Casa's words were like steel needles that pierced through Hailstorm's body, nailing her to the ground and making her unable to move.
The dumbfounded expression on Lin Li's face confirmed Casa's deduction, and a victorious smile appeared on his face. He continued, "What happens next is very simple. Since you grew up in the Land of Holy Light, your mother should be a Holy Light Human, not a high-level Orc. This is because high-level Orcs can't give birth in the Land of Holy Light.
"Then, we only need to go to the Cheetah race or Black Panther race to find out if there were any warriors who snuck into the Land of Holy Light thirty years ago to take risks and carry out missions. It shouldn't be difficult to find your father.
"Of course, this will involve too many people and cause too much of a commotion. It's inevitable that others will notice my actions. If the higher-ups in the family ask, it's impossible for me to hide your existence. I'll definitely have to hand over both you and your secret. To the two of us, this is a lose-lose situation.
"That's why I still hope that you can be smarter. Hailstorm, with your identity, whether it's in Turanze or the Land of Holy Light, you won't be able to move an inch. Other than me, who else can work with you and save your life?
"Come, tell me your secret. Let's uncover the power hidden behind this secret. I promise I won't touch a single hair on you. Perhaps the two of us can work together and shine in the greatest Glory Era in history!"
Hailstorm glared at Casa.
"Ptui!"
That was her reply.
Casa frowned slightly and sighed softly, as if he did not understand why Hailstorm was so stubborn.
"Do you know, seeing that you're the most outstanding gladiator of the Blood Skull Gladiator and that you've earned so many resources and popularity for the Blood Skull Gladiator over the past two years, I really don't want to torture you with torture that's worse than death."
Casa squatted down and extended his totemic armor that could turn into sharp blades, spikes, and sawteeth at any time. He gently touched Hailstorm's trembling face.
"If you're still so stubborn, I can only offer you to High Priest Blacktooth. I believe he'll have a way to pry open your mouth."
The name "High Priest Blacktooth" caused Hailstorm's eyes to widen.
Obviously, even she had heard of this monster that interrupted the mutation process of the Origin Warriors and forcefully escaped from the Abyss of Death.
The legends about High Priest Blackteeth kept appearing and changing in the depths of Hailstorm's almost transparent eyes, making her tremble and cramp uncontrollably.
"It seems like you also know how powerful High Priest Blacktooth is."
"Actually, I'm not willing to share this huge secret with others. You're the first vile spawn in tens of thousands of years to be able to use totemic power and the power of the Holy Light at the same time. You're a priceless treasure, and no one is willing to share such a treasure with others.
"However, if this treasure of yours isn't enlightened and doesn't allow me to explore it, then I can only use you to exchange for merits in the family and the recognition of High Priest Blacktooth.
"Don't rush. Calm down and think about it slowly.
"Tomorrow is the end of the 'Game of the Brave'. Blackhorn City and the dozens of towns around it, as well as the hundreds of battle groups from the big families, are almost ready. At dawn the day after tomorrow, the warriors of the Bloodhoof Clan will gather at the temple outside the city and hold a grand oath and drill. Then, they will set off for battle.
"I hope that you can think clearly before then.
"Because once the army sets off, there will be too many eyes. I can't hide you in the tent forever, so I can only offer you to High Priest Blacktooth.
"I hope that when High Priest Blacktooth takes off his cloak and reveals his deformed body that has been eroded by totemic power, you won't hate me for being cruel, and don't regret your stubbornness … and stupidity."
Casa patted Hailstorm's cheeks lightly a few times.
He stood up and walked out of the tunnel.
Just as he entered the darkness, he turned around.
"Oh right, don't worry about your battle team."
Casa said to Hailstorm, "I have to admit that you've created a very outstanding battle team. I can't bear to use them as cannon fodder.
"I will assign them to the most outstanding and loyal ace gladiators so that they can charge and break through the enemy lines for the Blood Skull Battle Group in the upcoming battle and obtain more glory for me!"
…
"Lady Hailstorm has fallen ill!"
"She's not ill, she's injured!"
"Lady Hailstorm's performance in the arena over the past two years was too outstanding. However, while she defeated countless strong enemies, she also accumulated very serious injuries in her body. It was only because of her persevering willpower and the blessings of the ancestral spirits that she managed to suppress them.
"However, she was too impatient. In the 'Game of the Brave', she continuously summoned totemic armor and fought beyond her limits. I heard that she even took away the armor fragments of many experts and fused them all into her 'Mithril Ripper'.
