letting go of every subtle ripple of psychic energy around.

After being so "sleepy" for three days, he finally waited for the ancient dream saint.

That is a new dawn.

Under the application of the secret medicine with the soothing and sleeping effect, all the seriously wounded were drowsy.

Even if several limbs were missing, the severely wounded person who was sorely sore in pain during the day was just frowning and groaning.

But their brains are rippling at the same time.

Meng Chao discovered for the first time that brain waves with a very strange frequency were spreading in the wounded camp.

Just like a pond with heavy rain, in the beginning, only a few raindrops dipped in the pond, releasing circles of faint ripples.

Soon, the ripples continued to spread, the ripples collided crazily, and the raindrops became denser, causing the entire pond to boil.

Including Meng Chao, all the seriously wounded had the same dream in the resonance of brain waves.

In the trance dream, all of them sat cross-legged under a towering, magnificent mountain.

Although they are still scarred, mutilated and even intestinal.

However, the blood and body fluids secreted from the wound showed a pale golden texture, like some kind of molten metal, and also shimmered faintly.

This makes their incomplete images, with a bit of martyred temperament, appearing so solemn and sacred.

Among the thousands of seriously wounded.

The girl with double pupil who once appeared in Meng Chao's dream, playing the clarinet, driving the skeletal rats, and drowning the glorious city, floats high in the air.

She was still smiling and playing the clarinet.

It's just that this time the flute is no longer weird and stern, but indescribably sweet. It makes people forget all the anger, hatred, troubles and pains when they hear it, and gives rise to the feeling of letting go of everything and eternal tranquility.

Accompanied by the melodious flute sound.

Strands of golden light flowed out of the clarinet.

It seemed like a golden ribbon, rippling in circles, gently entwining the severely wounded who were sitting around the innermost layer, that is, beside the girl with a double pupil.

Meng Chao did not fall into an inextricably deep sleep like other seriously injured people.

Even in the dream, he still maintains a very clear perception and the ability to control his own will.

In other words, for him, this is a "lucid dream."

He clearly saw that those who were entangled by the golden light were the seriously wounded among the seriously wounded, those who were almost incurable.

These severely wounded people were either half of their heads flattened by the wolf clan's elite mace through the helmet. Not only were their skulls shattered, they were deeply sunken, and even their eyes were squeezed out of their eye sockets.

Either half of his body was cut by a giant blade, or even half of his head was cut off. The viscera and even the brain were exposed to the air.

Either it was a real severe burn, and no half of the skin was intact.

Or maybe there is no big wound on the surface, but the internal organs have released too high temperature due to the stimulation of the secret medicine, and they are steamed alive.

If the people on earth have suffered such severe harm.

I'm afraid I will die on the spot.

Rao's unparalleled vitality of high-ranking orcs, coupled with the meticulous treatment of witch doctors and priests, can only drag the death god's footsteps for a few more days, and at the same time, bring them more unnecessary pain.

At this moment, the faces of these dying severely wounded people did not see the slightest painful expression on their faces.

Many people have been in a coma for several days and wake up in their dreams.

As the double pupil girl "blows" more and more shining silk threads into their bodies.

Their incomplete and horrible bodies, assimilated by golden light, gradually become crystal clear and gleaming.

It seems that they gradually got rid of the mass of flesh and blood and the shackles of gravity, and became something purely condensed by energy, like hundreds of golden balloons, shaking and shaking. Flew into the air.

They flew higher and higher, and gradually flew to the halfway of the magnificent mountain that soared into the clouds, that is, under the clouds.

Those seriously wounded who could not be entangled by the golden light, but soaring, were half confused and half envious looking at these people.

Suddenly, the crowd below became agitated.

Because a breeze blows away the clouds covering half of the mountainside, revealing the scene on the top of the mountain.

I saw this magnificent mountain top, but it was a magnificent, magnificent palace.

Around the palace, there are hundreds of statues of warriors with helmets and armour.

Each statue is at least hundreds of arms high, just like a living ancestor spirit, wielding an indestructible weapon, releasing a thunderous roar.

However, compared with the sound of swords and swords released from the palace and the roar of the sky bursting through the sky like a raging wave, the noise of these statues was nothing.

In a daze, hallucinations appeared in front of all the seriously wounded.

They seemed to see in the palace on the top of the mountain, all the Turan warriors from the ages to the present, all gathered together, drunk and gobbled up, and after satiated, laughed wildly and jumped onto the arena, and sacrificed in different eras, but just as brave. Fighters, have a joyous duel.

Even if they were beaten to pieces in the duel, and even their heads and viscera were smashed into meat sauce, it didn't matter. They would soon be able to come back to life with the singing of the warriors and continue the next round of swigs and fierce battles. In this way, it repeats itself, endlessly.

All the seriously wounded felt that their thinking was overwhelmed by a hot wave.

Their brains are blank, leaving only the ultimate shock and moving.

"This is... the holy mountain!"

"It's the legendary sacred mountain!"

"The holy mountain really exists. The most heroic victims among us, all under the leadership of the Big Horn Rat, ascend to the top of the holy mountain, to enjoy the eternal feast and fierce battle!"