Meng Chao estimated that compared to his previous life, at least several hundred thousand ratfolk who had originally been doomed to die would now escape disaster.
Although, at first, the panic-stricken fugitives were still lost deep in the vast grasslands, scattered like loose sand.
As long as their general direction was right and they gritted their teeth as they headed north, they would eventually join up with more and more companions.
It did not matter even if the Mandala Fruit they carried with them ran out.
Compared with Clan Warriors, the ratfolk's greatest advantage was that they were not picky eaters.
Whether wild grass, tree roots, or vegetable seeds, all could temporarily fill the ratfolk's bellies and sustain them until the day victory arrived.
Thus, Meng Chao and Ice Storm mingled with the tidal wave of fleeing ratfolk, heading north for another three days and nights before finally seeing a new transit camp large enough to accommodate over ten thousand ratfolk for temporary rest.
The camp was heavily fortified on all sides.
The elite troops guarding it possessed Battle Intent no less vigorous than that of Clan Warriors.
With tens of thousands of ratfolk gathered here, even Bloodhoof Clan regular battle groups would not be able to crush through them so easily.
Meng Chao was finally able to get a good night's sleep.
And in his dreams, he saw the Great Horned Rat God again.
In the previous dream, the Great Horned Rat God had been imposing and murderous. This time, however, it had become kind and benevolent, surrounded by warm smiles.
Amid flowers, applause, and brilliant sunlight, Meng Chao received the Great Horned Rat God's recognition and blessing.
In his daze, it was as though a voice congratulated him for finally passing a grueling trial and officially becoming a