Before Meng Chao could think of a way to sneak into the abandoned sewage pipe …
The battlefield gradually shifted to the slums.
The rat people who lived in the slums all ran out.
The clan warriors had a sense of honor that they believed they were infallible.
Under normal circumstances, they would not kill the rat people for fun.
This was especially so in the Game of the Brave, which was a large-scale competition where they offered sacrifices to their ancestors. It was a very ritualistic event.
The clan warriors would not take the initiative to target the rat people directly.
They would not be mocked by others or punished by their ancestors.
However, they would not deliberately avoid the rat people or care about the life and death of a particular rat person.
Basically, the rat people were obstacles that were similar to broken walls or trash cans in the eyes of the bloodthirsty and fighting spirit of the clan warriors.
They were also flying items that could be grabbed and thrown at their opponents.
The rat people who lived in the area were originally curled up in small, simple shacks and shivering.
But their thin, leaky walls were nothing more than a fence made of mud.
They did not even have mud. They could only use rags to cover them.
It was clear that they could not withstand the sabers and killing intent of the clan warriors.
It had to be known that the boar-people and minotaurs were terrifying existences that were more than two meters tall and weighed more than one hundred and fifty kilograms.
If they had some Savage Elephant blood in their bodies, it was normal for them to be more than four meters tall and weigh nearly one ton.
Even if these huge creatures did not have any "malicious intent", they only needed to rub against the rat people's shacks lightly to make them collapse. They would break their bones and turn them into a bloody mess.
It had to be admitted that in the beginning, the clan warriors did not have the intention to intentionally destroy the slums.
But as the battle became more intense, some of the warriors noticed that after the rat people's shacks collapsed, they could grab a lot of shattered stones and beams to use them as weapons to throw at their opponents.
Some of the warriors used too much strength and saw stars. They had to retreat to the broken walls to catch their breath.
Their opponents naturally did not want to give them any time to cool down. They roared and pounced on him, sending him flying more than ten meters away. They crashed into the rat people's shacks.
Several sets of reinforced iron bones that weighed several tons, covered in bristles and even thorns, were rolling around the dilapidated walls.
Naturally, they collapsed and crushed everything in their rolling area.
Soon, the flames of war spread to half of the slums.
The remaining half of the slums covered their heads and ran for their lives, scattering in all directions in despair.
The rat people's behavior made Meng Chao sigh in his heart.
In the ancient era of Earth, there was a philosopher who once said that even for a mouse, reincarnating in a rice barn and reincarnating in a toilet were two completely different concepts.
The ratfolk slave soldiers living in the Blood Skull Arena were often in danger of losing their lives, and they had to train crazily day and night, sometimes even dying from exhaustion.
However, in order to ensure that they had enough fighting strength, their masters usually wouldn't embezzle their food, and would even try their best to obtain large amounts of high-energy food and sharp weapons for them.
The outstanding ones among the rat people might have been raised to have the backs of tigers and waists of bears. Their bodies were plump and strong, and their fur was glossy and shiny. They were deeply trusted by their masters, and at first glance, they were no different from the clan warriors.
Therefore, in the colosseum, it was difficult to feel that there was such a huge gap between the rat folk and the warriors.
But these Rat Citizens …
They were all scavengers.
They were the lowest level of the war machine that was the Turan civilization.
Perhaps they could not even be considered as rivets in the war machine.
They were just fuel. They were charcoal that was about to be burned to ashes.
There were two sources of scavengers.
The first was the children among the rat people.
Because of her petite body, she could freely move through the complicated, dark, and narrow sewage pipes, which was why she was able to avoid the fate of starving to death in the wilderness. She was able to live a little longer in Black Corner City before she was suffocated by the swamp gas, drowned by the excrement, or bitten to death by the venomous insects lurking in the depths of the garbage piles.
The second was the slave workers who had most of their flesh and energy squeezed out of them in the forges or mines.
When they were captured and brought to Black Corner City, they might be in their twenties or thirties.
But after suffering for a year and a half in the forges or mines, even if they were lucky enough not to die, their hair would turn white, their teeth would fall out, their eyes would become blurry, their nostrils would turn black, and they would have difficulty breathing. They were as thin as sticks.
They had already lost the right to continue burning themselves in the forges or mines to illuminate the entire civilization.
To repay the benevolent ancestral spirits for allowing them to continue living, they turned into scavengers. They crawled dozens of meters deep into the darkness, which was filled with all sorts of trash and excrement and was filled with thick smog. They cleared the clogged pipes, gathered and moved fermented excrement, and nourished the accompanying plants of the Devil's Snare Trees. They tried to harvest some normal crops in the Glory Era, where the Devil's Snare Trees could not harvest anything. This way, some of the rat people could maintain their half-dead state so that more rat people could be born and continue serving as cannon fodder, slave workers, and scavengers.
Hence, the adult rat people who appeared in front of Meng Chao were like skeletons wrapped in large skin bags. They did not look like humans or ghosts.