"In the end, she absorbed too much Totem Power in one go, and she couldn't digest it at all. Then, at the banquet hosted by Lord Casafa, she drank too much strong alcohol that contained secret medicine, causing her Totem Power to go out of control, and she almost became an Origins Warrior!
"Although she was saved by Lord Casa, she still needs a long time to recuperate. She definitely won't be able to lead us anymore!"
As dawn approached, this terrible news spread like wildfire among the Hailstorm battle team.
Many of the servant soldiers were shocked, and even more could not believe it. They thought that someone was playing a cruel joke on them.
Lady Hailstorm was one of the four trump cards of the Blood Skull Arena.
Even in the newly formed Blood Skull Battle Group, her strength was enough to rank among the top five experts.
How could she fall ill or be injured?
However, the Rat Folk odd-job worker who spread the rumor said it in a very serious manner.
Moreover, recently, Hailstorm had been challenging the experts like crazy and snatching their armor fragments. Her 'Mithril Ripper' was gaining new characteristics almost every day, becoming more gorgeous and fierce. This was also a fact.
With her crazy training, it would be strange if she didn't lose control.
In the end, a rat man who had followed Casa for many years brought the order of the highest commander of the Blood Skull Battle Group expressionlessly, shattering the last hope of the servant soldiers.
Everyone shriveled up like an empty sack, dejected and dejected.
Logically speaking, it was common for the rat man servant soldiers to change masters.
Because of hunting, adventuring, gladiatorial fights, and wars, the casualty rate of the clan warriors was high.
The servant soldiers that had been trained with great difficulty did not necessarily have to die with their masters.
Most of the time, their masters did not treat the servant soldiers as confidants and brothers, but as tools and items that could be used at will. They could be placed on the gambling table and used as stakes.
Before two gladiators fought in the arena, it was normal for one to bet three hundred servant soldiers and the other three hundred servant soldiers.
If that was the case, why should the servant soldiers waste too much emotion on their masters?
Following anyone was not for eating, training, or death!
But the Hailstorm's servant soldiers were different.
More accurately speaking, the batch of servant soldiers that Meng Chao had personally chosen were different from other servant soldiers.
First of all, before they joined Hailstorm, they were all repulsive and hopeless existences.
Their only outcome was to quietly die and rot in the darkest corner of the dungeon.
Even though Meng Chao had saved and trained them.
Without Hailstorm's tacit approval, this strange fighting squad would not have been able to take shape so easily.
Besides, since Hailstorm's attention was not on the Blood Skull Coliseum or the Blood Skull Battle Group, it was very lenient with the servant soldiers. It seemed like it let them do whatever they wanted, which allowed the servant soldiers to feel the freedom that they had not felt for a long time.
Quite a number of gladiators treated the servant soldiers as tools and chess pieces. They forced the servant soldiers to train day and night. Every day, a large number of corpses that died of exhaustion or injuries were carried out of the training camp.
The days when they followed Hailstorm could be said to be peaceful and peaceful.
Of course, if they were always lenient, they would suffer a lot on the battlefield. They might even have to pay with their lives.
This was the third benefit of following Hailstorm. The Ice Queen was one of the top five fighters in the Blood Skull Battle Group. Even in all of Black Corner City, she was a rather famous and ruthless person. Most of the time, before the servant soldiers even attacked, she would take the lead and end the battle.
Besides, Meng Chao taught them how to work together with their small groups, so Hailstorm's casualty rate was much lower than that of the other three ace squads in the Blood Skull Coliseum.
To the rat people who had lost their homes, family, and hope and only had their lives left, Hailstorm was the most perfect master they could meet.
They did not expect that their perfect master would be heavily injured and fall before the most devastating battle began.
What kind of master would they be given to next?
Would they be able to maintain a complete squad, or at least have the thirty people who gathered in the beginning remain in one squad and accept the harvester's training and command?
How would their new master treat them? Would he let them be the vanguard in the first battle so that they would all be pointlessly killed?
This question that concerned their lives caused all the rat people to be at a loss. They did not know what to do.
Ye was even more flustered.
He was too young, which was why he was too naive. Over the past few days, his mind had been in a mess, and he did not know what to do.
Because the Big-horned Rat God he believed in and worshiped so fervently was a fake!
"There's no such thing as the Big-horned Rat God descending. That's just a trick created by the spies from Pure Gold City!"
The shocking news was like a giant ax surrounded by lightning that struck Ye's head. The young rat-folk boy was completely dumbfounded.
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