Even if they were too far away and Meng Chao could not detect the scent of the tracking powder, it did not matter.
After all, the ingredients used to create the tracking powder were all natural materials. After a period of time, they would naturally degrade.
If they did not know the formula beforehand, no one would have noticed that the temple thieves' corpses had been tampered with.
"Let's go," Meng Chao said to Ice Storm.
Meng Chao said to the hailstorm, "It's time to leave Black Corner City."
"Wait."
Ice Storm stared at a pillar of flames that shot into the sky like a pillar not too far away. "That seems to be … Casava's presence!"
"Is it?"
Meng Chao quirked his eyebrows.
A brilliant light shone in his eyes.
Thanks to Casava Blood Hoof's care, he had been submerged in the sticky, stinky, bloody, and dirty underground prison of Blood Skull Coliseum for a total of ten days and ten nights.
If he did not greet the master of Blood Skull Coliseum before he left Black Corner City, wouldn't it seem like Dragon Citizens were being too impolite?
…
Boom!
Casava roared. His right leg, which was covered in totemic armor and shrouded in flames, was just like his name. It turned into an unstoppable axe.
First, he swung it high above his head and folded it 180 degrees with his body.
Then, he swung it fiercely at a temple thief who was armed to the teeth and had a shield in his hands.
The thief of the temple, together with his shield, was sent flying twenty to thirty meters away, crashing into a broken wall. Before he could even scream, his breath was completely cut off.
The gladiators from Blood Skull Squad immediately went forward and dug up the ruins to dig out the deformed and twisted corpse.
Due to the heavy spirit energy attack, the armor on the corpse could no longer maintain its fixed form and the stability of its storage space.
Along with a flash of light, four or five fragments of ancient weapons and armors, as well as the fragrant secret medicine, all burst out.
Casava's gaze swept past the spoils of war, and he let out a cold snort. His anger, which seemed to want to burn through his skull, finally calmed down a little.
Even so, there was not a hint of a smile on his face.
The almost tangible killing intent that surrounded him caused the most favored gladiators under him to keep quiet out of fear, not daring to make eye contact with him.
After all, the Blood Skull Holy Temple was the biggest victim of the Great Temple Robbery.
When the other temples were looted, the Blood Hoof Army was already on their way back.
The temple thieves were racing against time, so it was impossible for them to loot the temple clean.
Several temples had not been looted yet, or only half of them had been looted, when the thieves were stopped by the Bloodhoof Warriors.
In the course of the fierce battle between the two sides, there would always be a few treasures left in the temple.
The Blood Skull Temple was the first temple to be raided.
Moreover, it had been plundered by two groups of people.
Meng Chao and Hailstorm went down first.
The temple burglars went down again.
Forget about weapons with thousands of years of history, powerful murderous intent, and surging spirit energy.
Even the bones of the Origins Warrior "249" didn't leave a single speck of dust for Casava.
Casava Blood Hoof returned to his temple in a hurry. He still had a sliver of hope, but when he saw the empty Blood Skull Temple, he was so angry that he felt like his lungs were going to explode.
The Blood Skull Gang was the capital that allowed him to build his career in the Glory Era and rise to the top.
Then, the Blood Skull Temple was the source of his power.
Many of the gladiators and amazing people he recruited were attracted by the ancient weapons, armor, and secret medicine worshiped in the Blood Skull Temple, which was why they were willing to risk their lives for him.
How could an empty temple make these proud and rebellious Orc warriors continue to pledge their loyalty to him?
This was a matter of life and death.
Casava did not have the time to fly into a rage. He immediately led more than ten of his most trusted gladiators to chase after them.
Fortunately, Black Horn City was in a mess right now. Many of the temple thieves and Blood Hoof Warriors were running around like headless chickens, and there were always unfortunate people who ran into them.
After killing five waves of the temple thieves, they finally managed to retrieve more than ten items from their pockets.
Even though they were not weapons at the level of Cranium Crusher, the flaming hammer worshiped in the Blood Skull Temple, it was still a good foundation.
This could more or less be considered as laying a foundation and slightly alleviating Casa's anxiety.
Just when Casava was thinking about where he should find more temple thieves and retrieve their loot, he noticed that the muscles of his gladiators were a little stiff.
"What's going on?"
Casava frowned a little and asked in slight displeasure.
"C-Sir Casava, these corpses …"
A few of his subordinates, who were cleaning up the temple thieves' corpses and trying to remove all the totem armor fragments, said hesitantly, "There seems to be a problem."
Just now, both sides had fought against each other in an environment filled with smoke, flames, collapses, and explosions.
The process of the confrontation was like a flash of lightning, the hare rising and the falcon descending.
They did not manage to see each other's faces clearly.
It was only at this moment that the gladiators realized that the appearance of this temple thief was vastly different from the temple thieves they had killed before.
