With that thought, the vast majority of the thousand-odd Ratfolk Servant Soldiers rose to their feet.
Led by Ye Zi and twenty-nine veteran soldiers personally chosen by Meng Chao, they gathered into a scorching torrent and charged toward the Training Camp gates.
An eerie glimmer shone in the eyes of Brute Hammer's Ratfolk guards, who had been staring fixedly at him.
Brute Hammer's Ratfolk guards were like homeless dogs with broken spines, unable even to straighten their backs.
Trembling with fear and putting on a fierce front to hide their weakness, they asked, "Y-you, what are you trying to do? Aren't you afraid of dying?"
"Hmph, even your master got beaten by Night Demon until he pissed himself and fled. What are you lackeys acting so smug for?"
Hiding amid the crowd, Spider said in a strange, mocking tone, "Better watch out. When the Bloodhoof Army returns to the city, they might make you accompany Brute Hammer to the grave!"
Those words turned every one of Brute Hammer's Ratfolk guards deathly pale.
The Turan Civilization did not have a tradition of burying servants with the dead.
After all, when Glory Warriors died, they were meant to journey to the Sacred Mountain, where they would fight eternally by day and revel eternally by night, joining the ranks of the ancestral spirits.
Lowly Ratfolk clearly lacked the qualifications to enter the Sacred Mountain after death.
Since their final destinations were different, burial sacrifice had no meaning.
But their master, Brute Hammer, had suffered severe injuries and had most likely lost the greater part of his combat strength.
And with Night Demon having branded such a humiliating mark onto his forehead, he likely would never again be able to hold his head high among the Glory Warriors for the rest of his life.