Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 1025 - Oracle

Chapter 1025: Oracle

In addition to the physical cordon, Meng Chao felt that the rat people’s volunteer army should set up a psychological cordon.

He found that many of the rat people who had been bullied were filled with a deep-rooted hatred for the clan warriors, but they were not at all on guard against the rat people.

Under the psychological hint of being in the same boat and having a common enemy, even if they met by chance, it was easy for them to open their hearts and lungs.

That was not right.

Meng Chao felt that he had to remind the Rat G.o.d’s emissary. In many cases, the eagle dogs raised by the clan warriors were more terrifying than the clan warriors themselves.

One should know that the rat people were also divided into wild rats and domestic rats.

The domestic rats, who had been servants for generations and had been taught from a young age to be loyal to their master, were needless to say.

Even if their homes were destroyed by the clan warriors and their family members were slaughtered, after a period of captivity and conditioning, it was possible for them to forget their hatred, destroy their humanity, and willingly act as accomplices for the “tiger.”

In order to win their master’s favor and get rid of their lowly status, these guys were willing to sell anyone’s life and soul in exchange for their master’s blood.

The countless protesters on the ancient earth did not die at the hands of the enemy directly. Instead, they were betrayed by traitors and died at the hands of their own people who they trusted without any reservations.

Therefore, if the Rat Liberation Army wanted to succeed, they had to be discriminating. They could not take in all the rotten fish and prawns, especially the domestic rats of the major families.

No matter how eloquent these guys were, they could not let them come into contact with the core secrets.

Of course, it was already too late to say these words now.

From the fact that the rat people’s Liberation Army did not cause too much of a commotion in Black-corner City in his previous life, the various large families that controlled Black-corner City might have already set their eyes on the secret organization of the rat people.

If they continued to defend pa.s.sively, the Rat Liberation Army’s plan would still be nipped in the bud.

Meng Chao suggested that the Rat Liberation Army take the initiative to attack and use offense instead of defense.

The so-called attack was not like a moth darting into the flames and attacking the temples of the big clans.

Instead, they should set off a series of small-scale riots all over Black-corner City.

Be it the declaration that the Rat G.o.d had descended on the walls, or the mysterious and meaningless symbols on the corners of the walls.

They could even gather their forces and use the divine weapons that they had just excavated to find an opportunity to ambush the relatively weak clan warriors.

They could also poison the clan warriors’ diets and set fire to the warehouses prepared for the Blood Hoof Army.

These were all strategies that could be considered.

They did not seek success and destruction. They only wanted to expand their influence and gain the trust, expectations, and support of the rat people.

They could also mobilize the investigative forces of the major families to the greatest extent, which annoyed the warriors of the clans. Their nerves, which had been stretched to the limit, gradually became numb and dull.

This was a method that Meng Chao had learned from the monster civilization.

Before the monster civilization launched a major attack against the Dragon City civilization, they would always launch a series of small-scale destruction, which greatly consumed the manpower, material, and energy of the Abnormal Beast Research Department.

The Abnormal Beast Research Department knew that the destruction was just a feint from the monster civilization, but it could not ignore it.

Otherwise, the acc.u.mulation of small-scale destruction might trigger a qualitative change from a quant.i.tative change, causing the Dragon City civilization to die from “excessive blood loss.”

It was an open conspiracy.

It was also an advantage for the attackers.

It had once caused Meng Chao and all the investigators of the Abnormal Beast Research Department to suffer unspeakably.

The wheel of fortune had turned. Now, it was Meng Chao’s turn to play the role of the “monster.”

He believed that the emissary of the Rat G.o.d should no longer think that his organization and plans were absolutely confidential and waste such a precious advantage.

Right, he also suggested that the rat militia could leave traces in some of the sabotage operations and point the finger at the major clans that controlled Black-corner City.

If possible, it would be best to create the effect that the warriors of the families would disguise themselves as believers of the Rat G.o.d and eliminate their compet.i.tors.

The warriors of the families were not united. The conflict between the Ironhide Clan and the Blood Hoof Clan could be traced back thousands of years.

Compared with the rat people that they had never cared about, the boar men or Minotaurs of the opposing clans were a bigger threat.

Therefore, it did not matter even if the forged evidence was clumsy.

In many cases, whether people believed in something did not depend on how sufficient and credible the evidence was.

It depended on whether people were willing to believe it or not, and what kind of benefits they could obtain if they believed it.

The above suggestions were all routine operations.

For Meng Chao, who had the multiple ident.i.ties of an abnormal beast investigator, a Ghost a.s.sa.s.sin, and a spear and a shield, he could write dozens of suggestions without even thinking.

Compared with giving suggestions and how to phrase them, it was more of a headache for him to imitate the tone of the ancient orcs.

