Casava was thinking hard about how to find this dangerous person who had snuck into Blackhorn City and disguised himself as the emissary of the Horned Rat God. After mincing him into meat paste, he would bury him under the mandala tree.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a heavy iron crutch hitting the ground behind him.
Casava's heart trembled. He hurriedly turned around and bowed respectfully, "Lord Blacktooth!"
He could not help but be disrespectful.
The newcomer had an old face, a hunchback, and his body was wrapped in a black hooded cloak. It seemed like a gust of wind could blow him over, and he even had to use a crutch that weighed hundreds of kilograms to barely maintain his balance.
However, this priest called "Blacktooth" was one of the top legends of the Bloodhoof Family in the past few decades.
Twenty years ago, Blacktooth was not a priest.
Instead, he was the strongest warrior of the Bloodhoof Family.
Even Casava Bloodhoof grew up listening to the story of how he killed the Nine-headed Flood Dragon in the fiercest whirlpool of the Tulan River during the flood period.
Blacktooth's original intention of killing the Nine-Headed Dragon was not to eliminate evil for the people, nor was it to do something as boring as killing a dragon for meat.
He had only heard that the Nine-headed Aquatic Dragon could regenerate infinitely. As long as one of its nine heads remained, even if the other eight were chopped off, it would be able to grow a new head in a short period of time, just like a lizard's tail.
Blacktooth really wanted to know if this was true.
"If the Nine-Headed Dragon can really regenerate infinitely, I'll catch one and raise it in the family's temple. That way, I can eat the freshest dragon brain every day."
Blacktooth explained his goal in this way.
In the end, he used three days and three nights in the storm and the roaring flood to prove that there was no such unscientific thing as "infinite regeneration" in the world.
He only managed to chop off the nine heads of the Nine-Headed Dragon thirty to fifty times in turn before the latter fell to the ground and died from exhaustion.
"How boring. Not only is the speed of regeneration getting slower and slower, the reborn head is also getting smaller and smaller. The dragon breath it emits is also getting weaker and weaker. After killing it thirty to fifty times, the flames it spits out can't even burn my cow hair!"
Blacktooth said to the high-level Orcs in Blackhorn City after returning from the fierce battle, his body bathed in blood and dragging a bony dragon corpse and hundreds of black teeth behind him.
This battle caused Blacktooth's reputation to soar.
In addition to his unique appearance, as a minotaur, other than his mighty and majestic horns, he actually had two black fangs that were even sharper than those of the liger warriors.
His terrifying battle achievements and domineering appearance caused the name "Blacktooth" to spread from Blackhorn City all the way to Pure Gold City. There was no one in the entire Tulan Lake who did not know of his illustrious name.
Unfortunately, just like all the Turan powerhouses who tried to surpass their limits.
Blacktooth also disregarded everything else, piling totemic battle armor on his body.
The layers of Thousand-Year Armor and Ten-Thousand-Year Armor contained hundreds of incomparably ancient and powerful discarnate souls.
That was the blessing of the ancestral spirits, and also the curse of the ancestral spirits.
While bringing powerful skills to totem warriors, it also lured totem warriors step by step into the abyss of madness.
In the end, he completely lost himself and became a puppet of the totemic armor.
That was the Origin Warriors. Their flesh and metal were completely fused together. They were neither human nor ghost.
Most of the remaining flesh and blood of the Origin Warriors could not support the excessive devouring of the totemic armor.
If they were not sealed in time with the secret medicine, they would be completely devoured by the totemic armor in a few days, at most three to five months. Only an empty skeleton would be left.
Normally, this kind of transformation could only advance and not retreat.
It was easy to change from a normal warrior to an Origin Warrior. As long as one gave up thinking, completely listened to the orders of the totemic armor, and killed crazily, it would be fine.
But almost no Origin Warriors could recover their minds and turn back into normal warriors.
The reason why it was said "almost" was because Blacktooth was such a special case that could not be seen in a thousand years.
When he lost control of his mind, his flesh and blood mutated, and was completely corroded by the totemic power, he used his supreme willpower to forcibly interrupt the entire process.
In the end, only half of his body fused with the metal, turning him into a deformed and twisted monster.
The other half of his body, including his entire head, still maintained the normal appearance of a high-level orc.
He dragged this strange body step by step back to the family temple, and fell into the medicine vat filled with secret medicine.
The five high priests of the Bloodhoof Family worked together to seal the mutated half of Blacktooth's body, barely preserving his life and mind.
Although he lost control this time, causing him to lose most of his combat abilities on a physical level.
It allowed him to gain a deep connection with the ancestral spirit, and the ability to use multiple soul combat techniques.
Because of this, he changed from a warrior to a priest.
He was the sixth priest of the Bloodhoof Family.
He was also one of the most terrifying priests in the family, no, in the entire Blackhorn City, no, in the entire Turanze.
Although most of Blacktooth's face was shrouded in the shadows under the hood.
