News that the Great Horned Rat God had Descended spread so swiftly and so widely that quite a few Clan Warriors caught wind of it.
However, the warriors busy assembling their armies to take part in the Five Clans Competition and the Era of Glory paid no heed to such groundless rumors.
After all, the tradition of Turan Heroes was to wage war against the strong.
Who would care about the savior imagined by these stinking rats, whose bloodlines were filthy and who lacked even the strength to truss a chicken?
After gathering a great deal of intelligence from Ye Zi, Meng Chao had also probed Ice Storm indirectly about whether she knew anything concerning the Great Horned Rat God.
"Of course I do."
The Snow Leopard Female Warrior shrugged, looking utterly unconcerned. "With war about to begin, the naturally timid rats are all terribly nervous. What is so strange about them praying to the ancestral spirits they imagined into existence?
"Though I do not believe that, long ago, there truly was some incomparably valiant Ratfolk hero covered from head to toe in great horns, if the ratfolk want to daydream, let them daydream.
"Right now, all the Clan Warriors are busy killing one another, devouring Totem Armor, and constantly leveling up to become stronger. Who has the spare time to care about the ratfolk's rotten business?"
"But—"
Meng Chao thought for a moment before saying, "Many ratfolk in Black Horn City now believe that the Great Horned Rat God has Descended and has formed an army deep within Turanze—an army belonging exclusively to the ratfolk.
"Aren't the Clan Warriors and the Bloodhoof Clan's big shots worried that this 'Ratfolk Legion' might have some impact on Turanze's future?"
"Ratfolk? An army?"
Ice Storm snorted disdainfully and looked Meng Chao up