If it weren't for the fact that there were a lot of rat people servant soldiers around them …
Meng Chao really wanted to clap for Leaf and cheer loudly.
"Then, what do you think is the problem?" He stared at the rat person teenager with great interest.
"The problem is that we don't have our own clan," Leaf said with a serious expression.
"Even though we've been paying a lot of Mandala Fruits to the Blood Hoof Clan and the Blood Hoof Clan has also used the Blood Bestowal Ritual to absorb the best of us into the clans, the problem is that we don't belong to the Blood Hoof Clan.
"But I still feel that we are not members of the Bloody Hoof Clan. I don't want to be a member of the Bloody Hoof Clan either. I don't want to be one of the murderers who killed my mother and brother!
"It's because the rat people don't have their own clan that they're bullied no matter where they go. I heard from the rat people who were captured from faraway places that regardless of whether they're in the Golden Clan, Lightning Clan, Dark Shadow Clan, or Divine Wood Clan, the rat people are all the same. They're deceived, enslaved, and exploited until they die!
"Harvester, the competition between the five races is about to begin. Do you know what this means?"
Meng Chao shook his head. "What does it mean?"
"It means that a lot of rat people are going to die for no reason!"
Leaf said with a serious expression. "The competition between the five races might sound like a terrifying, bloody battle between the five clans to fight for the supreme throne of war chiefs, but in truth, the superior masters won't fight with their full strength. They won't fight head-on and end up with both sides heavily injured!
"I heard that in the past competitions between the five races, the masters of the clans always sent their rat people servant soldiers and rat people slave soldiers to fight at the vanguard. Winning or losing is secondary. What's important is that the masters of the clans, who haven't fought for decades, accumulate war experience and fame through large-scale practical drills so that they can become famous generals who have been through hundreds of battles before they slaughter their way to the Land of the Holy Light.
"The masters of the clans will become stronger during the competition between the five races.
"Countless rat people will die tragically in the wild of Turanze, and they will use their blood and corpses to slowly nourish the seeds of the next batch of Mandala Fruits!
"I don't want to die for no reason as a servant soldier.
"I also don't want to kill the rat people who have no grudge against me, don't know me, and are in the same boat.
"If I have to fight, I only want to fight for my own clan.
"I think that only a battle like this can be considered as a spectacular one!
"Reaper, why do you have such a strange expression? You don't seem excited at all. I thought you'd be as excited as I am when you heard about the 'Great Horned Rat God'. Don't you support me in fighting for my own clan?"
"Of course I support all the rat people fighting for themselves."
"As long as the Big-horned Rat God is real and is as amazing and powerful as you say, and it wholeheartedly protects all the rat people …" Meng Chao said.
"What do you mean?"
Leaves did not hear the underlying meaning in Meng Chao's words. "Of course the Horned Rat God is real. He's the rat people's hero from a long time ago. After millions of years of slumber, he has returned to the depths of Turanze. I heard that he has a really powerful army!"
"Really?"
"Who did you hear that from?"
"That's what everyone says," Leaves said.
"Over the past few days, the rat people labors and servant soldiers in Blood Skull Coliseum have spread like wildfire. Reaper, don't you believe it?"
"I really want to believe it," Meng Chao said.
"But based on your description and what I understand, the story of the Great-horned Rat Deity is just too beautiful.
"You know, when something sounds too beautiful, it doesn't seem to be real. It's like a distant dream, a lie with ulterior motives, and a miracle that will never happen."
"That's right, it's a miracle!"
Leaves became excited again. "When I heard about the legend of the Big-horned Rat God, I didn't quite believe it either, because it sounded too much like a miracle!
"Reaper, do you know why I changed my mind later and became even more certain that the Big-horned Rat God had already descended?"
Meng Chao frowned. "No. Why?"
"Because of you!"
Leaves slapped her thigh and said, "Didn't you notice that you're a miracle? Before you, I've never seen a person who was so heavily injured and soaked in dirty water for so many days before still being able to jump around and remain unscathed.
"I've also never seen anyone whose control over their flesh and bones is as exquisite as yours. You've just adjusted the way I execute force, and you managed to increase the power of my slashes by so much!
"What's more, I never thought that there would be such an incredible tactic in this world. It could actually allow thirty weak wild mice that had only been trained for a few days to defeat thirty well-trained house mice that were several times larger than us without a single scratch!
"I'm afraid that even you don't know it yourself, Reaper. In our hearts, you're already a true miracle!