Only an extremely sharp fang that seemed to be made of black iron could be seen.
And another fang that was riddled with holes and covered in metal spikes.
But Casa still felt that this most terrifying priest of the family had pierced through his chest and heart with a casual gaze, causing him to be even more afraid to breathe loudly.
"Follow me, Casa. There are many foreign gladiators in your Blood Skull Arena. Perhaps your understanding of them can provide us with some help."
Perhaps it was because he saw the shadow of his younger self in Casa, the rising star, that Blacktooth's attitude was very gentle.
Of course, Blacktooth's "gentleness" only slightly reduced the suffocating pressure to the point where Casa found it difficult to breathe.
Casa did not dare to ask any questions. He followed behind the priest and arrived at a secret room on the right side of the temple.
The material used to build this secret room was the "Ice Crystal", which was completely blue and covered in frost. Even in the hot summer, the temperature of the room remained at zero.
It caused the entire secret room to be shrouded in icy mist, and the air was extremely cold.
On the wall on the left side of the secret room, there were all kinds of strange-shaped knives made of metal and the bones of totem beasts.
On the shelf on the right side, there were more than a hundred bottles of colorful secret medicine that emitted a strange fragrance through the cork.
In the middle was a stone platform carved with a lot of cuneiform characters.
On the stone platform lay a corpse that had been dismembered into pieces.
Casa recognized the corpse from the head that was still relatively intact.
"Crocodile Head, he's also dead?"
Casa frowned deeply.
Crocodile Head was a famous expert among the younger generation of the Bloodhoof Family.
His branch had just joined the Bloodhoof Family not long ago.
His father had originally been a crocodile warrior from the Dark Moon Family.
Because he had lost in a family power struggle, he was exiled and came to Blackhorn City.
First, he made a name for himself in the arena. Then, he was bestowed blood by the Bloodhoof Family. He abandoned everything in the past and stepped onto a new path.
He even gained the favor of a strong and beautiful bull-headed female warrior in the Bloodhoof Family.
That was how Crocodile Head, a powerful existence that combined the bloodlines of both the crocodile and bull-headed people, came into being.
They were both members of the younger generation of the family.
Casa had fought Crocodile Head many times.
While he won more than he lost, he had to admit that Crocodile Head was a good opponent.
He was worthy of using seventy percent of his power to deal with him.
"Did the Iron Skin Family do this?" Casa asked carefully.
If the Iron Skin Family could even kill Crocodile Head.
The conflict between the two families would not be so easy to resolve.
"No, the idiots of the Iron Skin Family, no matter how stupid they are, they know who they can kill and who they can't," Blacktooth said.
"It was done by the 'Night Demon'."
"The emissary of the Great Horned Rat God?"
Casava was taken aback again.
On one hand, he was shocked at how troublesome the target was to be able to kill an expert like Crocodile Head.
On the other hand, he was curious. "Doesn't this guy usually leave people alive? Why did he kill Crocodile Head?"
Although he was called the "Night Demon" by the shocked and furious clan warriors.
But the emissary of the Great Horned Rat God rarely killed people.
Casa did not feel that this was mercy.
Keeping them alive and carving a bloody and incomparably humiliating mark on their foreheads was even crueler than killing these warriors with one strike.
"Maybe it's because Crocodile Head accidentally killed a few rat people," Blacktooth said calmly.
"You know Crocodile Head. When he goes crazy, he doesn't care about anything. His totemic battle technique has a wide attack range. When he fights to the point where his blood is boiling, it's not strange for him to turn a few rat people who don't know how to dodge into meat paste and blood mist.
"I'm afraid that it's because of this that he provoked the Night Demon, which was why he killed him.
"It's also possible that Crocodile Head was too strong. He couldn't just injure him but not kill him. He could only go all out and kill him.
"No matter what, Crocodile Head's death has given us something valuable, allowing us to see the true face of the Night Demon.
"Casa, look here."
Blacktooth lifted the iron cane that weighed hundreds of kilograms, as if he was lifting a light tree branch that had been eaten away by termites.
He tapped the corpse's armpit lightly.
Casa moved closer and narrowed his eyes.
With his experience of witnessing and even personally experiencing thousands of battles in the Blood Skull Arena.
Naturally, he could tell at a glance.
Although Crocodile Head's body was covered in gaping wounds that were shocking to the eye.
Many of the wounds even broke his bones and penetrated his internal organs. At first glance, it was a horrible sight.
But with the extremely strong vitality of a high-grade orc.
These serious injuries from broken tendons and broken bones were not enough to take Crocodile Head's life.
The only fatal wound was the one under his left armpit, which seemed to be an extremely small wound.
The wound was extremely small. On the surface, it looked like it had been lightly poked by a sharp awl.
The deeper it went, the bigger the wound became. When it neared the heart, it was as if someone had cast magic and stuffed a mace into Crocodile Head's chest. It had even spun fiercely over a hundred times.
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