The Blood Hoof Clan was mainly made up of Minotaurs, Boars, Elephantmen, and Centaurs.
However, as the strongest clan that had dominated Turanze for thousands of years, Ligermen and Gnolls from the Golden Clan were not rare in Black Horn City.
They were either the losers of the family struggles and were exiled, traveling around Turanze in an attempt to make a comeback.
Or they were the captives of the clan wars, starting from gladiators and rising up step by step.
In the Blood Skull Fighting Field, there were a few Ligermen warriors.
As for the hybrids of Ligermen and Minotaurs, there were countless of them.
The Five Great Clans did not have reproductive isolation. Everyone was of the same race to begin with. It was just that the ancestral spirits had given them different divine powers, which was why they had different characteristics.
In reality, even Casa did not dare to guarantee that his ancestors were all pure Minotaurs. There was not even a drop of Ligermen or Tigermen blood in their bodies.
It was possible that the descendants of him and a purebred Minotaur female warrior would grow sharp fangs and a few tufts of golden hair. In the ancient language of the ancestral spirits, this situation was described as "genetic mutation". It was a very normal phenomenon.
However, theoretically speaking, the "Night Devil" of the Rat Folk had hair from the Ligermen. Such a "coincidence" made Casa's imagination run wild.
He did not think that the Night Devil would be a Ligerman born and raised in Black Horn City, or a Blood Hoof Warrior with Ligermen and Tigermen bloodline.
Instead …
"Pure Gold City is behind this?"
Casa's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he muttered, "I was wondering why the commotion caused by the 'Great Horned Rat God Descending' is getting bigger and bigger. It's even bigger than the previous commotion of the rat people before the Glory Era.
"So it was the Golden Clan who fanned the flames behind the scenes, and they even directly sent elite Lion Men to disguise themselves as Night Devil Envoys to play tricks. It was all for the sake of inciting the resistance of the Rat Folk in Blackhorn City. At the same time, it was also able to sow discord within the Bloodhoof Clan and the relationships between the various Clans, causing us to fall into internal strife and be unable to display our strongest strength in the Five Clan Struggle!
"These jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards of the Golden Clan are too despicable. The Competition of the Five Clans is an ancient tradition from 10,000 years ago. The glorious warriors of the Five Clans will bring out all their abilities and compete openly. The winner will lead the loser, and the loser will obey the winner. Only then will the entire Turan Army be gathered into an unstoppable flood that will completely drown the Land of Holy Light!
"The Golden Clan has clearly been the strongest clan in Turanze for thousands of years. In the previous Five Clan Struggles, they relied on their unquestionable strength to conquer the hearts of all Glorious Warriors, including our Bloodhoof Clan.
"Why is it that the Golden Clan has used such a despicable and shameless method before the Competition of the Five Clans has even begun? Do they still have the spirit of the Turan Warriors?"
Casava shook his head vigorously.
They were clearly powerful jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards.
Yet, they had to pretend to be lowly rat folk and act sneakily.
Even he felt ashamed for the ancestral souls of the Golden Clan for such a despicable method.
As for whether there was any other explanation for the lion hair, was there any other explanation other than that the Golden Clan had sent spies into Blackhorn City to fan the flames and sow discord in an attempt to weaken the Bloodhoof Clan before the Competition of the Five Clans?
Casava racked his brains, but he could not come up with anything.
Unless, not only did the Night Demon have terrifying combat strength and growth potential, but he also had a terrifyingly meticulous mind. After killing the crocodile head, he even gently inserted the softest and slender lion-man hair into the gap of his pinky finger?
"How is that possible?!"
Casava could not help but laugh. He immediately dispelled such a terrifying and absurd thought.
"Those fellows from the Golden Clan, I will definitely crush all of you in the Competition of the Five Clans!" Casava gnashed his teeth and smashed his fists.
"Anger can stimulate the greatest power of a Turan warrior, but it can also turn this power into a raging torrent," Blacktooth said calmly.
Blacktooth's face was still as calm as ever as he said, "When your fleshly body is as hot as boiling lava, your mind must remain as calm as if it's sealed in ice.
"That's right. Casava, you are indeed the greatest hope of the Bloodhoof Clan in this Battle of Glory. Your speculation is similar to the opinions of the elders. We all believe that the so-called 'Descent of the Horned Rat God' is a trick of the Golden Clan. This' Night Demon Emissary 'even comes directly from Pure Gold City and is an outstanding liger warrior. That's why he has the ability to silently attack dozens of Bloodhoof Clan warriors.
"But this is not a bad thing.
"Instead, it reveals the weakness of the Golden Clan.
"Think about it, if the Golden Clan was as powerful as before, able to openly defeat the Blood Hoof Army on the vast and boundless Turanze, on the most sacred battlefield, why would they need to use such despicable and shameless methods that would bring shame to the souls of their ancestors?