"Since a miracle has already appeared before our eyes, what reason do we have not to believe that an even greater miracle is about to be born?
"In fact, I really wonder if you're really not the Big-horned Rat God's messenger."
"Huh?"
"I heard that the Big-horned Rat God sent a large number of messengers to all of Tulan Lake to lead all the rat people to fight," Leaves said.
"Regardless of whether it's your strength or your attitude toward the warriors, I feel like you're the Big-horned Rat God's messenger!"
"I'm not. I'm not. Don't spout nonsense."
Meng Chao denied it. "I have nothing to do with the Big-horned Rat God!"
"Really?"
Leaves was a little disappointed, but when she thought about it, she became excited again. She blinked her sparkling eyes and said, "Reaper, could it be that you're actually the Big-horned Rat God's messenger but you don't know it?"
"…"
Meng Chao pointed at his nose and said, "Even I don't know that I'm actually the Big-horned Rat God's messenger?"
"That's right. Did you forget? You lost your memories!"
Leaves said. "When you were thrown into the depths of the dungeon, you were covered in wounds, and your breathing was weak. You couldn't even speak clearly and didn't know a lot of common sense. At that time, I was worried about your condition. Didn't you say that you were fine and that you just lost your memories?
"Could it be that you're actually the Big-horned Rat God's messenger and came to Black Corner City with a special mission, but you ran into some danger on the way. For example, you were heavily injured by the bad guys from the five great clans and drifted along Tulan River. Then, you were accidentally fished out and sent to Blood Skull Coliseum?
"That's right. That must be it. If that's the case, everything makes sense, including your peerless strength, mysterious skills, and your disdain and hostility toward the superior masters of the clans!"
The rat person teenager was convinced by his strict logical reasoning.
He was so happy that he snot bubbles came out of his nose.
Meng Chao could not refute it. He was stunned for a long time before he said, "Did you … listen to too many ridiculous epics about heroes?"
"What else could it be?"
Leaves said in a slightly aggrieved manner. "If I'm not the Big-horned Rat God's messenger, what other identity could perfectly explain everything about the harvester?"
"There is," Meng Chao said calmly.
Meng Chao said quietly, "Actually, I'm an alien."
"Huh?"
The rat person teenager was dumbfounded.
"Oh well, I'm not going to bullshit with you anymore. Regardless of whether you believe me or not, I'm really not the Big-horned Rat God's messenger. Speaking of which, if he managed to cause such a ruckus in the city in just a few short days and make so many rat people from the slums to Blood Skull Coliseum believe that the Big-horned Rat God has descended, then there has to be a strict and large organization behind him. And there's definitely a real Big-horned Rat God's messenger in Black Corner City. We have to understand their plan."
Meng Chao's mind raced. "Tell me, who, when, and where did you hear about the Big-horned Rat God?"
To Leaves, Meng Chao was a rat person.
He was even the messenger of the Big-horned Rat God who lost his memories.
Naturally, he had nothing to hide. After thinking about it for a while, he told Meng Chao all the people who had talked to him about the Big-horned Rat God over the past few days.
The problem was that he mentioned too many names.
Almost all of them were the thirty servant soldiers Meng Chao had trained in the beginning.
Most of them were the three hundred servant soldiers he had just chosen.
There were also the labourers who served these servant soldiers.
In truth, news about the Big-horned Rat God spread through the entire Blood Skull Coliseum like a virus and lightning. In just one night, the rat people would be too embarrassed to greet other rat people if they did not ask about the Big-horned Rat God.
And based on what Leaves said, he heard that the servant soldiers in the coliseums were the rat people in Black Horn City who were the last to know that the Big-horned Rat God had descended.
Before the news reached the coliseums, it had already spread through the smiths, construction sites, mines, and underground drainage pipes filled with trash.
Besides, the rat people slaves outside believed in the Big-horned Rat God even more fervently than the rat people in the coliseums.
The reason was simple.
No matter how hard the rat people in the coliseums trained and how dangerous the fights were, they could still see a ray of hope.
As long as they were strong, followed a good master, and had good luck, they would have a chance to continue living. They would rise with their master and become the leader of the rats under their master. In fact, their master would even give them a drop of holy blood, and they would be able to break free of their lowly status as rat people.
Even if there was only one in a hundred rat people, they would be able to enjoy this kind of luck.
The one percent chance was enough for many of the rat people to be content with their current situation and extinguish their anger.
But the rat people outside did not even have that one percent chance.
Death was their only destiny.
The arrival of the Big-horned Rat God was their only salvation.
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