Casa had a vague premonition.
Big Buck was not killed by the pigs of Red Creek Town.
Instead, it was the work of the Night Demon.
Although the collapsed tunnel and Big Buck's body were burnt beyond recognition, they were still alive.
The scene of the killing was the same as the scene where the Night Demon attacked the warriors of the other clans. It was filled with a chilling smell.
Of course, this guess could not solve a problem.
If it was really done by the Night Demon, his goal was to humiliate the Bloodhoof Clan and then damage the morale of the entire Bloodhoof Clan.
Why did he hide Big Buck's corpse so secretly and pile up so much fuel in the hiding place? Once it was exposed to the air, it would immediately burn everything?
Didn't this completely go against his purpose of making a big fuss and destroying morale?
Casa felt that if Big Buck was really a victim of the Night Demon.
Then, the Night Demon's goal of killing him must be different from the goal of attacking the warriors of the other clans.
Maybe Big Buck was the person the Night Demon really wanted to kill.
Following this clue, it was very likely that he would find out the true identity of the Night Demon.
Casa originally wanted to discuss this matter with Blacktooth.
But Blacktooth gave him a more important task.
That was to spread the news that the Night Demon was a lionman from Pure Gold City. The Golden Clan was exceptionally weak in this Glory Era and was very afraid of the Bloodhoof Clan to every corner of Blackhorn City through the Blood Skull Arena.
The Blood Skull Arena could accommodate tens of thousands of spectators every day.
The fierce battles between the gladiators were a game that even the warriors of the clans who were not present were willing to bet on.
Therefore, the Blood Skull Arena maintained a very good relationship with the various taverns and casinos in Blackhorn City.
It allowed the gamblers to place their bets at the table, and the ratfolk servants who ran fast would pass the bets and news back and forth.
Through this complicated network of relationships, it was naturally best to spread the truth about the Great Horned Rat God's messenger.
This was the reason why High Priest Blacktooth summoned Casa despite his busy schedule.
This was the first time Casa carried out an order personally given by Blacktooth.
He naturally wanted to focus and do his best.
Thinking about it carefully, if the messenger of the Great Horned Rat God was really a lionman from Pure Gold City.
Big Buck should not have any relationship with him.
There was an eighty to ninety percent chance that he was mistaken.
It was better not to add to Lord Blacktooth's troubles with such a trivial matter and increase the difficulty of his own mission, right?
Big Buck was a bastard. He didn't like the ox-head female warrior, the elephant female warrior, the hippopotamus female warrior, and the wild boar female warrior. He just had to like the weak catgirl and the rabbit girl. He was simply a disgrace to the Bloodhoof Warriors.
In the end, not only did he lose his life, but he also caused the Blood Skull Gladiator Arena and Casa to become the laughingstock of the circle.
If it wasn't for the fact that this fellow had been killed by someone else in advance, even Casa would have wanted to personally kill him and clean up the mess!
With that thought in mind, Casava quickly tossed all the doubts about Big Buck's death to the back of his mind.
Time was of the essence. Apart from completing Lord Blacktooth's mission, he still had many things to do.
For example, solving the problem of the "Ice Storm".
He had to completely tame this restless female leopard before the Blood Skull Crew left for battle.
In the past, Casava had been tolerating and even indulging Hailstorm's actions.
It wasn't because he had given up on the idea of conquering the Snow Leopard Female Warrior.
On the contrary, as he heard a lot of interesting news from afar, he became more and more confident in conquering this powerful but untamed "Ice Queen".
However, he still needed an opportunity.
Or rather, an excuse.
After all, Hailstorm was a free gladiator. She hadn't received his blood, nor was she a member of the Bloodhoof Family.
In theory, they had a cooperative relationship of equal status. If they worked together, they would stay. If they didn't, they would leave.
Even if Hailstorm left the Blood Skull Gladiator Arena and entered the arms of the Iron Skin Family, he had no reason to stop her.
If he forcefully stopped her, he would be mocked for being narrow-minded and lacking charisma and boldness. He wouldn't be able to make a foreign warrior willingly serve him.
One had to know that in the Blood Skull Crew that Casa used to obtain the Supreme Glory, there were dozens of powerful foreign warriors besides Hailstorm.
Casa had to consider their thoughts.
Otherwise, it would be easy for them to fall apart and completely collapse.
This was the reason why Hailstorm hadn't accepted his blood, but he still maintained the demeanor of a superior and didn't use violence against the Snow Leopard Female Warrior.
However, it was different now.
Now, the High Priest Blacktooth had given Casa a very sufficient reason to let him deal with Hailstorm …
Do anything.
Casa became excited.
It was as if he could see Hailstorm kneeling in front of him and revealing her greatest secret, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.
…
In the next two days, under Casa's full effort, the truth about the Great Horned Rat God spread throughout Blackhorn City like wildfire and lightning. It completely covered the rumors of the past, as well as the clan warriors' fear of the Night Demons.
