Leaf arrived at the eastern part of Blood Skull Coliseum. It was a bathhouse that served the rat people's servant soldiers.
Contrary to what the holy light humans slandered them, the high-grade orcs were actually very clean.
When the conditions were right, the warriors would bathe every day and smear fragrant ointment all over their bodies to hide the strong bestial presence they exuded.
They believed that while they cleansed the filth, they could also purify their souls, and an elegant and radiant warrior could bring out the glory of their ancestors.
If they poured medicine made with ancient formulas into boiling water or used pipes to pressurize it and spray it into a steam bath, the spirit energy contained in the medicine would quickly enter their bodies and nourish their souls. It was the only way to recover quickly after madly cultivating and fighting.
Leaf belonged to Ice Storm, which was one of the four aces of Blood Skull Coliseum. Hence, he had the right to bathe.
The people who had the right to enter the bathhouse were either the four aces or the supervisors who had served in Blood Skull Coliseum for more than ten years. They were the most well-informed and could be said to be the news center of the coliseum.
"Leaf!"
Just as he expected, when the rat person teenager stepped into the bathhouse, before he could find anyone familiar in the hot steam, he heard someone calling out to him in an affectionate manner.
The old hunter, Spider, who also belonged to the same group of slave soldiers, pulled him into a pool with rippling waves.
The people who were bathing in the pool were all members of Ice Storm.
And they were the first batch of members Meng Chao had personally chosen.
After going through several rounds of intense battles, they had formed a deep friendship with each other. Meng Chao had also taught them unbelievable fighting skills, which made them feel that they were different from other people. The unity in their circle was much stronger than that of other slave soldier squads.
As the youngest member of the squad with the strongest fighting strength, Leaf was naturally given special treatment.
That was how the world of the high-grade orcs was. Regardless of their size, the strong were respected, and the stronger they were, the more popular they were.
"Leaf, did the harvester finally find her conscience and let you go?"
Everyone greeted the rat person teenager with a smile.
"Who said that?"
Leaf puffed out his chest and said smugly, "I was the one who finished today's training ahead of time!"
"Is that so?"
Many of the ratfolk slave soldiers, including Spider, were shocked.
They had watched Meng Chao modify Leaf before, and they were terrified by the ridiculous amount of training and the terrifying content.
Many people were originally envious of Leaf's rapid improvement. They believed that if they could receive Meng Chao's personal guidance, they might improve even faster than Leaf.
When Meng Chao kindly invited them to participate in a lesson, they retreated. They realized that there were differences between different people's bodies and that they could not be lumped together. If they trained like Leaf, they would have long since become skeletons, and they would have been too thin and weak to create skeleton soldiers.
"What a monster!" Everyone sighed.
He did not know whether he was talking about Leaves, who had completed the training mission, or Meng Chao, who had come up with such a crazy training mission.
"Let's not talk so much, Uncle Spider. Has there been any news of the Great Horned Rat God in the past two days?"
Yezi asked eagerly. "I've been training day and night. I don't even know what time it is today or what's going on in the city!"
"Of course. The past few days in Blackhorn City have been extremely exciting!"
When the Great Horned Rat God was mentioned, all the ratfolk slave soldiers became spirited.
They lowered their voices a little, not to keep it a secret, but to speak in such a tone made them seem more mysterious and more attractive.
"Did you know? The Great Horned Rat God might really be about to descend. A few days ago, all of Black Horn City's streets and alleys were covered in runes representing the Great Horned Rat God in a single night!" The spider's eyebrows danced as she spoke.
"What?"
Yezi stood up from the water excitedly. "The runes of the Great Horned Rat God? What do they look like?"
"They're huge spirals with three huge horns on them and a long tail with a triangle at the end," Spider said.
Spider said, "The great families of Black Horn City have never had such an emblem. It's impossible for them to cover the entire city with such runes overnight. Everyone guessed that this was a sign that the Great Horned Rat God was about to descend!"
"Re- Really?"
It wasn't that Yezi didn't believe Spider. She was just annoyed that she had been locked up in the training camp by the Harvesters and couldn't see the legendary Rat God's runes with her own eyes.
"Of course it's true. Not only are the runes everywhere in the streets and alleys, they're even drawn on the doors of the families."
Spider continued, "Many people say that this is the mark of the Great Horned Rat God. The families with the runes on their doors are the families that treat the ratfolk the harshest in Blackhorn City. When the Rat God descends, he'll definitely summon raging flames and burn these families to ashes to avenge the ratfolk that died in their hands!
