Meng Chao felt that the soldiers sent by the Great Horn Army to lead the rat people out of the demon's lair had to have been carefully selected. They must have trained their eloquence and polished their stories countless times.
That was why they could speak so vividly and captivatingly.
With just a few words, the round bone club seemed to have brought everyone back to that terrifying night.
Everyone held their breaths and stared at his mouth.
Even though they knew that he was safe and sound, they still broke out in cold sweat for what had happened to him at that time.
"At that time, a bloodthirsty lizard that looked like a mad dog jumped out of the bushes and bit down on my calf. Its fangs pierced through my flesh, and its body, which weighed more than fifty kilograms, hung on my leg."
The round bone club continued, "I watched as two fierce-looking lizard warriors walked towards me with ferocious smiles on their faces. They carried clubs covered in snake teeth.
"Their gazes weren't on my head, but on my knees.
"By the looks of it, they didn't want to kill me with one hit. Instead, they wanted to break my knees and bring me back to town to slowly torture me."
"Ah …"
Some of the impatient rat people in the crowd could not help but ask, "What happened after that? How did you manage to escape from the lizard warriors' pursuit?"
"After that, Old Bearskin saved me!"
The round bone club pointed at the silent, tall warrior with a grin. "He might not be very talkative, but he has the ability to imitate the cries of totem beasts and attract totem beasts from afar.
"Old Bearskin joined the Great Horn Army a few years earlier than me. At the time, he was sent by the Great Horn Army to the border between the Blood Hoof Clan and the Dark Moon Clan to look for people like me who had nowhere else to go but were unwilling to wait for death. They were also filled with anger towards their masters and thirsted for rebellion and revenge. He wanted to develop them into new recruits for the Great Horn Army.
"When he was at the foot of the mountain, he saw a large group of lizard warriors moving around. He knew that they were definitely hunting down rebels and saboteurs, so he quietly followed behind them.
"Old Bearskin alone could not fight against a large group of lizard warriors, so he used his abilities to ingeniously attract a totem beast and charge into the lizard warriors' encirclement.
"The value and threat of totem beasts are obviously much greater than mine.
"For a moment, the Lizard Warriors were caught unprepared by the Totem Beasts, and they were thrown off their horses.
"Old Bearskin took the opportunity to sneak up and slashed the neck of the bloodthirsty lizard that was biting my calf, saving me."
"I see."
Everyone finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Still not satisfied, someone continued to ask, "How did you escape the pursuit of the lizard warriors?"
"We'll have to rely on Old Bearskin for that!"
The round bone club said, "Old Bearskin is an experienced hunter, he's practically the incarnation of the forest. With just a sniff, he can smell all the streams, swamps, and caves of the totem beasts in the entire forest.
"Everyone knows that we, the Rat People, are usually not allowed to go hunting in the mountains, except for those who are gifted and specially serve as guides for the clan warriors.
"When Old Bearskin was in his hometown, he was such a guide.
"However, the job of being a guide is also very difficult. It's even more dangerous than cleaning the lizard cages, because the clan warriors, in order to hunt the more brutal and powerful totem beasts, would always ask the guide to go deeper into the forest.
"If they really encountered a totem beast, the clan warriors could still rely on their skilled combat skills and powerful totem armor to fight against the totem beast.
"However, an unarmed guide is usually a narrow escape from death.
"Three generations of Old Bearskin's family, together with his wife, were the best guides in his hometown. Their fame even spread to the nearby towns. Many clan warriors who went hunting in the mountains would ask them to lead the way.
"This year, the heir of the chief, who ruled the local town, wanted to complete his coming-of-age ceremony in a grand manner. He wanted to kill the most powerful totem beast and give it to his father as a gift.
"His father, the chief, who was known for his brutality, also sent a large number of people to escort him.
"Such an elite team naturally needed the best guide.
"Old Bearskin, his wife, and their child, a family of three, were recruited by the hunting team and came to the depths of the forest that was surrounded by clouds and mist.
"Unfortunately, the sky was not on their side. On the day they entered the mountain, the sky seemed to have been pierced by the horn of a giant beast, and it rained heavily day and night.
"The torrential rain triggered the mountain torrent, making the forest, which is usually filled with danger, even more unpredictable and violent than before.
"Even in the hunting team, many people were washed away by the flash flood. The remaining clan warriors, after going around in circles for ten days to half a month, were also exhausted and in an extremely bad state.
"At this time, the storm still did not show any signs of stopping. Between the dark clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared, making it impossible to tell whether it was day or night. The temper of the clan warriors and their totem power became extremely unstable, to the extent that when someone drew his saber, there would be lightning striking near him.
