Having just escaped alive and prepared to embark on a brand-new journey, the fugitives were also full of curiosity about the Great Horned Legion, this force said to belong to the ratfolk themselves.
Everyone scrambled to strike up a conversation with the baby-faced warrior named Yuan Gu Bang, hoping to learn more about the Great Horned Legion from him.
Meng Chao and Ice Storm pretended to keep their heads down as they traveled, but both pricked up their ears, hearing every word exchanged between the crowd and the two Great Horned warriors.
"Yuan Gu Bang, does your Great Horned Legion really have over a million men, like that master just said?"
One of the fugitives impatiently asked the question everyone cared about most.
In truth, the fugitives did not really understand what "over a million" meant.
They were merely repeating the description of that Great Horned Officer, instinctively feeling that it meant "a whole, whole, whole, whole lot."
"You've got that question all wrong!"
Yuan Gu Bang said with a grin. "First, it isn't 'your' Great Horned Legion, but 'our' Great Horned Legion—this glorious and mighty legion belongs to all ratfolk, including everyone here!
"Second, there are no 'masters' in the Great Horned Legion. Not only are the captains of hundred-man and thousand-man teams not called masters, even generals who command an entire warband are not masters. Like ordinary soldiers, they are warriors who fight with all their strength and utmost devotion for the Great Horned Rat God and all ratfolk!"
"Ah..."
The ratfolk had never heard of such an army.
They looked at one another, both bewildered and excited.
"Still, there is one thing you got right. The Great Horned Legion truly has more than a million soldiers. And as time goes on, all the ratfolk across Turanze will