"F * ck the Great Horned Rat God, f * ck the Night Devil Emissary, f * ck the arrival and revelation … Are the pigs of the Iron Scraps all idiots? How could they believe such a stupid bullsh * t?"
At the same time, in the temple of the Bloodhoof Family, the strongest of the family's younger generation, the owner of the Bloodskull Gladiator Arena, and the newly promoted supreme commander of the Bloodskull Army, Casava Bloodhoof, looked at the seven incomplete corpses with a gloomy expression.
They were all the corpses of the elite warriors of the Bloodhoof Family.
Yesterday, they had looked ferocious and intimidating, but today, they had become lumps of rotten meat that were missing arms and legs.
One of the corpses even had its horns cut off.
For the Minotaurs, it was a humiliation that was even more unbearable than death.
However, it was not done by the emissary of the Great Horned Rat God, who had been causing a stir in Blackhorn City recently and was known as the "Night Devil".
It was done by the leader of the Boar Men, the Iron Scraps Family.
"The Iron Scraps Family has truly gone mad. Do they want to start a war with the Bloodhoof Family?"
Casava rubbed his nose nonstop, feeling that things were getting tricky.
He had once defeated all the "Scraps" in the city and forced them to change their names, thereby earning himself the name "Kakakaka Scraps".
However, faced with the Boar Men whose brains were smaller than fists and whose tempers were hotter than a barrel of gunpowder, even he felt a headache.
"That wretched 'Night Devil Emissary'. A perfectly fine 'Game of Bravehearts' has been ruined by this b * stard. All the ancestors of the Bloodhoof Family and a hundred families and settlements have been insulted!"
Casava gnashed his teeth and mumbled to himself, "Don't let me catch you, or I'll make you taste pain a hundred times worse than death. I'll peel off your skin, tear apart your flesh, and turn you into a clean skeleton. Even if the skeleton is turned into a skeleton soldier by the lich, the skeleton soldier will still shudder in fear when it sees me!"
Casava had a reason to be depressed.
Originally, the Game of Bravehearts was the best way for the enormous clans to get to know each other quickly when the communication facilities were underdeveloped and the members of the clans were not familiar with each other. They could arrange seats, find vassals, commanders, and allies, and unite the teams into gangs, the gangs into legions, and the legions into legions.
Although there would always be a lot of casualties in the Game of the Brave, casualties were not the goal. The goal was to let the entire Bloodhoof Clan get familiar with each other and unite as soon as possible.
To some extent, the Game of Bravehearts was a large-scale, ritualistic meeting of friends through martial arts.
Of course, the high-level Beastmen and the Holy Light Humans had different understandings on the concepts of "strength" and "friendship". A certain degree of casualty was completely acceptable and even encouraged.
But everything had its limits.
Just like now, the wild boar warriors of the Ironhide Family had killed seven elites of the Bloodhoof Family in just one day.
This was far beyond the scope of a "game". It was not for unity, but simply to vent their anger, demonstrate their power, and settle personal scores.
According to the Ironhide Family, someone from the Bloodhoof Family had disobeyed the rules and even tainted the common ancestral soul of the Bloodhoof Clan.
They accused the Bloodhoof Family of hiring an expert to pretend to be the messenger of the Great Horned Rat God and sneak-attacked an elder of the Ironhide Family.
Not only did the elder's totemic armor, which had thousands of years of history, be stripped off.
They even left a mark of extreme humiliation on the elder's forehead, which symbolized a stinky rat.
The evidence was that the elder tore off a battle emblem of the Bloodhoof Family from the enemy's body when he resisted.
"Even the surging water of the Tulan River cannot wash away the humiliation that the Ironhide Family has suffered!"
The wild boar warriors waved the battle emblem and said furiously, "The humiliation that we have never suffered in the past thousand years can only be washed away with the last drop of the enemy's blood!"
To be fair, Casava partly agreed with the judgment of the Ironhide Family.
The "messenger of the Great Horned Rat God", this so-called "Night Demon", was not a rat man at all.
He was an elite clan warrior with unfathomable strength in disguise.
The reason was simple.
How could the lowly rat men have such great strength and cause such a ruckus in the city?
Casava had long heard of the rumor that the Great Horned Rat God was about to descend and save all the rat men.
However, he did not take it to heart.
He thought that it was just a fantasy of the cowardly rat men under the fear of death in the face of the upcoming Battle of Glory.
Even if they were to kill pigs or sheep, the pigs or sheep would grunt before they died.
From the experience of previous Battles of Glory, it was normal for seventy to eighty percent of the rat men to die.
As a result, there was a half-joking, half-serious, bold statement among the clan warriors: "Before the last rat man dies, the Tulan people will not retreat!"
