However, the Reaper forcefully extinguished this ball of fire at the bottom of his heart.
"You're not allowed to go anywhere during this period of time. Just stay in the servant camp and train obediently until the Game of the Brave is over and the Bloodhoof Army is assembled!"
The Reaper said to the young rat man with an unusual expression.
"But why?"
Leaves really couldn't understand. "Reaper, you're also a rat man, and you're so powerful. In the past, you didn't even spare a glance for the warriors of the Bloodhoof Clan. Why aren't you interested in the arrival of the Great Horned Rat God at all this time?
"Don't you want to get rid of the control of those damn clan warriors? Do you want to be a pawn of the Bloodhoof Clan for the rest of your life instead of fighting for your clan and ancestral souls?"
"I've already explained this to you many times."
The Reaper replied to the young rat man, "First, the rats fighting against an unfair fate and believing in the Great Horned Rat God are two completely different things.
"Second, even if you believe in the Great Horned Rat God, how do you know if the messenger of the Great Horned Rat God really comes to Blackhorn City and can save all the rat men?
"Third, even if the messenger of the Great Horned Rat God really comes to Blackhorn City and is willing and able to save a large number of rat men, he'll have to pay a terrible price. He'll have to face the crazy counterattack of the major clans, and many people will die, right?
"Don't misunderstand, I don't doubt your spirit of sacrifice. However, waving your skinny limbs, dragging your weak body, and rushing to the totem armor of the clan warriors like a moth flying into a flame, this kind of sacrifice is meaningless.
"If you firmly believe in the existence of the Great Horned Rat God and desire to change the fate of yourself and all the rat men, then you should work harder to train and become extremely powerful. Only then can you play a vital role for the cause of all the rat men in the near future!"
In order to strengthen his point of view, the Reaper also told Leaves a story.
"A long, long time ago, there was an extremely powerful and prosperous empire. Yes, it was even more brilliant and glorious than the empire that rules the Land of Holy Light now.
"Unfortunately, even an empire as brilliant as the stars in the sky will gradually decline and perish one day.
"By the time the empire reached its twilight, this once glorious empire was already full of drawbacks, and it was difficult to reverse them.
"The eunuchs in the palace and the Empress's brothers fought against each other. They supported and killed many young emperors who were still learning how to speak. There were endless natural and man-made disasters. Some places were ravaged by floods, some places were dry for years, and almost everywhere was plagued by plagues.
"Those tyrannical soldiers are even more terrifying than floods, droughts, and plagues. They make the people suffer unspeakably.
"Although the people at the bottom of the Empire don't have the title of 'Rat People', they actually live a life worse than that of rats and ants.
"Of course, unless it's a skeleton soldier that never gets tired and has no consciousness, no living human can endure living like a mouse for a long time.
"Under the leadership of the gods they believe in, the people at the bottom of the Empire rose up to fight against the declining empire. They tried to fight their way out of the natural and man-made disasters.
"They dyed the cloth yellow and wore it on their foreheads as a symbol of their common enemy. They shouted slogans like 'The black night sky has fallen, and the golden dawn will come.' Like a surging wave, they charged at the high and mighty rulers in the past.
"They really destroyed the foundation of the empire's rule, causing this once invincible empire to collapse and be completely destroyed not long after."
Leaves was engrossed in the story.
The young rat people who grew up in a remote village and did not have access to information had never heard of such a powerful and glorious empire in the world. They had never heard of such a group of fearless and glorious heroes.
"The black night sky has fallen, and the golden dawn will come!"
What an inspiring slogan, and how suitable it was for the rat people to shout at the top of their lungs from the depths of their throats, which were even hotter than a furnace!
"What happened after that?"
Leaves was deeply fascinated by the Yellow Turban who could destroy an empire despite being rats and ants. He could not help but ask, "Did they find a way to survive?"
"Unfortunately, no," the harvester said with a sigh.
"It's one thing to destroy the old world, but it's another to build a new world. The latter is at least ten times more difficult than the former.
"Although the Yellow Turban destroyed the foundation of the old empire's rule, the old forces' counterattack also suppressed them. The shattered old empire clearly could not instantly turn into a peaceful new world. Countless powerhouses, nobles, warlords, ambitious schemers, and executioners feasted on the corpses of the old empire like a bunch of hungry corpse-eating dogs.
