Ye listened attentively.
Dozens of wise and mighty appearances of the Lord Emissary had already appeared in his mind.
He could not help but ask, "Uncle Spider, what does this emissary look like?"
"That's right, he has a lot of big horns on his head, as if he was burning with raging flames."
Actually, Spider did not see the emissary's appearance with his own eyes.
It was nothing more than someone adding fuel to the fire and exaggerating the rumor ten times after exaggerating it.
He gestured and said, "It's said that the emissary of the Great Horned Rat God has a silver head, and there are a dozen or so pairs of majestic horns on his head. Some are slender, some are huge, and some are crooked.
"Even the strongest Ox-head warrior can't grow such beautiful horns!"
High-level beastmen worshiped big horns in terms of aesthetic taste.
The bigger and more beautiful the horns on the head, or the more they curled up, the more powerful they were.
Legend has it that the Great Horned Rat God had dozens of pairs of different but equally domineering horns. It was the product of this aesthetic taste.
It was no wonder that the emissary of the Great Horned Rat God was the nightmare of countless clan warriors.
"Ever since the capture failed and they were humiliated by the emissary, the clan warriors have never touched the emissary's tail again. Instead, they have aroused the emissary's anger and increased the frequency of attacks. Until now, who knows how many clan warriors have been marked on their foreheads by the emissary. Other than the dozens of known unlucky ones, there might be many more who are covering their bleeding foreheads and hiding at home, wanting to cry but having no tears!"
Spider held back his laughter and said, "Originally, in the Game of Bravehearts, the clan warriors loved to fight at night the most.
"Because it is cooler at night, when they meet their match, they can fight to their heart's content without interference.
"Ever since the emissary of the Great Horned Rat God stirred up trouble, many clan warriors did not dare to come out at night.
"They even gave this emissary a new name, 'Night Demon'!"
"Night Demon?"
Leaf was so excited that he could not control himself.
To be able to force the tyrannical clan warriors to not dare to come out at night.
Just how powerful was this' Night Demon Emissary '?
"Then, the Bloodhoof Family and the Iron Skin Family that rule Blackhorn City have no way to deal with the growing chaos?"
Leaf thought of the story that Reaper had just told.
The Yellow Headscarves couldn't take it anymore and rose up to resist, but they were quickly suppressed by the Old Empire.
He was a little worried. "They couldn't catch this Lord Emissary, and in their exasperation, will they attack the other rat people? Uncle Spider, is it okay for us to openly talk about the Great Horned Rat God and the Night Demon Emissary?"
"Killing the ordinary rats? That would be too shameful to the ancestral souls of the warriors! "
Spider snorted disdainfully. "Besides, the warriors didn't keep us because they were soft-hearted. They needed us to mine, forge iron, forge weapons, march and fight. When the horn was blown, we needed to rush to the front and fill the trenches full of spikes.
"If we are the targets, who will do those things for them? Are the warriors supposed to clear the stinky underground tubes, fill the enemy's trenches, and resist the enemy's arrows?"
"What's more, I'm not lying. Those clan warriors' foreheads are indeed engraved with the runes of the Horned Rat God!
"Since millions of years ago, Turanze has always been a place where the strong prey on the weak, and where the strong are respected! The rats are the rats, the warriors are the warriors, and the former have to endure the enslavement of the latter because the former are weak, and the latter are strong!
"Now, the strong warriors have been defeated by the weak rats in an extremely humiliating manner. Then, who are the rats, who are the warriors, and who is more qualified to rule who?"
Leaf nodded subconsciously.
The high-level orcs had indeed carried out the survival philosophy of 'the strong prey on the weak, and the strong are respected' to the extreme.
The clan warriors were merciless to the rats, but they did not have the slightest mercy, sympathy, or tolerance to the weak among their own people.
Even if they came from a military noble with a long history, and their parents were incomparably glorious experts, once they could not pass the coming of age ceremony, or if they were scared out of their wits on the battlefield, they would do something like turn around and run away, which would embarrass the ancestral souls.
The dignified warriors would also be beaten into hell in an instant, and become the lowest rat people.
For these fellows, it was not the rat people's turn to mock them. The warriors of other clans, or even their brothers and sisters, would first criticize them, and mock them to the point that they would rather die than live.
In fact, many military nobles with a strong sense of honor would even launch 'sanctions' against these fellows who had tarnished the honor of their ancestral souls, and personally end their shameful lives to protect the reputation of their clan.
Being defeated by the messenger of the rat god was already a great humiliation.
They were even engraved with the Rat God's runes on their foreheads, and even their ancestral souls were so angry that they were about to revive from the Sacred Mountain, roaring all the way to the human world.
If these warriors wanted to avenge their humiliation, there were only two ways.
One, they could do everything they could to capture and defeat the messenger of the Horned Rat God on a fair battlefield.
If they could not find an enemy to avenge their humiliation after a long time, then they could only die.
