The ratfolk who had originally been driven into a corner were all stirred by that mysterious, unfathomable voice, their final reserves of strength ignited.
They used both hands and feet, rolling and crawling through the grass.
That voice continued to ring out.
But this time, it seemed to be right in front of them, so close they could almost touch it.
It drew them onward, forcing their exhausted legs to move and their fingernails-stripped, blood-streaming fingers to reach toward an unknown hope.
Only after every drop of energy had been squeezed from every muscle fiber, after even the cartilage in their joints had been ground clean away, when they collapsed in the grass as though their bodies had fallen apart, did the voice say with satisfaction, "Good. Rest here. When dawn comes, you will see hope!"
Thus, by precisely controlling sound waves and simulating sound sources at varying distances, Meng Chao gathered several hundred stray ratfolk near Old Bear Hide and Yuan Gu Bang's group, arranging them in an even circle around them.
When dawn arrived, Old Bear Hide and Yuan Gu Bang's men would only need to search a few dozen meters in every direction to discover these "reinforcements."
"Perhaps the Great Horned Rat God truly blessed these lucky fellows, allowing them to meet you."
After watching Meng Chao's every move, Ice Storm could not help sighing sincerely.
Though she herself did not care about the lives of ratfolk.
Still, a partner who could not bear to stand by and watch others die was always more reassuring than someone ruthless enough to treat human life as grass.
"I can't save every ratfolk, but since they stumbled right before my eyes, if I can save them, I should."
Meng Chao said, "Besides, we need these ratfolk to provide cover if