Chapter 1188: Fire of Hundred Blades City
According to the Great Horned Legion's deployment, the forces surrounding the Wounded Soldiers Camp should have been relatively weak second-line troops.
At that moment, the tents of those second-line troops were all ablaze.
Rolling heat waves came together with earth-shaking, heart-rending cries.
The situation was even more severe than Meng Chao had imagined.
The camp mutiny was like a true tsunami. In less than half a Ke Shi, its destructive force had spread through every camp within dozens of miles.
Chaos. Utter chaos.
Every camp had fallen into an uncontrollable vortex.
Flames shot into the sky everywhere; ghostly shadows lurked everywhere; blades flashed everywhere. Everywhere, people bared their fangs and claws like zombies, while others stood blankly in the darkness as though their brains and souls had been scooped hollow, not knowing where their lead-filled, thousand-pound legs should take them.
Meng Chao sped along like lightning.
He chose shadowed paths beyond the reach of the firelight whenever possible.
He avoided clashing with the out-of-control mutineers.
He merely pricked up his ears, gathering useful intelligence from the hysterical shouts of the mutineers.
Just as he had expected.
The mutineers were all yelling about scraps of hearsay that had appeared from nowhere.
Some said that the Lion and Tiger Clans had already entered the Wolf Clan's positions, and that those legendary warriors whose fierce reputations resounded across Turanze were about to launch a thunderous strike against the Great Horned Legion.
Others said that the Blood Hoof, Dark Moon, Lightning, and Divine Wood Clans had reached an agreement with the Golden Clan. Their four-clan coalition was crushing forward from behind the Great Horned Legion, ready to join the Golden Clan's army and grind every member of the Great Horned Legion into meat patties as thin as