Therefore, these clan warriors, who were filled with anger and didn't know who to vent their anger on, didn't have the leisure to find ordinary rat people to vent their anger on.
If they didn't do their proper business and actually came to find trouble with the ordinary rat people, that would be bullying the weak. It would be a mistake on top of a mistake, and it would be a humiliation among humiliation.
"The strong should wield their sabers against the stronger ones." No matter how bad the clan warriors behaved in other aspects, this point was still carried out, at least on the surface.
This was also the reason why the news spread so quickly, and why many of the rat people were discussing it.
Because even their masters, the clan warriors who hadn't encountered the "Night Devil Emissary", didn't shy away from discussing this matter with schadenfreude.
In short, according to the spider, the clan warriors in Blackhorn City were clearly divided into two types of people, those who had encountered the "Night Devil" and those who hadn't.
The former was shocked and angry, and his heart was filled with lingering fear.
The latter was disdainful and scoffed, thinking that the former was too timid and cowardly. He was even afraid of a few rat people who were pretending to be mysterious. How could he still have the spirit of a dignified warrior?
Ye listened to everyone talking about the magic of the Night Devil Emissary.
Everyone had a different version of the story, and each version was more exaggerated than the previous one.
In the last version, the Night Devil Emissaries could simply sneak into the temples of those thousand-year-old families, as if there was no one there.
The more the spiders and the slave soldiers talked, the more excited they became. Their faces and ears were flushed, and they were overjoyed.
If it were in the past, Leaf would definitely join in the battle with great interest. He would be greatly satisfied in the legend of chasing shadows with the servant soldiers.
But Reaper's words seemed to have opened a brand new door in his brain, allowing him to stand at a higher angle and look at the distant future.
Ye patiently listened to the servant soldiers' spittle flying everywhere as they described every detail.
The more he listened, the more he felt that something was amiss.
The descriptions of some slave soldiers were too exaggerated.
According to what they said, a single Night Demon could play around with hundreds of warriors, so it wasn't the emissary of the Great Horned Rat God, but the Great Horned Rat God himself.
Moreover, after calming down and thinking about it, even if the Night Demon could really deal with hundreds of clan warriors, it would be fine.
Even then, it wouldn't be enough to help all the rat people in Black Horn City out of their predicament.
And the rat people who were qualified to endure slavery in Black Horn City were the lucky ones among the tens of millions of rat people scattered throughout Turanze.
At least, they could fill their stomachs and temporarily live on.
There were also many old, weak, women, and children among the rat people who were wandering around the barren land that had been plundered by the conscription team like wandering ghosts.
Who could save them?
"What should we do next?" Ye thought hard and could not help but blurt out.
"What?"
He frowned and looked like he was deep in thought, which did not fit in with the crowd's excitement.
The servant soldiers' gazes were all on the teenager who had a completely different temperament from the normal rat people.
"Ye, what are you worried about?" the spider asked.
"I'm not worried. I just don't know what will happen next," Ye said.
Leaf said, "What should we, the slave soldiers who are trapped in the Blood Skull Arena, do?"
This question made all the servant soldiers fall silent.
Indeed, this was the question that everyone had been struggling with.
Even though the legend of the Great Horned Rat God and the Night Demon Emissary was very exciting to talk about.
Their mentality of worshiping the strong also made them worship the Great Horned Rat God and his emissary from the bottom of their hearts.
But the rat people's brains had not been fully developed yet, so they did not have a clear answer as to what they should do in the future.
If they were in the forging areas, quarries, and underground drainage pipes, they would only have a year and a half, or at most three to five years of life from the moment they arrived in Black Horn City to the moment they turned into skeletons and died, then they did not need to worry about it at all. As long as the Great Horned Rat God sent down an oracle, they would be willing to offer their lives, which were not precious, without hesitation.
In the Blood Skull Arena, there were also a lot of laborers who were heavily injured and missing limbs.
In the upcoming competition between the five races, they would definitely be used as cannon fodder and thrown into the trenches.
These people were also very willing to fight for the Great Horned Rat God and die for their clan.
But the servant soldiers like Leaf and Spider followed one of the four aces of the Blood Skull Arena.
According to the usual practice, when all the gladiators and servant soldiers in the Blood Skull Arena were organized into the "Blood Skull Battle Group," they would also become the personal soldiers and elites that followed the Ice Storm closely.
As long as they fought bravely and were a little lucky, then … they might not die, right?
Moreover, could the Great Horned Rat God really descend?
Don't be fooled by their exaggerated boasting just now, as if the Great Horned Rat God and they were close friends.
In fact, these rat people knew better than anyone else how much of their "absolute information" was exaggerated.
It was nothing more than whistling at night to boost their courage.
Before the Blood Hoof Army finished gathering and attacked the Golden Clan, no one was sure if the Great Horned Rat God could really descend.
"Just wait and see!"
Spider could only say. "The Great Horned Rat God will definitely send down more revelations and let his emissary point us in the direction of advancement!"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
