Of course, he could either ride on the coattails of the future Turan King, Jackal Canus.
Or pretend to ride on Canus' coattails and look for a chance to get rid of him.
The prerequisite was that he had to find him first.
Based on the memories from his previous life, Meng Chao retraced the timeline. Right now, Jackal Canus should still be the leader of the wolves. He should be in Pure Gold City, the main city of the Golden Clan, listening to the orders of the lion people and tiger people.
This was why Meng Chao was in a hurry to head to Pure Gold City.
However, when he thought about it carefully, since Jackal Canus was about to lead the wolf army to suppress the Great Horn Rebellion, he should first get in touch with the believers of the Great Horn Rat God.
Then, I should first make contact with the believers of the Great Horned Rat God and even infiltrate the Great Horn Rebel Army to wait for Canus the Jackal to come knocking on my door.
By the way, when Meng Chao analyzed the situation in Turan and searched for potential partners in the Turan civilization, the rat people rebel army had entered Meng Chao's sights.
However, even though Meng Chao sympathized with the rat people, including Leaf, who had been oppressed and trampled over for thousands of years,
He also agreed that the rat people who could no longer tolerate it had the natural right to rise up in revolt.
He was even willing to help the rat people like Leaf get rid of the "lords" who rode roughshod over them.
But the fighting strength of the rat people rebel army was too weak.
In the history of war on Earth in ancient times, when they were cornered, they were inspired by fanatical superstition, lacked professional skills, equipment, a unified plan, and a strict organization. If they rose up in revolt for a moment of pleasure, they would usually not be able to escape the fate of being destroyed as soon as they rose up.
The best ending was that they would end up working for someone else.
The rebel army might destroy an old dynasty.
But they did not have the ability to create a new world.
In the end, the fruits of victory were usually taken by powerful officials, warlords, and ambitious schemers like Jackal Canus.
It was even more so for the Other World, where individual fighting strength had an impact on the entire civilization, which was far greater than on Earth.
Compared to the warriors, the fighting strength of the rat people servant soldiers was incredibly weak.
Even if the rat people rebel army was dozens of times the number of warriors, they still had the courage to charge forward and face death calmly.
In front of the killing techniques and totem armor that had been passed down for thousands of years, the result would be like a moth flying into a flame.
In any case, Meng Chao remembered that the Great Horn Rebellion in his previous life was completely quelled by Jackal Canus within one or two years.
The Horned Rat God could not become Turanze's savior.
Naturally, he could not help Meng Chao change Dragon City's fate.
"All in all, let's find an opportunity to get in touch with the believers of the Great Horned Rat God and the rebels of the rat people first. Let's see if they have anything else worth cooperating with other than their fanatical faith and the daydreams of the sixth clan."
Meng Chao made up his mind and returned to Blood Skull Arena.
At this moment, the Blood Skull Arena was like a large, chaotic military camp, with many more clan warriors.
They had been defeated by the gladiators from Blood Skull Arena in the Game of the Brave. Based on their promise and tradition, they had joined the newly formed Blood Skull Squad and swore loyalty to Casava Blood Hoof.
However, they had just gone through a series of terrifying fights on the streets. When they returned to Blood Skull Arena to rest, they seemed to be immersed in the extreme pleasure of releasing too much dopamine and endorphins.
They were either drinking and gambling in groups of three to five or eating a lot of Mandala Fruits and totem beasts and were meditating to regulate their breathing.
No one paid attention to Meng Chao, who was a "minor character" who had snuck in by sticking close to the wall.
As for the rat people servant soldiers, aside from Meng Chao, no one else dared to run to their deaths on the streets that were filled with killing intent during the Game of the Brave, which was filled with chaos and chaos.
All of them gathered in Blood Skull Arena and went through high-intensity training while they waited for the final reorganization of Blood Skull Squad.
When Meng Chao arrived at Ice Storm's trump card training ground, the Snow Leopard Warrior had already arrived before him.
The Mithril Harvester had become sharper and fiercer. The vortex-shaped patterns on its surface had become finer and more dazzling. Even its killing intent had become colder and suffocating. Based on these changes, Ice Storm had definitely gained a lot from the Game of the Brave.
However, when their gazes met, Ice Storm shone with even more curiosity.
The Snow Leopard Warrior swung her claws gently.
The door to the trump card training ground automatically closed behind Meng Chao. It was shut tight and bolted.
Then, a thick layer of ice quickly grew on it.
It was like a completely sealed ice cave.
"How many totem armor fragments did you get?" Ice Storm asked eagerly.
Meng Chao thought about it for a while.
Since they still wanted to work together, it was impossible for him to not tell his temporary ally a single card.
To high-grade orcs who worshiped the strong, it was necessary for them to reveal a certain amount of their strength.
