"I wonder whether the Ancient Dream Saintess could also break free of 'Jackal' Kanus's mental invasion. Since that cunning Wolf King had launched his attack ahead of schedule, there was no way he would leave things half-finished. But just how many interlocking schemes had he prepared, enough to bury the entire Great Horned Legion in one stroke?"
As Meng Chao thought this, his senses gradually cleared.
Very soon, he smelled the thick stench of blood and burning grease, and heard bizarre shrieks like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.
"What's going on?"
Meng Chao was startled.
The Wounded Soldiers Camp where he was stationed received severely wounded soldiers every day, warriors who had fought valiantly beneath Hundred Blades City until they were covered in wounds. The air being thick with blood was hardly strange.
But the smell of burning grease clearly meant a great fire was raging, turning countless bodies of flesh and blood into fuel!
The Wounded Soldiers Camp lay deep within the heavily fortified heartland of the Great Horned Legion. Where had such roaring flames that devoured flesh and blood come from?
Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and looked around.
What he saw nearly froze the blood throughout his body.
Though his soul had returned to his body,
he discovered that he had merely leaped from one nightmare into another, more real nightmare.
On the rows of sickbeds beside him, more than a hundred warriors with missing limbs, ruptured intestines, and torn bellies had originally been recuperating.
Of course, whenever the pain flared up or their dressings were changed, they could not endure it and would groan or even howl.
But most of the time, after taking secret medicines containing hypnotic ingredients and receiving comfort from the priests, they would sink into deep sleep.
Even when half-awake, they were