Almost all the clan warriors believed the excuse that the Night Devil came from the Pure Gold City.
They didn't even need any conclusive evidence or meticulous analysis. All they needed was a slight nudge, and these Ox-Heads and Horse-Faces would reveal an expression of "sudden realization".
Just as Blacktooth had said, this was indeed the "truth" that all the Bloodhoof Warriors were most willing to believe.
It was also the "truth" that could raise the morale of the Bloodhoof Army the most.
Under the encouragement of this "truth", the various clans of Blackhorn City quickly recovered from the chaos.
All the units under their command were reorganized into battle gangs and battle regiments.
And through the "Game of Bravehearts", they established each other's command level and relationship.
On Casa's side in the Blood Skull Arena, the reorganization work also went very smoothly. The final size of the battle group was even larger than he had expected.
Speaking of which, some of this was due to the Night Demons.
Originally, many of the scattered warriors from the local areas were unwilling to attach themselves to the rich and powerful clans of Blackhorn City.
Many arrogant and unruly high-level Beastmen would rather face the problem of lacking resources and fighting alone. They all desired to retain some freedom and independence.
However, the appearance of the Night Demons had scared the courage of these scattered warriors.
After all, they didn't have many powerful companions to protect them. They couldn't be like the warriors of the Bloodhoof Family, who were surrounded and mighty, so that the Night Demons couldn't find an opportunity to attack.
Therefore, they were most likely to be attacked by the Night Demons.
After a few scattered warriors lost all their secret medicine and armor in a muddle-headed manner, but received a "gift" from the Night Demons on their foreheads, the remaining local warriors could only hide in the Blood Skull Arena. They knelt on one knee and swore loyalty to Casa. The best among them even accepted Casa's gift of blood, using the method of becoming a member of the Bloodhoof Family in exchange for the protection of the family.
In the end, not counting the slave soldiers and cannon fodder, Casa had recruited thousands of elite warriors.
Most of the middle and low-level warriors had their own totem armor.
The totem armor of the hundreds of elite warriors covered every corner of their bodies evenly. It was an awe-inspiring full-body armor.
Other than the "Four Aces" who had long been famous, there were also five experts who had just joined the Blood Skull Crew. They had long dominated an area and had the strength to challenge the "Four Aces".
In the entire Blackhorn City, the strength of the Blood Skull Crew could be ranked in the top echelon among the hundreds of battle groups.
Before the battle, Casa was naturally elated to have recruited so many experts.
In order to announce the birth of the Blood Skull Crew and promote the unity between the Four Aces and the five newly recruited experts, it was very reasonable to hold a grand banquet. No one could refuse it.
Even if Hailstorm knew Casa's personality very well and knew that he didn't have good intentions towards her.
It was impossible for her to refuse this banquet.
Otherwise, it wouldn't just be disrespecting Casa.
It would also be an insult to all the gladiators, as well as all the heroic spirits who had sacrificed themselves in the Blood Skull Arena over the past thousands of years.
Hailstorm and Meng Chao were almost done preparing to escape from Blackhorn City.
But in the plan, they had to wait for the Bloodhoof Army to gather in the temple outside Blackhorn City and start a large-scale battle drill. Only then would they have the chance to leave the sight of Casa and the experts of the Bloodhoof Family and escape without anyone noticing.
Before that, Hailstorm had to hold Casa back.
Therefore, she could only brace herself and attend the banquet.
There was no need to mention the grandeur and extravagance of the banquet.
Not only did Casa bring out more than one hundred barrels of mixed medicine, the moment he opened the lids, bubbles came out of the barrels, and the fragrance did not just assail the nostrils. Instead, it was good wine that struck the nostrils like iron fists.
He also slaughtered dozens of totem beasts that had not been tamed yet and could not travel with the Blood Skull Crew.
The freshest totem beast meat was simply roasted a few times. When it was first brought to the table, the fascia between the large pieces of meat was still pulsating with a pitter patter.
In the eyes of the gluttons in Turanze, this was a delicacy that could only be found by chance.
Other than Hailstorm, the three aces and the five experts who had just joined the Bloody Skull Legion all wolfed down the food. Their appetite, which was like a bottomless pit, showed their bravery, which was even more shocking than their appetite.
Even though Hailstorm was usually as cold as ice, in this sort of situation, it was impossible for her to chew slowly, much less not touch a drop of wine.
This was especially so when her mortal enemy of the four aces, Savage Hammer, who she had once defeated in a one-on-one fight and also defeated in a group fight, came to challenge her with a wine barrel that was even thicker than a Mandala tree. It was impossible for her to retreat.
Based on the traditions of the high-grade orcs, if both sides belonged to the same camp and were about to go to war against the same enemy, they could not fight against each other with weapons. They would usually compete in drinking and eating capacity in place of fighting with real weapons.
Refusing to compete in drinking with the other party was the same as running away from the arena.
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