Besides, it was just a few of the lowest grade totem armor fragments. There was no need for him to hide them.
He still had a lot of things to ask Ice Storm about regarding the secrets of the totem armor.
With this thought in mind, Meng Chao brought his right index and middle fingers together and pressed them against the center of his eyebrows. With a unique brainwave, he activated the high-frequency oscillation of his vitality magnetic field and awakened the totem armor in his body.
Whoosh!
Tremendous substances that were similar to liquid metal were secreted from the pores on his body and covered every inch of his skin, including his fingers and toes, at a visible speed. Then, they solidified into glamorous armor that was emitting a metallic luster but also boasted biological activity.
After fusing with a large number of fragments, the totem armor no longer had the huge, heavy, and domineering style that belonged to the Bloodhoof Family when it was snatched from Big Buck.
There was practically no sharpness or protrusion on the dull black armor. It was filled with smooth arcs that looked like frozen black waves.
The ox head embossed on the breastplate had also been abstracted to such a high degree that only a pair of red eyes and two sharp horns remained.
If there was anything else about the totem armor that made people shudder, it would be the four curved blades that extended from the elbows and knees.
The four scimitars that were as thin as cicada wings were originally tightly attached to the grooves at the joints of the armor.
But as long as Meng Chao bent his elbows and knees and exerted a little force, they would jump out like the fangs of an ancient beast. At lightning speed, they would cut into the tiniest gap between the sturdiest bones of the enemy.
No, it was not just four sharp blades.
On the inside of his palms, the tips of his feet, and the heels of his feet, there were actually six shorter and sharper blades embedded in them.
But Meng Chao, who had always kept a low profile, felt that there was no need to show them off.
But even such a low-key totemic armor gave the Snow Leopard female warrior a huge fright.
"You … You melted all the scraps of the armor on the spot and built a full-body armor directly?"
Ice Storm was dumbfounded.
Of course she knew what Meng Chao wanted to do.
But she thought that even if Meng Chao successfully ambushed them, ambushed them, and stole a few armor fragments …
He would have to obediently return to the Blood Skull Gladiator Arena and slowly fuse with it under her supervision.
An outsider who came into contact with a totemic armor for the first time could devour so many armor fragments in one go and directly condense them into a set of … such a unified and distinct style of full-body armor.
Moreover, his mind was still clear and stable, and his mind had not been taken away by the totem armor.
It meant that his willpower was far stronger than that of the evil spirits in the broken pieces of the armor combined.
In any case, whether it was in the Golden Clan or the Bloodhoof Clan, Haifeng had never seen such an incredible fellow.
"You, what kind of monster are you!"
Ice Storm couldn't help but exclaim, "Don't you feel that every time you melt a piece of the totem armor, a lot of scenes of slaughter and messy information will flood into your brain and make it explode?"
Meng Chao shrugged.
He could roughly guess why the high-grade orcs could not devour too many armor fragments in one go.
Because the brains of high-grade orcs were too small.
Perhaps their brain capacity was about the same as that of Earthlings.
Based on their huge bodies, if they were scaled up, they would have even more brains than Earthlings.
However, wisdom, willpower, and mental resistance were never something that could be measured by the size of one's brain.
The once brilliant and glorious Turan civilization had been declining for a long time.
The current high-grade orcs grew up in a relatively simple and even isolated environment.
Even the so-called military nobles were the same.
There was no internet, no games, no television, no movies, and no radio broadcasts. Even books were pitifully few.
Even the orc priests, who were said to be as intelligent as the sea and could communicate with their ancestors, Meng Chao wondered how many of their brain cells had been used.
From this angle, the high-grade orcs were like "pure and flawless" pieces of white paper.
It was very difficult to withstand the raging waves of information.
He was like a primitive man who had traveled to a modern city abruptly, witnessing the bustling, bizarre information society. The information torrents from hundreds of TV shows, movies, and even the network were all poured into his head.
Even if his brain was not fundamentally different from the brain of a modern person.
There was also a high chance that he wouldn't be able to withstand it and would completely collapse or lose himself.
In short, for the "pure and flawless" high-level orcs, the Totem Armor was too stimulating. It was enough to stimulate their brains to the point of crashing.
However, Earthlings were different.
Earthlings grew up in the information age. Forget about the superhumans who cultivated mind techniques, even the normal citizens started playing with their phones when they were three years old and computers when they were five years old. Before they even reached puberty, they were already influenced by the scourges of the internet and turned into experienced players.
The torrent of information instilled by the totemic armor, coupled with the extremely cool sound and visual effects during the battle, was of course very exciting.
But for Earth veterans who were used to watching immersive movies, playing virtual reality video games, and surfing the internet day and night, it was nothing.
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