After all, Turan was not his native language. It was already very difficult for him to speak it fluently. How could he perfectly imitate the tone of the rat hero from thousands of years ago?

Meng Chao wrote a few drafts, but he was not satisfied. He became irritated and decided to give up on himself.

“Forget it, the ancient orcs are much more civilized than they are now. How could they speak in obscure cla.s.sical Chinese? Maybe they speak more vernacular than the current Turan language!”

Meng Chao comforted himself.

He translated his meaning in vernacular.

In between the words, he added some cuneiform words that he had seen from the operating system of the totem armor.

Then, he etched these suggestions into a thin metal plate that had been peeled off from the wall in the depths of the tunnel under the slum.

After carefully decorating the metal plate, Meng Chao rolled it into a cylinder, ready to find an opportunity to stuff it into a place that the rat miners would definitely be able to dig out.

After the rat militia dug it out, would they believe that this was a “divine order” from the Big-horned Rat G.o.d and thus listen to Meng Chao’s words?

Meng Chao felt that if the Rat G.o.d’s messenger was not a fanatical lunatic and a barely qualified commander of the volunteer army, he would not believe such a ridiculous thing.

However, most of the rat people miners, slaves, servants, and “garbage bugs” would definitely be overjoyed and believe in it.

In the end, even if the Rat G.o.d’s emissary did not believe in any bullsh*t divine order.

He would still obediently do as Meng Chao said.

“As a friend of Dragon City, I can only help you so much,” Meng Chao muttered to himself.

Putting aside the freshly-made “Oracle of the Rat G.o.d,” he began to think about how he could obtain the greatest benefits in the ensuing chaos.

“Oh right, I also need a mask.”

Meng Chao thought to himself, “What does the so-called Rat G.o.d of the rat race look like?”

…

Leaf staggered across the finish line and finally could not help but vomit. Then, his legs went soft and he fell to the ground under the weight of hundreds of pounds of rock behind him. He almost knocked his front teeth out.

He only saw stars and the world was spinning. The leather rope tied to the wicker basket on his shoulder was deeply embedded in the gap between his shoulder blades. It was like two bone-sc.r.a.ping steel knives that were going to cut off his arms.

Leaf swore that he had never been so tired in his life.

He had run fifty laps around the training ground with a huge rock weighing hundreds of pounds on his back. Fifty laps!

Plus, this was only the easiest part of the daily compulsory lesson that the Reaper had set for him.

“Reaper, Reaper, are you a demon in the abyss of eternal night or an ascetic whose brain has been burned by the Holy Light?”

The rat peasant youth wailed in his heart. “Even the skeleton soldiers who never tire can’t bear such torment, can they?”

Looking at the fierce-looking “demon instructor’ in front of him, Leaf could not help but miss the Reaper in the past.

It should be known that the Reaper in the beginning was not so abnormal.

Although the training plan tailored for Leaf had been indeed very hard, it was something that could be endured through gritted teeth.

In fact, the Reaper was most opposed to excessive training. He believed that simply increasing the amount of training was the most irresponsible behavior. Not only would it increase the risk of injuries and the acc.u.mulation of hidden injuries, but it would also result in dead muscles, on the battlefield. One could not fight when they were stiff.

However, in the past few days, the Reaper had taken an unknown secret medicine and formulated a training plan for Leaf that worked day and night. It was as if he would not stop until he was dead.

Of course, to be fair, the Reaper’s own training amount was ten times more than Leaf’s.

However, Leaf was just a juvenile rat who had not fully matured yet. How could he be compared to a monster like the Reaper?

The physical hardships were secondary.

After all, after every training, the Reaper would personally stretch his muscles and activate them, guiding the shining arrowheads in his body to flow rapidly between his veins and nerves in a very comfortable way.

Even if he had been crying for his mother in pain during the training just now and wanted to die directly, all the pain and fatigue would disappear without a trace after his spirit energy was activated.

How painful it would be a moment prior, and how refreshing it would be a moment later.

Therefore, Leaf could still grit his teeth and persevere.

However, what was most unacceptable to the rat teenager was that he did not have the time to come into contact with the news and events related to the Rat G.o.d after such high-intensity training all day!

One should know that according to Spider and the other rat militia, the situation in Black-corner City had been really turbulent these past few days. There were many good shows!

At the thought of the Rat G.o.d’s arrival, in the depths of Picturesque Orchid Lake, a huge army formed entirely of rat civilians was gathering. It was possible that a large number of rat heroes had infiltrated Black-corner City, they were about to step on the n.o.ble heads of the clan elders.

Leaf felt as if a ball of fire had been stuffed into his chest. Even after this period of bitter cultivation, his chest was twice as thick as before. It could not withstand this ball of raging flames, which gushed out from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears!