Even so, the Ice Storm could read his thoughts from his expression.
"Do you know? You look like a wizard right now," Ice Storm said.
Meng Chao thought about it. Wizards were special occupations in the Land of Holy Light.
Compared to the battle-crazed high-grade orcs, the fanatical worshippers, the ascetics, and the night watchers, and the even more mysterious ancient tombs and abyssal races.
Wizards were the people in the Other World whose logic was the most similar to that of Earthlings.
And if Ice Storm said that, it meant that she had indirectly admitted that she came from the Land of Holy Light.
Otherwise, she would never have seen a living Magus in Turanze.
"Done."
Meng Chao observed the color of the foam on the surface of the shackles and the speed at which it spread. He gestured for Ice Storm to raise her wrist.
Then, he rearmed his arms and used his arm-covered hands to grab the two sides of the shackles tightly. He used all his strength to pull them out with all his might.
As the veins all over his body protruded like dragons and roared, the severely corroded shackles changed their shape slightly. Tiny cracks also appeared around the curled earthworm characters.
"It's done!"
Ice Storm's voice was filled with endless delight.
She gestured for Meng Chao to let go, then raised her left arm high and mumbled.
Wisps of cold white air gushed out of her jade-white arm and circled the shackles at high speed.
In an instant, the metallic luster on the surface of the shackles turned into something as fragile as jade.
Ice Storm growled and smashed the shackles on her left wrist to the ground.
With a bang, the shackles, which had been corroded by the secret medicine, Meng Chao's strange strength, and Ice Storm's own frost power, finally broke and turned into millions of ice crystals.
"Phew …"
Ice Storm let out a long breath.
The cold air that had been suppressed for a long time gushed out of her left arm like a flood. Soon, her entire left arm was covered in silver armor.
Since the seal on her left arm was broken, the other four shackles were easy to deal with.
Meng Chao and Ice Storm did the same thing. In a short ten minutes, Ice Storm was completely freed from the shattered ice crystals on the ground.
Meng Chao tossed the beast skin bag he had obtained from Wildhammer's waist to Hailstorm.
The bulging pouches were filled with secret medicines of the highest grade and high-energy nutrients extracted from the Golden Fruits.
Hailstorm recognized the symbol of Wildhammer on the bag.
He looked at Meng Chao in shock, opened a bottle of medicine, and drank it in one go.
"What's going on outside?"
Her face regained some color, and she recovered some of her strength. She opened her mouth and asked.
Meng Chao gave her a simple introduction of the Great Horned Rat God descending and causing a chain explosion.
"The Great Horned Rat God has descended and led the rat people in a riot?"
Hailstorm frowned slightly and immediately said, "That's impossible. I just heard a series of explosions from here. They seemed chaotic and disorderly, but in reality, there was a pattern to them. They came from all directions and almost enveloped the entire Blackhorn City.
"Besides, the initial explosions came from dozens of places at the same time. This means that the person who detonated the explosions is very skilled at digging and working underground. Their knowledge and use of explosives have also reached the level of a first-class fighter.
"Even if the dwarves in the Land of Holy Light were to carry out such an operation, they wouldn't have been able to do better, and you're telling me that this is a mess caused by a group of rat people?
"If the rat people had this kind of ability, they wouldn't have been enslaved by the five great clans for ten thousand years!"
"That's right."
Meng Chao felt that he was really lucky to have met Leaf and Hailstorm, two abnormalities among high-grade orcs, after he drifted to Turanze.
When he worked together with them, their fighting strength was secondary. The key was that their thought processes were similar, and they could understand a lot of problems easily.
"The Great Horned Rat God descending is definitely not a trick created by the rat people," Meng Chao said.
"The rulers of Blackhorn City are guessing that the entire matter is a scheme of the Golden Clan. Even though their 'evidence' is ludicrous and I intentionally gave it to them, there's a chance that they'll hit the bull's eye by a fluke."
"Wait. You know that the rat people will cause a riot? Do you know who the person behind the Great Horned Rat God is?" A brilliant light shone in Hailstorm's eyes.
"The person who can benefit the most from the tens of millions of rat people fighting back will be the one who incites the rat people to cause a riot," Meng Chao said.
"But before we leave Blackhorn City, there's no need for us to dwell on this matter for the time being.
"Right now, it's been fifteen minutes since the chain explosion of the swamp gas.
"Based on my observations of the high-grade orcs' military training over the past few days, even though most of the warriors in the clans are brave and good at fighting and aren't afraid of death, it's a little difficult for them to form a battle formation that follows strict rules and orders.
"The practical drill this time and the upcoming competition between the five races is to solve this problem.
"Before the problem was solved, the clansmen heard the concentrated explosions coming from Blackhorn City. They saw the raging flames and thick smoke shrouding the entire city. It was impossible for the clansmen to gather their troops and regroup without a moment or two.
"And before they restore their own order and form a tight battle formation, it is impossible for them to act like a bunch of headless flies and charge into Blackhorn City to restore order like a swarm of scattered soldiers.
"Otherwise, they'll just make the messy situation even more chaotic.
"Even if they form a battle formation and return to the city to quell the rebellion, they can only push forward step by step from the outside. And I believe that suppressing the rat people who are determined to die in the burning, broken walls isn't something that can be resolved quickly, even for the warriors in the clan.
"In any case, I think that the Blood Hooves Army will need at least one day and one night to restore the initial stage of order in Blackhorn City.
"Of course, as long as they gain a foothold in the outer city, it's possible for them to send elite teams made up of experts to enter the inner city to protect their ancestral homes, temples, and warehouses that store strategic resources.
"Before that, we have around two to three hours to fish in troubled waters and do whatever we want in Blackhorn City, which has an extremely empty military force and an extremely chaotic environment."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
Icy-Cold flames flowed out of the depths of Haifeng's eyes. "Before I personally tear open Casava's throat, let me collect some interest from him first!"
…
At the highest point in the southwest of the Blood Skull Arena stood a temple.
Just like all the temples in Turanze, this temple not only worshiped the heroic spirits of all the gladiators who had died gloriously in the arena over the past thousand years, but it also worshiped a large number of weapons that had left a heavy mark in the history of the Blood Skull Arena.
It also enshrined many weapons that had left their mark in the history of the Blood Skull Gladiator Arena.
Sharp blades that had once cut open the throats of hundreds of totem beasts.
Fragments of totem battle armor worn by warriors who had won three hundred battles in a row.
Stone locks and stone axes were the training equipment of a legendary figure who had been in the limelight in the Battle of Glory before he rose to power as a gladiator in the Blood Skull Arena.
It was said that these weapons contained incomparably powerful vile spirits.
They were not things that ordinary warriors could control.
Whoever wanted to control these weapons would have their minds taken away by the vile spirits the moment they touched them, and they would become Origin Warriors.
Hence, they could only lie quietly in the temple and wait for the day when their true master would descend.
Aside from offering sacrifices to heroic spirits and legendary weapons, the temple had another very important use.
It was used to help the totem battle armor level up.
It was said that every temple in Turanze had a "temple core".
It was the blessings that the ancestral spirits gave to their blood descendants.
It contained the wisdom of the ancestral spirits that was as lofty as a mountain, as deep as the sea, and even vaster than the endless galaxy.
Meng Chao was very interested in the temples of the high-grade orcs.
He felt that if he entered the temple, he might be able to see the original appearance of the Turan civilization.
He would be able to understand the essence of the Turan civilization even more deeply.
From there, he could find a way to change the Turan civilization and turn the high-grade orcs into even more reliable allies than in his previous life.
Of course, the legendary weapons in the temple were also things that he longed for.
Only by getting the weapons that had been used by the epic heroes of the Turan civilization would he be able to grasp the greatest power in the shortest amount of time.
Only then would he be able to face the leader of the wolves, Jackal Canus, who was about to rise to power and become the king of Turan.
He would have to decide whether he should help or kill the Apocalyptic Wolf who had created the Chaos Camp in his previous life and brought the Turan civilization and Dragon City to destruction!
Unfortunately, Casava usually guarded the Blood Skull Temple very closely.
Based on the testimony that Meng Chao had gotten from Big Buck, he had arranged a few squads of elite guards inside and outside the temple.
There were also a lot of traps that used the ancient ancestral spirits' technology.
Casava Blood Hoof himself would spend a long time in the temple to train when he had nothing to do. He could not even get a drop of water in.
Meng Chao could not find a way in, and he was so anxious that his hands were itching to enter.
Until today.
Until this moment.
Meng Chao and Hailstorm lay prostrate behind a broken wall that was still burning and had black smoke billowing out of it. They stuck half of their heads out and observed the Blood Skull Temple not too far away from them through the gaps in the smoke.
Since it was rather high up, there were no drainage pipes under it, and the walls of the temple were really sturdy.
The Blood Skull Temple was not damaged in the chain explosion caused by the methane gas.
But when Casava led the Blood Skull Squad to the larger and older Black Horn Temple outside the city to participate in the vassal ceremony and practical drills …
He wanted more of his trusted subordinates to receive the blessings of the ancestral spirits in Black Horn Temple.
He also wanted to show his face in front of dozens of powerful fighters.
Thus, he mobilized more than half of the guards.
The explosions that happened in the other areas of the Blood Skull Coliseum, the totem beasts escaping and wreaking havoc, Leaf and the others leading a large group of rat people to break out of the cage, and the news that even Savage Hammer, one of the four aces, was heavily injured had lured away more than half of the remaining guards.
Now, there were only two guards left in front of the Blood Skull Temple.
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