"When these corpse-eating dogs filled their stomachs a little and recovered some of their strength, they immediately began to fight and kill each other in an attempt to swallow each other whole.
"Such a battle lasted for nearly a hundred years. In the end, the corpse-eating dog that managed to steal the victory by luck did not gain much from it. The hundred years of war had severely damaged its body, to the point that it could not resist the invasion of foreign enemies at all.
"When the barbarians charged in from all directions of the old empire, the people who had already suffered the pain of a hundred years of war had no idea that they would continue to suffer the darkest and bloodiest torture for hundreds of years! If they had lived like rats in the past, they could not even be rats in the hundreds of years that followed when wolves ruled the land, demons danced in the streets, and they suffered in hell! "
"Well …"
Leaves keenly sensed that the reaper was not just making up a story to deceive him.
Judging from the reaper's sorrowful expression and sorrowful eyes, there had really been such a glorious empire in the past, but it had fallen into resistance, causing its people to suffer for hundreds of years.
But after the young rat person pondered for a long time, he felt that something was wrong.
Since the reaper had already said that the ancient empire had reached its final moments and suffered endless natural and man-made disasters, it was not the Yellow Turban's resistance that caused the empire to fall apart and fall into hell!
"Reaper, are you saying that the descent of the Great Horned Rat God might kill everyone? To avoid the destruction of Turanze, all the rat people should be obedient and let themselves be slaughtered like pigs and sheep?" Leaves asked indignantly.
Over the past few days, he had learned many profound new terms from the reaper.
Now, he was using these new words to describe the reapers.
"Of course I don't mean that. No matter what the consequences are, the rat people have the absolute right to rise up and resist all bullying and slavery. Even if it really leads to the destruction of Turanze and all the rat people die together with the warriors of the family, I believe that many of the rat people will be willing to do so, right?"
The reaper said patiently, "That being said, 'dying together' is only a last resort in the worst situation. As long as there is a glimmer of hope that most of the rat people can survive and live a better life than before, we have to work hard in this direction, right?"
Leaves thought for a moment and admitted that what the reaper said made sense. "Of course, no one wants to die if there is hope. After I take revenge on the bull-headed warrior with broken horns, I still want to find An Jia and … go back to the ruins of the Half Mountain Village with her and rebuild our home!"
"Then, the believers of the Great Horned Rat God can't be satisfied with becoming the second Yellow Turban," the reaper said.
The harvester said, "Especially you, Leaf. You're talented, and I've spent so much effort on you. I really don't want to see you become a little soldier wrapped in a yellow turban, screaming as you charge at the soldiers, and then be chopped off by some ambitious warlord. I've invested so much time, energy, and resources in you, but it's not for you to squander them like this.
The young rat person was somewhat convinced by the reaper.
"Then what should I do now?" he asked humbly.
"Continue to cultivate like crazy!"
The reaper said matter-of-factly, "Always remember, no matter what you want to do, strength comes first.
"When you are weak, the clan warriors and the Great Horned Rat God can all treat you as an insignificant chess piece. No matter how hard you fight on the blood-stained chessboard, you can't get rid of the fate of being controlled by others.
"When you become stronger than everyone else, even if, and I mean even if, the legend of the Great Horned Rat God is not true, and there is no such thing as the Great Horned Rat God, you can still create a real Great Horned Rat God with your own hands, worshiped by countless people!
"Do you understand?"
The reaper's words were still a little profound for the young rat person.
But after two months of getting along with him, Leaves firmly believed that the reaper would never lie to him.
In the days that followed, Ye did not bother about what was happening outside the Blood Skull Arena. He sweated in the training camp dutifully and trained crazily until he vomited so hard that he could resist the curiosity that kept stirring him.
Until today —
Today, the reaper was not here.
In fact, the reaper always appeared and disappeared like a ghost.
Lord Hailstorm had opened up a small room for him next to his trump card training ground.
He hid there mysteriously all day, fiddling with something unknown.
Sometimes, when Leaves thought that he was not here and wanted to slack off, he would appear behind Leaves like a ghost and hit his head.
But today, Leaves was not afraid of the reaper hitting his head.
This was because the young rat person's improvement was faster than the reaper had expected. He gradually got used to the high-intensity training, and actually completed the subjects set by the reaper more than half an hour ahead of time.
Now, he could finally swagger out of the training camp and listen to the latest news about Black Horn City and the Great Horned Rat God!
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