Many of them had sunken eye sockets, and even their eyeballs had shriveled up. Not a single hint of light could be seen in them.
Even if half of their shacks were destroyed by the warriors and the warriors' maces and morningstars charged past them, not a single hint of fear or desire to live could be seen on their apathetic faces.
It was as if their souls had long since been worn down by the constant torment in the mines, furnaces, and drainage pipes.
They only had empty shells left, and they were just waiting for the warriors to harvest them at any moment.
The children had just arrived in Black Corner City.
The blue sky, the refreshing mountain spring, the bright flowers, and the unbridled laughter shone in his big eyes, which were made even rounder by the contrast of his thin face.
This light had not been completely devoured by the darkness in the drainage pipes.
So naive and childish children still had some fantasies about tomorrow in their hearts.
This fantasy made them scream, cry, and shout. They wanted to escape from the chaotic battlefield and continue living until tomorrow arrived.
But they were too young. They could not understand the sacred ancestral spirits, supreme glory, the violence of the warriors, and where the safest place was.
Many of the children lost their way in the dust stirred up when their shacks collapsed.
Their heads were dizzy, and when they ran around, they ended up at the center of the battlefield.
The warriors were in high spirits, so it was only natural that they did not have a good impression of the bastards who disturbed their mood and tainted their glory.
The battlefield that was already chaotic to the extreme instantly became even more chaotic, bloody, and brutal.
"These bastards …"
Meng Chao mumbled to himself in the darkness.
He could hear the bones in his fingers cracking as he clenched his fists tightly.
The greatest difference between the rat people and the warriors in terms of appearance was that the rat people's bloodline had regressed, and the genes of various beasts clashed with each other, so their beast-like characteristics were not very obvious.
Compared to the warriors of the clans, they were thinner, and their fur was shorter and sparser. Many of the rat people did not even have fangs, claws, or hooves. They only had a pair of small and exquisite beast ears and a tail that was as small as a ball of fur.
This meant that the rat people were more like humans than the warriors.
This was also why the warriors thought that Meng Chao was an ugly rat person with black hair and black eyes in the beginning.
It was also why the rat people were bullied. Aside from their beast ears and tails, they were really similar to the holy light humans in the north who were controlled by Evil God.
As for the warriors of the clans, the purer their bloodline was, the more obvious their beast-like characteristics were. The children of aristocratic families with military legacies that had been passed down for one thousand years were like boars and bulls that stood on their hind legs, or the amalgamation of boars, bulls, and elephants.
This was what it meant to be a good man who had received the blessing and recognition of the ancestral spirit.
Hence, to Meng Chao, the scene in front of him was a group of monsters that did not look like humans bullying a group of humans with beast ears and tails.
And they were children.
There was a possibility that they were children from Cailuo Village who saved his life, fed him Mandala Juice, poured cold water on his burning forehead, and blew the Cailuo Wind Chimes when he was about to fall into an endless abyss. They let out bell-like giggles and pulled him back to the human world.
"Bastards, if you want to go crazy, go crazy on your own! Don't bully the weak and drag the innocent into it!"
Sparks flew between Meng Chao's molars.
At that moment, a few rat people who seemed to be only seven or eight years old ran in the direction where Meng Chao was hiding.
Meng Chao's eyes were sharp, and he instantly saw a whistle made of a colorful conch hanging around the neck of the child in front.
Although the colorful conch was stained with too much dust and dirt, it was still able to move freely.
But under the illumination of the sun, it still reflected a brilliant brilliance.
Meng Chao could vaguely remember seeing a similar light when he was half-conscious.
Overjoyed, he was just about to voice out his instructions.
Suddenly, they heard a muffled groan. A three-meter-tall Minotaur Warrior was waving his arms and legs in midair. He was like a huge mountain of flesh as he crashed down in the direction where the children were running.
Meng Chao's pupils shrank to the size of needles.
His limbs were like springs that had been compressed to the limit, and they suddenly burst open.
Around his knee, elbow, and shoulder joints, popping sounds of his tendons bouncing could be heard.
He pounced forward like a whirlwind.
He grabbed a child with each hand and lifted his neck. The hooded cloak wrapped around the other two children and flung all four of them away. He managed to avoid the Minotaur Warrior's charge by a hair's breadth.
Boom!
The Minotaur Warrior's charge created a deafening sound.
If it were not for Meng Chao's quick reflexes, at least two of the four children would have been crushed to a pulp by the Minotaur Warrior's iron bones, which weighed nearly half a ton.
The Minotaur Warrior was indeed the strongest existence in Blood Hoof Tribe.
Even the ground was left with a shallow pit. The Minotaur Warrior managed to get up on his feet while swaying, but he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
But in front of him, which was Meng Chao and the four children, was an even larger wild boar. It had bloodshot eyes, and steam gushed out of its nostrils. It stood on its hind legs.
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