The temple thieves from the previous battles had the mixed features of multiple clans, but the features were very thin. At first glance, they looked like human beings who had grown rabbit ears, wolf fangs, cat claws, and dog tails.
It was the typical appearance of the Rat Men.
The corpse in front of them had been badly mutilated by Casava's bombardment.
However, through the fan-like ears, the thick tusks, the arched mouth that protruded forward, and the thick and hard mane all over his body, especially the ends of his legs, which had the strong features of artiodactyls, it was easy to tell that he was a pure-blooded Wild Boar Warrior and a member of the Blood Hoof Clan.
The emblems carved on the armor and the weapon fragments also proved that.
He was not a temple thief.
He was a member of the Iron Skin Family.
He was a noble of Black Horn City.
The gladiators looked at each other and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva with great difficulty. They looked at Casava with some trepidation.
Casava rubbed the Wild Boar Warrior's head, which was as smashed as mud, with the tip of his foot.
Then, he wiped the blood under his feet on the debris nearby unhurriedly.
"Do you think that this guy is a member of the Iron Skin Family and that we killed the wrong person?" He touched his totem armor, 'Magma's Fury', softly, making his facial armor look almost transparent. He revealed a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes at all.
The gladiators shuddered at the same time. None of them dared to say anything.
"Then, let me ask you. Are the items that he dropped the marvelous weapons that the ancestors of the Iron Skin Family once used?"
Casava's smile did not change. He reminded his subordinates patiently.
The gladiators were slightly dazed. Then, they were greatly enlightened.
It was true. Not all the trophies that they looted from the Wild Boar Warrior belonged to the Iron Skin Family.
Judging from the style, shape, and size of the weapons, there were the meteor hammers that the Mammoth Warriors loved to use, the triple bows that the Centaur Warriors often used, and the steel braces that the Hippopotamus Warriors used to increase their bite force.
Since the mouths of the Wild Boar Warriors and the Hippopotamus Warriors were different in shape and size, it was impossible for the Iron Skin Family to have such weapons.
In other words, this unlucky Wild Boar Warrior was not a good person in the first place.
There were so many different kinds of divine weapons. God knows where he got them from.
"Inside the totem armor of a wild boar warrior, there are a lot of divine weapons from different families and different temples. If such a guy can't be regarded as a temple thief, who can?"
Casava said coldly. "As for the possibility that he is a member of the Iron Skin Family? Of course he is! The enemy's scheme was of such a large scale and turned the entire Black Horn City upside down. How could he have done it without the help of a mole?
"No matter how luxuriant a Devil's Snare Tree is, if you look carefully, you can still find a few moths on the trunk. Therefore, it is perfectly normal and reasonable for a glorious noble family like the Iron Skin Family to have one or two shameless, insane descendants to conspire with the enemy and steal the marvelous weapons of Black Horn City, right?"
Casava looked at his subordinates with a smile.
His subordinates looked at each other in bewilderment and immediately nodded.
"Speaking of which, although the Ironhide Family and the Bloodhoof Family have been entangled for thousands of years, they are still the mainstay of the Bloodhoof Clan. For the sake of the unity of the entire clan, I am willing to protect the dignity of the Ironhide Family as long as it is within my power."
As Casava spoke, he suddenly picked up a broken stone pillar that was as thick as a person's arms and smashed it at the body of the Wild Boar Warrior.
The Wild Boar Warrior, who had already been deformed beyond recognition, was immediately smashed into an even messier mess.
Casava was still not reassured. He crushed the body with the stone pillar and ground it carefully.
When the features of the Wild Boar Warrior and the style of the fatal wound could no longer be distinguished from the Wild Boar Warrior's body that was as smashed as mud, he finally clapped his hands in satisfaction and ordered his subordinates to burn the body to the ground, completely destroying the last evidence.
"Don't worry, the Iron Skin Family won't pester us too much. Otherwise, they will have to explain to the centaurs, elephants, and hippopotamuses why the boar warriors of the Iron Skin Family have the divine weapons worshiped in their temples."
Casava comforted his subordinates.
Then, his eyes gradually turned sharp, and he squeezed out a cold order from the gaps of his teeth. "Continue searching. Find all the temple thieves in Black Horn City even if you have to dig three feet into the ground. Those lowly b * stards are, of course, the temple thieves. Even if they look like the Bloody Hoof Warriors, as long as they have a lot of stolen goods, we will not let them go. They must be the moles of the temple thieves. Unless they hand over the stolen goods obediently, we will have the responsibility to eliminate those wretched vermin for Black Horn City and the Bloody Hoof Clan!"
"Understood!"
His subordinates were greatly refreshed and replied at the same time.
"Lord Casava, an intense battle seems to have broken out two blocks away!"
A gladiator who was observing from a high place suddenly shouted.
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