All the rat warriors opened their eyes and mouths in confusion.

Their mouths are so big that they can fit a giant woolly elephant with raised tusks.

No matter how much they searched, they could not find words accurate and rich enough in their poor vocabulary to describe the shock that this golden Valkyrie statue brought to them, which was a hundred times more powerful than the zombie rat god.

The golden Valkyrie seems to have three to five sets of totem armors nested in layers.

Each set of armor presents a crystal clear translucent texture.

Between the armors, countless golden threads crisscrossed each other, forming a dense spiritual circulation network.

Like blood vessels and nerves, it outlines this gorgeous life body that shines like energy.

And her facial features are still the same as those of the ancient dream saint in the past.

The facial lines are more distinct, and it looks like it is carved from marble, giving it a heroic look.

The eyes that shot out from the four pupils became clearer and firmer, like blazing flames, as if they could illuminate the dark road ten thousand miles ahead, filled with blood and thorns.

She held an octagonal prism shield in her left hand. The surface of the shield was covered with golden spikes, full of aggressive flavor.

The right hand raised high is holding a golden giant sword surrounded by electric arcs.

This giant sword seems to be condensed from ten thousand rays of the strongest sunshine at noon and ten thousand rays of the brightest lightning in the dark night. It possesses the mysterious power that penetrates the soul.

Even if the rat warriors who are located at the outermost edge of the battle formation, hundreds of meters away, see it from a distance, they will feel that the sword light of the Ancient Dream Saint is coming straight towards them.

No, this is not an attack, but a guide.

The sword light of the Ancient Dream Saint went straight towards thousands of rat warriors, but at the last moment it passed over their shoulders, passed by the corners of their eyes and cheeks, and pointed all the way to the south.

With the stinging pain in the corners of their eyes and cheeks, the rat warriors involuntarily twisted their necks and turned their sights in the direction pointed by the Saint of Ancient Dreams.

Their eyes and mouths, which were originally opened to the limit, were torn apart one after another, almost spurting out blood.

"This, what is this?"

"How can this be!"

"Lord Saint, this is the revelation you gave us. Isn't it true that the journey of the Great Horn Legion has not been completed yet? Is there still hope for the tens of millions of rat people?"

Everyone was stunned and stunned.

Where they focused their eyes in disbelief, on the southern horizon, among the thick smoke, dark clouds and jungles, a magnificent city with a myriad of splendor and beauty appeared out of thin air.

Because the distance was too far, the rat warriors could not see the details of the city clearly.

But from the rows of high-rise buildings, the majestic majesty of mountains, and the countless shining light spots surrounding the high-rise buildings, it can be seen that this is not a city that high-level orcs can build with brute force, but a city that has obtained the ancestral spirit.

Blessings, the city on the mountain that can only be built with the power of totems, the city of glory!

Some rat warriors from deserts and grasslands have seen or heard of "mirages".

But according to the rumors of the old people and priests, mirages are not something that can appear casually.

That is the glorious city on the top of the holy mountain, its reflection projected onto Turanze!

The phantom of the golden Valkyrie and the huge city on the horizon lasted for more than half a minute, and finally disappeared in the blazing golden firelight.

Only an unforgettable burning sensation remained on the retinas of the rat warriors, making them unable to calm down for a long time.

Many people shed hot tears without knowing it.

This is not fear.

But he was saved from a desperate situation and cried with joy.

"Did you, did you see it?"

"I'm not the only one who saw the Holy Lady and the big city on the horizon, right?"

"Everyone has seen it, I'm not the only one hallucinating!"

"This is the revelation that the Holy Lady has given us in the clearest way!"

Now, even the dullest people have realized that the Saint of Ancient Dreams not only did not die, but also possessed a more powerful totem power.

Only in such an incredible way can she convey her will to everyone at the same time.

Although they still don't know what the shining golden Valkyrie and the magnificent city on the horizon mean.

But that certainly doesn’t mean they surrender to the wolves, tigers and leopards around them, absolutely not!

