Chương 1163: Crossing the River of Memory

Even the Mount Wolves were trembling like frightened rabbits in the face of the violent snowstorm.

They tried their best to get close to each other and huddled into mountains of flesh, using the group's body temperature to resist the harsh nature.

However, in the middle of the wolves, there were some small human figures with sparse hair that were shivering.

They were naturally the Ancient Dream Saintess and the rat slaves who were in charge of taking care of the wolves.

Meng Chao had heard the veterans of the Great Horn Army talk about the Ancient Dream Saintess' background.

He knew that before she received enlightenment from the Big-horned Rat God, she had been a slave in a Wolf Clan's settlement, and she had been in charge of taking care of the Wolf Clan's most important asset, the Mount Wolves.

It was not an easy task.

The Mount Wolves were savage and untamed. They were completely different from warhorses.