The Earth People are so Fierce

Meng Chao feels that this is possible.

The transmission of the individual's mind is always clearer and more stable than the large-scale brainwave broadcasting.

The only question is who should be chosen as their teleportation target.

This candidate should play a key role in the Big Horn Legion, capable of determining the elite actions and even life and death of thousands of Rat People.

Second, if it is difficult to find such a person, at least one must target the strongest core unit of the Big Horn Legion, the elite warrior of the White Bone Battalion.

And through him, to influence more white bone camp elite.

On the other hand, Saintess of Ancient Dreams burned her life at all costs, and stimulated the tremor of every brain cell to the limit, which would certainly not last long.

Meng Chao could feel her brain heating up again.

No matter how the ice storm condenses frost around to cool down, it can't stop her brain from turning into volcanic lava.

Maybe in the next second, her brain will explode like fireworks.

He was destined to not have much time to persuade a white bone camp elite who had never known each other.

You must find someone who obeys your words and absolutely trusts them.

Can explain everything clearly in a few words.

Does such a person exist?

That kind of people…

Meng Chao's thoughts turned, suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Sage of Ancient Dreams, can you hear my voice? Such a large-scale brainwave broadcast is useless. We are too far away from the army, and the interference outside is too serious. We are hoarse here. The roaring, penetrating the rock formations, and transmitting to the heads of the rat people warriors dozens of miles away, there is only a squeaky noise left!

"So, we must concentrate all our psychic powers and project them onto the same target!

"The target must be an elite of the Bone Battalion. After all, the Bone Battalion is the core of the Big Horn Legion. As long as the Bone Battalion can be intact, no, as long as the Bone Battalion can pull out half of the people, even a third of the battle-tested veterans break through. Go out, the Rat People Uprising will not fail, and the Big Horn Legion will not perish!

"Furthermore, he must also possess unique powers and possess unfathomable potential. It is best to have learned how to manipulate his own life magnetic field-only in this way can he withstand the torrent of brain waves bombardment, even, Turn yourself into a relay station and signal amplifier, and cast our thoughts on the surrounding elites.

"I have a choice, but I don't know if he is alive or dead after a night of chaos, and where he is with other white bones elites, but I can always give it a try, always give it a try!

"His name is'Leaf', do you have any impression, Saintess of Gu Meng?

"I know that in the Big Horn Legion and even the White Bone Camp, there must be dozens of hundreds of Ratman warriors called'Ye Zi'. This is originally the most common name, but he is different. You have been in contact with him before. I will never forget him.

"His flesh and bones are extremely flexible and malleable. He can turn his hands and feet into rubber and springs, stretch and bend at will, and even stretch his hands and feet to three or five times the length.

"It is said that this ability originated from the depths of a cave in the forest of his hometown. He and his brother once saw a mysterious mural in that cave.

"Do you have any impressions, Saintess of Ancient Dreams, if you can pinpoint this ‘leaf’, there is hope for our future!"

The ancient dream saint is still struggling in the thought whirlpool formed by "Jackal" Kanus detonating the fear bomb.

At this time, the black turbulence had swallowed her neck, chin, and mouth, making her unable to make any sound and unable to respond to Meng Chao's questions.

But she still struggled to wave her arms and flick her fingers, as if performing complex and delicate operations on the thousands of pictures in the void.

The countless pictures hanging above the fog began to rotate.

The speed at the beginning was extremely slow, like a slowly starting machine.

But soon, the afterimages dragged out by the rapid spinning of the picture turned into gleaming bands of light.

The bands of light are entangled with each other, and the details of each main perspective picture can no longer be seen clearly.

Even the "heart voices" from thousands of different channels converged into a noisy "buzz."

The ancient dream saint is doing her best to squeeze out the last bit of power in the last brain cell, and quickly retrieve the vast brainwave database.

Look for the brainwave characteristics of the "leaf" mentioned by Meng Chao to realize point-to-point connection and transmission of the mind.