"Mountain dog, what do you think? Now you still want to insist that the Holy Lady is dead, the Great Horn Legion is finished, and the courage, struggle and sacrifice of thousands of rat people have no meaning and hope?"

The red bear laughed loudly, his momentum surged, and his wet and droopy hair stood up again like a sharp arrow with a bowstring fully drawn.

The exploding hair made his figure suddenly expand three to five times, completely overwhelming his originally evenly matched opponent.

The mountain dog was speechless.

The faces of his loyal confidants and siblings who had followed him for many years showed the light of turning around and surviving in desperate situations.

To be honest, they are not willing to surrender if there is even a chance.

Regardless of justice, in terms of interests, who can guarantee that "Jackal" Canus can really fulfill his promise?

Even if the Wolf King himself is willing to fulfill his promise, even the rat people know that the Wolf Clan is far from the most powerful tribe among the Golden Clan.

If the Lion Clan and Tiger Clan raise the wrath of thunder, they must be severely punished as "rebels", or they may be used as bargaining chips and returned to their original masters, the four major clans of Bloodhoof, Thunderbolt, Darkmoon and Shenmu.

Can the little wolf king defy the will of the lion king and tiger king?

If it fell into the hands of its original master, especially the Bloodhoof clan whose Black Horn City was destroyed, even a happy death would become an impossible luxury, let alone continue to live.

Even under the most perfect situation, they were not punished, nor were they broken up or reorganized.

In the upcoming Battle of Glory, they will surely be the cannon fodder at the front of Turan's army.

The chance of surviving the cleansing of the Holy Light and the bombing of magic is extremely slim.

The elites of the Bone Camp are not afraid of death.

I'm just afraid that my death will be meaningless.

Since the Ancient Dream Saint is still alive and has charted a glorious path and a clear direction for them.

Serving as cannon fodder for the five major clans means death, and fighting for the future of all rat people means death at worst.

Is there any reason not to choose the latter?

"Danglang".

In the mountain dog's hand, two full-moon scimitars that were greatly strengthened by a liquid-like metal substance fell to the ground.

The seemingly extremely hard silvery metal attached to the blade turned into round mercury, flowed back to his body, and was sucked into his body again along with the totem armor on his body.

The mountain dog is disarmed.

There was a complicated expression on his face.

The scars and wrinkles crisscrossing between the eyebrows and eyes, after trembling for a long time, finally converged into a brilliant smile like trickles of water converging into a sparkling lake.

Until this moment, the two groups of men behind the two iron-blooded warriors who were at war with each other finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down their weapons at the same time, and showed the same heartfelt smile as the generals.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Suddenly, a rapid coughing sound came from the center of the crowd.

The curled up leaves slowly wake up.

Red Bear, Mountain Dog and all the elites of the White Bone Battalion hurriedly gathered around.

Countless pairs of big hands lifted the leaves up at the same time.

"Yi Zi, how are you?"

Red Bear and Mountain Dog asked nervously in unison.

"I……"

Ye Zi's face was pale, he was sweating profusely, and he was a little dehydrated. It seemed that he had just completed an extremely important mission and exhausted all his strength.

However, despite being in the spotlight, he did not panic or flinch at all.

Even though he was extremely tired, he still calmed down and carefully recalled everything that had just happened.

"I seem to have had a dream..."

The rat boy took a deep breath and slowly told all the rat warriors who were unwilling to be oppressed, unwilling to surrender, and unafraid of death everything he saw in his dream.

…

Three days later.

To the southwest of Hundred Blades City, there is a forest path that was originally inaccessible but is now filled with rotting corpses.

A lizard with three heads and red pustules all over its back was lying on the corpses of the rat people, feasting on it.

After eating so much that he gradually relaxed his vigilance, he did not realize that his death was approaching.

Speaking of which, the past ten days and a half have been a good time for the three-headed lizard, a small sharp-mouthed beast that lives in the dense forests around Bairen City.

First, the Wolf Cavalry and the Big Horn Legion set up ambushes in the dense forest, outflanked, lured the enemy, and fought bloody battles. Almost every thrilling collision left behind hundreds to thousands of corpses.
To be continued...