It was not just because the Thousand Year Armor was stronger than the Hundred Year Armor.
More importantly, Meng Chao wanted to read a lot of details about the large-scale war between the Turan civilization and the Land of the Holy Light from the fragments of the totem armor that had been passed down for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
From there, he could draw the outline of the Turan civilization at its peak before it degenerated.
Meng Chao believed that this was the key to preventing Dragon City's civilization from being destroyed and even conquering the Other World.
The Ice Storm sensed something from his thoughtful expression.
"I mean, you can try to get more fragments of the Hundred Year Armor so that the entire totem armor is covered in indigo spirit tattoos, but it's best if you don't touch the Thousand Year Armor," Ice Storm reminded him.
"Most of the people who wear the Thousand Year Armor are the core fighting forces of the families. They can use their own strength to destroy an entire fighting force.
"The fighting experience contained in the Thousand Year Armor and the killing intent of its past masters are things that you can't handle right now.
"It's not easy for me to find and trust a helper. Promise me, before you leave Black Horn City, don't turn into an Origins Warrior!"
"Don't worry, I won't do anything rash."
Meng Chao thought about it and said, "Forget about those dazzling cuneiform words. Putting on the totem armor and fighting is indeed very exciting. In fact, it's addictive. I wonder how the powerful fighters from the five clans solved this problem?"
Ice Storm did not understand. "What problem?"
"The problem of addiction," Meng Chao said.
"When you activate the Mithril Ripper to fight, don't you feel some kind of gland? It's something that's even hotter and stickier than blood. It's like magma, and it surges into your brain, giving you a feeling you've never felt before. It's so good that you can't stop and can't control yourself."
"Of course."
Ice Storm nodded and said matter-of-factly, "This is because you hear the call of your ancestors and resonate with the killing intent of the past masters of the totem armor. Your fighting spirit keeps boiling, and you're about to bring out fighting strength that surpasses your limits. This is a good thing. What problem do you need to solve?"
"…"
Meng Chao scratched his head and said, "Alright, let's put it in another way. It's definitely not a bad thing to release a lot of adrenaline and pleasure hormones during a fight, but what about after the fight ends? Don't you think that everything else aside from the fight has become boring and uninteresting? You just want to jump straight into the next fight?"
Icestorm shrugged.
"Most of the things in this world are boring and even meaningless."
She said seriously, "The mission and meaning of an expert is to fight, fight, and keep fighting to make oneself and the totem armor stronger and stronger. So, I still don't understand. What is the 'problem' you mentioned?"
Meng Chao felt that he and the Snow Leopard Female Warrior's views on life, the world, and values were completely different.
Meng Chao sucked in a few deep breaths and reorganized his words. Then, he said patiently, "What I mean is, have you and the other high-grade orcs ever thought that aside from pure fighting, there are also many interesting problems in the world that are worth us thinking about?"
"No. High-grade orcs rarely think. At the very least, we're not like the idiots in the Land of Holy Light who sit on the ground like idiots and look at the sky. Our brains are hijacked by the so-called holy light, but we think that we're 'thinking'."
The Ice Storm sized up Meng Chao and frowned. "Are you a holy light worshipper? Do you believe that kneeling before those so-called gods and begging for mercy, listening to their teachings, and acting as their puppets is more meaningful and fun compared to fighting nonstop, evolving, and becoming stronger, right?"
"Of course not!"
Meng Chao gestured with his hands. "I'm saying, don't you think that the world around us is very strange? There are many secrets that are worth us deciphering, and once we're stimulated by the totem armor and get too immersed in fighting, we won't have the time, energy, curiosity, and logical thinking to think about … the important secrets to the entire race, the entire civilization, and all of Turanze."
"Very strange secrets?"
Ice Storm frowned. "What's that?"
"For example, high-grade orcs don't produce anything. They fight all day long. During the prosperous era, they rely on the Mandala Trees that grow out of the ground. They don't need any care, but they automatically produce fruits to survive. During the Glory era, they wage war to get rid of the excessive population. This isn't how a normal civilization should be!"
Meng Chao felt that he should touch Ice Storm's soul. "For example, don't you think that high-grade orcs are something that doesn't make sense?
"Of course, when the characteristics of humans and orcs are combined, you can have the agility of cheetahs, the strength of boars, the sturdiness of elephants, and the brutality of lions and tigers. But these advantages are only advantages in the era of cold weapons. When it comes to the era of firearms, in the face of beyond-visual-range weapons that can determine victory from thousands of kilometers away, even if you have three heads, six arms, and a height of eighty feet, it's useless.
"No. Due to the natural flaws of beasts and the strange form of society, the high-grade orcs are bound to have a hard time developing into the era of firearms!