"No one knows if the Rat God's runes really represent revenge.
"However, on the second day after the Rat God's runes appeared everywhere in the city, a few warehouses next to the Foundry caught on fire. A hundred thousand arrow shafts were burnt to ashes. Even the Centaur Warriors, who were good at archery, were heartbroken. This is the truth.
"Also, on the same day that the warehouses caught on fire, the wine cellar of the Dead Dwarf Head Tavern was poisoned. Many of the clan warriors vomited and had diarrhea after drinking the strong wine there. The most serious ones even bled from their seven orifices. Luckily, they didn't lose their lives!"
"Someone really dared to set fires and poison people?"
Yezi found it unbelievable.
It was one thing to believe in the Great Horned Rat God.
After all, high-level Beastmen would never forbid the belief of their ancestors.
Before the ratfolk were banished, they were also members of the clan warriors. It was reasonable for a hero to appear who was unafraid of death.
However, it was another matter to set fires and poison people in the name of the Great Horned Rat God.
This meant that the believers of the Great Horned Rat God had declared war on all the warriors of the five clans!
For no reason, Yezi thought of the battle cry that the Harvester had said.
"The black night sky has fallen, and the golden dawn will come!"
The ratfolk youth was nervous and excited. He wanted to pee in the pool.
"Why, do you find this unbelievable?"
Looking at Leaf's expression, Spider chuckled and leaned close to her, saying mysteriously, "If you knew that the emissary of the Horned Rat God had continuously attacked dozens of clan warriors in Blackhorn City, wouldn't you be so shocked that you would jump up?"
"What!"
Yezi really jumped up. He widened his eyes and stammered, "Uncle Spider, w-what did you say? How is this possible? Don't lie to me, how is this possible?"
"Who knows how the divine power of the Great Horned Rat God punishes the clan warriors who have done all kinds of evil?"
Spider shrugged and said, "Anyway, these guys were all ambushed when they participated in the Game of the Brave. Most of them didn't even see the attacker's face clearly before they fell into a coma. When they woke up, the food and secret medicine they carried with them were all taken away. Even the most critical parts of their totem armor were taken away!"
"Wait —"
Yezi said doubtfully, "Since these clan warriors were all participating in the Game of the Brave, isn't it normal for them to be ambushed? Uncle Spider also said that they didn't see the attacker's face clearly. How can they be sure that the attacker is the emissary of the Great Horned Rat God?"
"Because —"
Spider paused for a moment, and a mysterious smile popped up on his face, as if the scene that he was going to describe next would make every rat citizen gloat from the bottom of their heart. "Those poor clan warriors were not only looted, but they also had the rune of the Rat God drawn on their foreheads with a sharp knife!"
"Huh?"
Yezi's expression immediately turned very weird.
The young rat citizen, who had a vivid imagination, saw such a scene.
A clan warrior more than five arms tall, who looked like an iron wall, was lying in the depths of the alley, his limbs stretched out and his mouth foaming.
When he finally woke up from the nightmare, he felt a slight stinging pain on his forehead, and his eyes were dyed red by blood.
The high-level orcs, who were thick-skinned, would not care about minor injuries.
However, when he staggered to the street, all the clan warriors who saw him were as dumbfounded as if he were an ascetic of holy light who had descended from the sky.
In each of their big eyes, which were about to pop out of their sockets, a bloody rune of the Rat God was branded.
It was a mark of revenge.
It was also a mark of shame.
Thinking of this, Yezi could not help but burst into laughter.
The high-level orcs valued honor the most, and they despised the rat citizens and the rat people the most.
Now, the high and mighty clan warriors had a mark that symbolized the rat people on their foreheads.
This was even more uncomfortable than killing them with a single slash.
"Dozens of warriors of the clan have been carved with the same rune on their foreheads?"
Yezi held back his laughter, and his face turned red. "Were the warriors not on guard at all?"
"Of course they were. After three to five clan warriors were attacked in a row, most of the clan warriors were on guard. They even set up traps in an attempt to surround and capture the audacious, insane attacker," Spider said vividly.
"Unfortunately, the emissary of the Great Horned Rat God managed to escape despite being surrounded and intercepted by hundreds of clan warriors.
"Not only did they not manage to get a single strand of the emissary's hair, they even suffered a new shame. Three pursuers who were left behind were knocked out, stripped naked, and had a mark carved on their foreheads by the emissary almost right under the eyes of the others.
"After paying such a terrible price, their only gain was a glimpse of the emissary's appearance."
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