"Logically speaking, such bad weather was not suitable for hunting at all. The safest arrangement was to withdraw from the forest and wait until the rain was over and the clouds dispersed before regrouping.
"Old Bearskin made the same suggestion to the chief's son.
"He told the chief's son that in the depths of the forest, the heavy rain, lightning, and thunder would greatly stimulate the ferocity of the totem beasts, causing the totem beasts to be several times more dangerous than usual.
"Their team, which was originally well-equipped and well-equipped, was also scattered and scattered because of the mountain torrent.
"Right now, everyone was tired, and it was really not suitable for them to advance rashly. Otherwise, the roles of 'hunter' and 'prey' could change at any time, and there was even a possibility that the whole team would be wiped out.
"Logically speaking, this was the experience of a senior hunter.
"However, the response he received was a merciless whip.
"The chief's son had been thinking of showing off during the coming-of-age ceremony, and had been wandering in the deep forest for ten days to half a month. How could he be willing to return without accomplishing anything and become a joke in the family?
"The chief's son angrily rebuked Old Bearskin for being a lowly person who was as timid as a mouse. He did not even have the courage of a Tulan warrior.
"The more timid Old Bearskin was, the more the chief's son wanted to cultivate his courage. Hence, he forced the family of three to walk at the front of the team, and they had to find the totem beast's nest no matter what.
"In the end, after spending another three days and three nights, they did indeed find the totem beast's nest.
"However, the totem beast had been trapped in the storm for more than half a month, and the thunder and lightning had stimulated the totem power in its body. Just as Old Bearskin had guessed, its ferocity and combat power had increased by a few times compared to usual.
"This exhausted and disorganized hunting team was no match for the totem beast that had gone berserk. Soon, they were killed until they threw away their helmets and armor, and were in a complete mess.
"Before they saw the totem beast, the chief's son, who was arrogant, arrogant, and talked about 'bravery', 'courage', and 'glory', was now so scared that he peed his pants. He led the few clan warriors and ran towards the foot of the mountain without looking back.
"They ran away, but Old Bearskin's family of three couldn't. His wife and son were killed by the totem beasts one after another. Even he himself had his face torn apart, and half of his skull was almost blown off.
"When Old Bearskin was woken up by the pain, he realized that he was deep in a swamp. The mud had already covered his shoulders, and it was about to reach his nose and mouth.
"Fortunately, he was not discovered by the totem beast, and luckily escaped.
"After struggling to get out of the swamp, Old Bearskin wandered around for a long time, but he only found the remains of his wife and son.
"Old Bearskin was filled with grief and indignation.
"Although being a guide and a hunter was an extremely dangerous job, on the day they entered the mountain, they were already prepared to die at any time.
"But it was clearly a disaster that could have been avoided, but because of the stubbornness of the chief's son, his family died.
"But the chief's son, who caused this disaster, who was always talking about 'glory' and 'courage', left them behind and was the first to escape!
"Old Bearskin was furious, and he was determined to take revenge.
"He knew that in such bad weather, without the help of a guide, it would be difficult for the chief's son to escape the forest.
"So, he endured the pain of being covered in cuts and bruises, and tracked the traces left behind by the chief's son in the forest when he escaped.
"I don't know how much suffering I've suffered along the way, and how many times I've been so exhausted that I wanted to close my eyes and sleep forever.
"But every time there was lightning and thunder, the phantom of his wife and son would appear in front of him, injecting new strength into his body.
"Finally, after three days and three nights, Old Bearskin found his enemy in a cave in the depths of a mountain.
"Old Bearskin knew that with his own strength, it was impossible for him to defeat the chief's son and the clan warriors who protected him.
"Under the stimulation of anger and despair, Old Bearskin chose to imitate the sound of the totem beast's courtship. He let out the most shrill cry in the wilderness, attracting the ferocious totem beast to him. Then, he led the totem beast into the cave where the chief's son was hiding.
"As expected, the starving totem beast showed its might in the cave, killing the frightened and dispirited son of the chief and the others.
"Old Bearskin thought that he would not be able to escape the disaster, and that he would soon be reunited with his wife and son.
"He didn't expect that fate would play a big joke on him again. Just when the totem beast killed the chief's son and the other clan warriors, a mountain torrent broke out and rushed into the mountain, destroying the cave and carrying the old bearskin down the mountain.
"He hugged a half-eaten tree and drifted with the torrent. When the sky cleared after the rain, he realized that he had miraculously survived, and was even saved by someone. He was brought to a warm and sturdy camp made up of rat warriors — that was our Big Horn army's camp!
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