"It seems that in the past ten years of prosperity, the Golden Clan did not produce a large number of new experts like our Bloodhoof Clan. They know that the title of 'War Chief' is very likely to fall into the hands of our Bloodhoof Clan, so they took a risk out of desperation and staked everything on one throw.
"But in the end, the Turan warriors will use their fists, claws, and swords to decide the outcome.
"Once such a small trick is seen through, not only will it be useless, it will instead incite the contempt and anger of all the Bloodhoof Clan warriors. Moreover, all the ligermen will become the biggest joke in Turan Lake.
"I have already informed the elders of the Ironhide Family about this.
"As long as they are not completely stupid, they will definitely realize that the 'Emissary of the Great Horned Rat God' can only be a ligerman from the Golden Clan. This is the only possibility that will bring us the greatest benefits and the most harm to the Golden Clan.
"In this case, the quarrel between the Bloodhoof Clan and the Ironhide Family will not last for long. The 'Game of the Brave' might end a few days earlier. If everything goes smoothly, the Bloodhoof Army will be able to march out in three days!"
"Don't worry, Lord Blacktooth. In three days, my 'Blood Skull Squad' will definitely be assembled!"
Casava said confidently.
The so-called 'Descent of the Great Horned Rat God' seemed to have caused an uproar in the city, but it did not cause much damage to Black Corner City.
It was just that a few clan warriors were poisoned, a few resource warehouses were set on fire, and dozens of clan warriors were humiliated.
The humiliation was indeed very strong.
But that was all.
The reason why everyone was panicking was mainly because everyone thought of the "Night Devil" as a Rat Folk. They felt it was inconceivable that a mere Rat Folk could come and go as he pleased in Blackhorn City, and that even thousands of clan warriors couldn't do anything to him.
As a result, the morale of the clan warriors fell to rock bottom, and the damned rat men were all restless.
But if the 'Emissary of the Great Horned Rat God' was actually a 'ligerman expert from the Golden Clan', then the situation would be completely different.
After all, the ligermen had dominated Turanze for thousands of years.
Being defeated or even killed by the ligermen was not something to be surprised or angry about.
The mighty Golden Clan did not dare to compete with the Bloodhoof Clan on the battlefield, but disguised themselves as rat men to launch sneak attacks and sabotage. Once this news spread throughout the city, the morale of all the Bloodhoof Warriors would soar to the peak.
And the rat men, whose dreams were shattered, would also recognize reality and give up struggling.
With this, it was not impossible to assemble the entire Bloodhoof Army in three days.
Thinking that the Golden Clan might not be as strong as the legends made them out to be.
This unprecedented battle for glory would be led by the Bloodhoof Clan.
And he might be able to make contributions in this sacred battle that would make even the ancestral spirits look at him in a new light.
As a result, the name 'Casava Bloodhoof' was engraved in the epic condensed from blood, and it was sung by every empty skull on the ancient battlefield for thousands of years.
Casava's eyes were as hot as burning charcoal balls.
Blacktooth was very satisfied with this rising star of the clan and his fanatical desire for victory.
From under the black hooded cloak that was covered in red lines, he extended his left hand that was completely fused with the totemic armor. He patted Casava's shoulder neither lightly nor heavily.
"Go, young warrior. Go and prove to everyone that your iron hooves have the ability to shock the entire Turanze and the 'Land of Holy Light'!"
…
When he left the temple in a daze, Casava was still overwhelmed with emotions. He was so motivated by the priest that he could not control himself.
Only then did he remember if he should report to Blacktooth about the death of one of his subordinates called 'Big Buck'.
Actually, Big Buck's death had happened more than half a month ago.
Moreover, a few vassals of the Iron Skin Family had long since admitted that they had carried out an open and very successful 'revenge' for the glory of the ancestral spirits.
However, Big Buck's body was only found yesterday in a collapsed tunnel.
Moreover, the entire tunnel was filled with flammable materials. The moment the tunnel collapsed, it ignited and burned the corpse into a mess.
Fortunately, Big Buck's features were very distinct.
Of his two horns, one was abnormally large, while the other was abnormally small. In the entire Blackhorn City, there was no one as awkward as this.
Moreover, Big Buck had been injured during the coming-of-age ceremony when he hunted a totemic beast. Although his flesh had healed, there were still bite marks left on his leg bones from the totemic beast's bite marks.
That was why Casava could confirm his death.
The problem was that Big Buck's charred corpse was covered in marks of torture.
The Wild Boar Warriors from Red Creek Town had bragged about killing Big Buck, but they did not mention this detail.
Moreover, the entire scene of torture and murder was set up very tightly.
It was so tightly that it reminded Casava of the rumbling machines in the Land of Holy Light that only relied on light energy to operate.
It did not seem like the handiwork of the Wild Boar Warriors.
"If it wasn't done by those pigs from Red Creek Town, who was it? Why did they kill Big Buck and torture him before killing him?" Casava could not understand.
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