"In your city, even in this Blood Skull Coliseum, there are a lot of really advanced facilities and technology that surpass the era of your race. These technologies are things that you can't repair or restore, much less inherit or create.
"Have you never thought about how the high-grade orcs managed to reach their current state and become like this? And if they continue down this path of killing, just what will Turanze look like after millions of years?"
Ice Storm cast Meng Chao a deep glance.
It was as if Meng Chao's words had stirred up a ripple in her cerebral cortex.
"Of course I've thought about these questions," she said calmly.
"Is that so?"
Meng Chao was delighted. "What's your conclusion? It's fine even if you don't have a conclusion. No matter what ridiculous thoughts you have, we can discuss them and spar with each other!"
"My conclusion is that this is all arranged by the ancestral spirits," Ice Storm said.
"The ancestral spirits are the ones who turned Turanze into its current state, and they're also the ones who made the high-grade orcs into such strong, wild, and bold forms.
"Since everything around us is so suitable for battle, it can be seen that the goal of the ancestral spirits is for us to abandon all distracting thoughts. As long as we focus on the battle, we will be able to obtain the ultimate power from the ultimate battle and find the reason and meaning of everything!"
"…"
Meng Chao felt a little frustrated.
"Don't you think that compared to the ancestral spirits, the high-grade orcs today are too weak? You're basically degenerating at lightning speed?" he finally asked, unable to take it anymore.
Ice Storm was still unmoved.
"Of course the ancestral spirits are a hundred times stronger than the high-grade orcs today. That's why they're the ancestral spirits!"
She still couldn't figure out what this mysterious black-haired, black-eyed guy with indeterminate strength was thinking.
"Forget it."
Meng Chao gave up. He rubbed the bridge of his nose gently and said, "Once we escape from Black Corner City and reach a safe place, we'll find a chance to talk!"
"That's right. Right now, the most important thing is to escape Black Corner City. Don't think that it's a sure thing," Ice Storm said.
Hailstorm said. "I think that Casafa is already planning to make a move against me. He has been smiling at me for the past two days. Today, he even specially ordered for a batch of war resources to be allocated to my newly formed 300-man team."
Meng Chao was stunned.
"You don't understand Casava. He's a person who holds all his cards tightly in his hands and doesn't allow any accidents to happen," Ice Storm said.
"Over the past two years, he coaxed and pestered me countless times. He threatened and tempted me to accept his blood so that I would be completely subdued. Every time I rejected him, his expression would turn really sour.
"But over the past few days, even though it's a critical moment for Blood Skull Coliseum to turn into Blood Skull Squad, he acted out of character and pretended to be magnanimous and come and go as he pleased.
"It's clear that he doesn't really intend to let me go.
"Instead, he's thinking of a way to deal with me, and he's just keeping me in place for the time being.
"You have to understand that Casava has gained a lot from the Game of the Brave. The gladiators he sent out have defeated a large number of powerful fighters in the region, and these powerful fighters who come from declining families and don't have a strong background are willing to join Blood Skull Army and the Blood Hoof Family.
"Thus, Casafa's strength is constantly increasing at every moment.
"Perhaps he thinks that in a few more days, he will be able to use his absolute strength to force me to submit to him.
"However, no matter how much he calculated, he never imagined that we still have you, the Ghost Card, on our side. Whether or not we'll be able to smoothly escape Blackcorner City will depend on exactly how effective this Ghost Card of yours is."
"About that …" Meng Chao said.
"I have a feeling that the number of players in this game, regardless of whether it's the number of aces, trump cards, trump cards, or guts, is much higher than what we imagined."
He discussed with Ice Storm about their course of action the next day. They discussed whether they should work together and cover for each other. They also discussed a series of secret codes, meeting points, warning methods, and other details.
Meng Chao left the ace training ground and went to the training ground where the rat people's servant soldiers gathered to look for Leaf.
Even though Ice Storm's words were not without reason.
For a talented rat person like Leaf, staying in Black Corner City might be the best arrangement. He had already stood out in a few consecutive gladiator fights. Even if Meng Chao and Ice Storm escaped from Black Corner City, he would definitely be noticed by a powerful fighter with discerning eyes. They would nurture him carefully, and he would join a family. He could look forward to cultivation resources and even totem armor.
But Meng Chao felt that he had to ask the boy's true thoughts about him since he had helped him so much.
After all, even the thickest darkness in the depths of the underground prison could not quell the hatred in the boy's heart because his family had been killed and his anger at the destruction of his home.
If Leaf insisted on taking an incredibly difficult path and tried to seize fate by its throat, Meng Chao would not mind helping him.
Meng Chao did not mind lending him a hand.
He did not expect that after he found Leaf, the boy's first words would stun Meng Chao.
"Harvester!"
Leaf's face lit up, and he looked like he was about to dance. "Have you heard of the Big-horned Rat God?"
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