Realizing that they would definitely die, the rat men were willing to daydream and even howl a few times. There was nothing wrong with that.
Casava felt that he was a very magnanimous master. He would not fuss over it and could not be bothered to care about the rat men's matters.
However, the rumor this time was different from the usual uproar among the rat men before the Battle of Glory.
The rumor this time was especially realistic.
Moreover, it had risen from the level of feeble words to the level of action.
Not only did a large number of strange and twisted runes appear in Blackhorn City overnight, said to represent the will of the Great Horned Rat God.
There were even people who dared to poison the wine of the noble warrior and set fire to the strategic resources that the warrior used to win glory for the ancestral soul.
They even attacked powerful warriors in the dark!
This couldn't be taken lightly.
Casava felt that this was definitely not done by the rat men.
How many days had it been since the rat men came to the majestic and glorious Blackhorn City?
They probably didn't even know the directions of Blackhorn City. How could they have meticulously planned and targeted destructive actions time and time again?
Furthermore, when the elders and priests of the Bloodhoof Family tried to send the loyal "house rats" that the family had raised for nearly a thousand years and dozens of generations to infiltrate the saboteurs.
These "house rats" had all mysteriously disappeared.
Not even a tail was left.
If not for the "house rats" being too clumsy, they would have been seen through the moment they sneaked in.
It was because the other party had an extremely strict organization and had the guidance of an expert.
Furthermore, so many elite warriors and even the elders of the Iron Skin Family had died. How could this be something that the rat men could do?
"Someone must have used the uproar of the rat men to disguise or even fabricate a non-existent" Night Devil Emissary "to fan the flames and achieve their own unspeakable goals!"
Casava smashed his fist fiercely.
The problem was that this was really not done by the Bloodhoof Family!
What reason did the Bloodhoof Family have to fabricate a non-existent "Night Devil Emissary"?
To ambush the Iron Skin Family? To protect their position as the "First Family"?
What a joke! Even though the Iron Skin Family had been expanding very fast in the era of prosperity, and a lot of experts of the new generation had emerged, the Bloodhoof Family had not been idle, either.
However, the Bloodhoof Clan wasn't idle either. In the past ten years, they had also been constantly expanding, and dozens of new experts like Casava had emerged.
They were absolutely not scared of accepting any challenge in an open and aboveboard way to defend the glory of the leader of the family!
"Do the idiots of the Iron Skin Family not know the comprehensive capability of their family at all?"
Casava mumbled to himself, "In the past year, in both our Blood Skull Arena and their Iron Arm Arena, in the open competitions between the two families, we won more than we lost.
"Even if they were really looking for someone to disguise as a" Night Devil Emissary "and ambush the elite warriors who were left behind, the Iron Skin Family is still more suspicious!"
As a matter of fact, quite a few totemic warriors of the Bloodhoof Family had been attacked by the "Night Devil".
Also, the emblem of the Iron Skin Family had been found at the scene of the attack.
But the Bloodhoof Family would not be so idiotic as to think that the emblem was made by the Iron Skin Family.
"Those pigs should have thought that if we were pretending to be" Night Devils ", would it be necessary for us to carry the emblem with us and confess to it?"
Casava did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Of course, he could more or less understand what the Iron Skin Family was doing.
The elders and priests of the Iron Skin Family might not really believe that the so-called "Night Devil Emissaries" were disguised by the Bloodhoof Family.
However, the elders of the family had been attacked, and not only had their precious "Thousand Year Armor" been stolen, an extremely insulting symbol had also been carved on their foreheads.
The Iron Skin Family had been utterly humiliated.
If they did not fight back, they would not be able to compete with the Bloodhoof Family for the leadership of the family.
Even his position as the "eternal number two" might not be guaranteed.
The other wild boar families, as well as the elephant people, the hippopotamuses, and the centaurs, would be more than happy to replace them.
Therefore, the elders and priests of the Iron Skin Family knew that the ambushers could not be a member of the Bloodhoof Family, but they had intentionally left the emblem of the Bloodhoof Family at the scene of the attack to sow discord between the two families.
But they could only grit their teeth and attack the Bloodhoof Family.
This was not true revenge.
It was to prove to the Bloodhoof Family and other powerful and covetous families that the loss of an elder would not affect the strength and status of the Iron Skin Family. Whoever dared to look down on the Iron Skin Family would definitely pay a terrible price!
"That damned Night Devil. He has completely seen through the minds of the warriors of the family!"
Casava sighed. "It seemed like a clumsy frame-up, but because the ancient family had no choice but to defend its own glory, it became a sure trap!
"How could such a terrifying guy be a mere rat person? He is definitely a very experienced elite warrior. That is why he could grasp the minds of the warriors of the family so clearly! "
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