I don't know how long it has passed.

For a long time, the shattered soul of the ancient dream saint was almost completely swallowed by the brain storm set off by the fear bomb.

The rotating speed of light and shadow finally slowly dropped.

A pair of shiny pictures became clear again.

Most of the main perspective images are hidden behind the fog.

The remaining dozens of pictures have become larger and brighter, enough for Meng Chao to see every detail in the depths of the picture.

In several pictures, people who are totally irrelevant appear.

It should be the guy with the same name and surname as Ye Zi in the White Bone Camp.

But in a picture in the corner, Meng Chao saw a pair of extremely familiar hands and ten slender fingers.

Those are Ye Ye's hands!

As a senior harvester, Meng Chao pays much more attention to his hands than other organs in his body.

When teaching Ye Zibo the martial arts concept from Dragon City, Meng Chao also repeatedly told the rat people that only by practicing the ten fingers to be firm and flexible, and flexible, can they accurately control all kinds of weapons, including knives, swords, halberds, and spears. Hot and cold weapons, crack various intricate structures, and escape in incredible ways when the enemy firmly controls his limbs.

Ye Zi obeyed Meng Chao's words.

From that day on, he has been repeatedly bending and stretching his hands with the strength of almost crushing bones in accordance with the method taught by Meng Chao.

Coupled with the inheritance of the mural paintings obtained in the mysterious cave during childhood.

His ten fingers are one-third longer than the average ratman, and his tail finger is almost flush with the ring finger. The fingers seem slender and weak, but if you look closely, you can find bunches of tendons and muscles entwined around the knuckles. , Is almost stronger than the eagle claws of the Thunder clan.

With such a pair of extremely distinctive hands, it is impossible for Meng Chao to admit his mistake.

The more direct evidence is that just as the ancient dream saint woman located Ye Zi and zoomed in on his main perspective, Meng Chao clearly heard the upset voice deep in Ye Zi's brain.

"Reaper, where are you!"

…

At this moment, Ye Ye is facing the biggest crisis in his life.

After going round and round, he has become an elite warrior for more than a hundred battles, but he seems to have returned to his hometown of slaughter by the recruiting team. However, he was drained of all his energy, and he could only watch his homeland be burned and his relatives and friends were at a loss. When the slaughter was exhausted.

In front of him was a crooked, battered Bone Camp battle flag.

It seems that because the battle flag was soaked with too much blood, the heavy flag made the flagpole overwhelmed, and this battle flag fell into the foul-smelling soil "creeping".

Ye Ye's trembling gaze crossed the battle flag, and threw at the two groups of men and horses facing each other.

They are all full of flesh, sturdy backs and waists, on the burly body like cast-iron, with scars stacked on them, first-class tough guys.

The 36,000 pores in his body are also like a boiling boiler, constantly spraying out evil and murderous aura visible to the naked eye.

Many people's blood-stained war knives have been out of their sheaths, and their swords are vomiting like a hungry dragon.

There are also people whose muscles are tense, weighing hundreds of kilograms, and warhammers and tomahawks inlaid with steel thorns and iron tumors, jumping on the muscles that look like explosive packs.

Such a murderous team is almost like evil spirits crawling out of the depths of hell. Even the heavily armed wolf cavalry will have to avoid their sharp edges when they see them.

But at this moment, all the blades of the wolves, tigers and leopards that were vomiting fierce anger, should be aimed at each other.

Before the formation of the Big Horn Legion, many old brothers from the Bone Camp, who had followed the ancient dream saints all the way to the north and south, and fought with death and blood until the dawn of today, now they have pointed the sword with fierce flames at the nearby. Colleagues who have fought side by side for countless times.

These savage clashes of the Bloodhoof clan and the tearing of the clan’s minions of the Golden clan failed to kill the Bone Camp elites, but at this moment they are drawn out. The posture of death.