As expected, when the captives set off again and passed by the forging workshop, granary, and half-built barracks, there were overseers who came forward and pointed at the crowd, choosing the slave workers they liked.
The captive warriors, on the other hand, were bargaining with the overseers.
They pried open the captives' mouths and let the overseers see how sharp and beautiful the captives' teeth were.
They then kneaded the captives' bones forcefully, making the captives' bones crackle. The captives grimaced in pain to prove how healthy and strong the captives were, so that they could ask the overseers for a few more bone coins made from the bones of totem beasts.
However, the strongest or the most agile captives were not for sale.
The warriors directly put a bag woven from Datura leaves on the heads of these captives, indicating that they were not for sale.
Soon, seven of Ye's team members were picked away by the forging workshop and the construction site.
Ye heard the soft sigh of his companions behind him, and knew that his companions who were picked away were doomed.
In the glorious era of glory, they were destined to use their own corpses to build the glorious journey of the clan masters to the Temple of the Ancestral Spirits.
The bull-headed warrior with broken horns carried a bag woven from Datura leaves and walked over with a smile.
Ye's heart was thumping.
As expected, the bull-headed warrior put the bag on his head.
Ye's vision turned dark, and the last thing he saw was the bull-headed warrior with broken horns, who was full of encouragement.
The bull-headed warrior even patted his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Do your best, live on, I am very difficult to kill."
Ye was dizzy, and entered Black Corner City under the guidance of others.
He could not see anything, and could only listen with his ears and smell with his nose.
He heard the warriors snorting like thunder, heard the ear-piercing roars of hammers and anvils, heard the tens of thousands of Turan warriors who were training, and heard their burly bodies that weighed tons colliding with each other, causing a tempestuous wave of cheers.
He smelled the strong stench of blood, the foul stench of sweat, the stench of urine from freshly baked weapons, and the smell of deep-fried Mandala Fruit Strips that crawled into his nostrils like a python.
Black Corner City's Fried Datura Fruit Strips seemed to have been added with seven or eight different totem beast oils and even more spices, the smell was extremely thick.
When he sucked it into his stomach, it was as if someone had punched him hard in the stomach.
However, the fried mandala fruit strips made by his mother were still the best.
He missed his mother.
Leaf heard her own weak sobs.
He felt a salty liquid slipping past the corner of his mouth.
Fortunately, he was surrounded by a deafening roar, and his head was covered by the datura leaves.
No one noticed that he was crying.
Otherwise, such weak rat citizens would definitely be immediately thrown out of Black Corner City by the enraged lords, into the bloody mouths of the totem beasts.
After walking for an unknown period of time in the maze-like Black Horn City, Shi Feng had no idea how long he had been walking.
The Blood Hoof Warrior in front of him used his Sheep Horn Spear to poke Leaf's chest lightly, ordering him to stand still.
Leaves hurriedly took a deep breath and shook her head hard to get rid of the tears on her face.
Someone had used a dagger to cut the rope that was deeply embedded in his wrist.
He violently tore off the Datura leaves on his head.
The midday sun was extremely piercing.
Leaves' eyes were stinging, and he felt dizzy for a while before the scene in front of him stabilized and became clear.
The companions that he had been tied up with during the long journey had all disappeared.
The captives that could last until here were all the tallest, most cunning and most savage rat citizens.
Other than Leaves, many of them had crisscrossing scars on their bodies, their palms and tails were covered in thick calluses, showing signs of being well-versed in using weapons.
Their aura was also different from normal rat citizens.
They were rather similar to the Blood Hoof Warriors.
That was … … the aura of a predator.
And in front of them was a tall and majestic building that was dazzling in gold and jade, like a palace.
Layers upon layers of arches supported the curved outer walls that were as tall as a ten-story house. It was pitch black like an indestructible fortress.
Below each arch hung a skull of a ferocious and ferocious totem beast that was naturally branded with totem patterns.
Hundreds and thousands of arches, there were hundreds and thousands of skulls.
They used their black eye sockets to stare at the bewildered rat citizens. They were like giant wind chimes, letting out rattling sounds.
And in the center of the building, under the largest arch, there was a giant skull that was completely scarlet. It had seven large horns on the top of its skull, and its totem was exceptionally gorgeous, as if it was eternally burning with flames.
Leaves' eyes widened when he saw this giant, blood-colored skull.
Even a young rat man living in a remote and desolate place knew what this symbolic skull represented.
Blood Skull Arena!
It was one of the largest, highest-class, cruelest, and most glorious sacred grounds in Black Horn City!
In the lives of the Turanians, there were only two things that were most important.
Fighting and gambling.
The Colosseum had perfectly combined the two together.
It became the land of heroes that the Turanians' warriors flocked to.
Even the rat citizens, who made a living by farming and gathering, would take turns to hold arena competitions between Half Mountain Village and the surrounding villages.
Every arena competition was the grandest festival for the rat citizens.
The warriors of the clan, who had the blood of battle flowing in their veins, treated the arena as the best burial ground during the prosperous era between wars.
There were at least a hundred arenas of various sizes in Black Horn City.
The Blood Skull Arena could definitely be ranked in the top ten.
Countless heroes of the Blood Hoof Clan, warriors whose war songs had sung for hundreds of years, had fought their way out from under this giant, blood-colored skull.
Leaves and his brother had heard of the legends of the Blood Skull Arena since they were young.
In their countless dreams, they had imagined themselves gloriously reaching the top of the Blood Skull Arena, purifying the impure blood, obtaining totem power, and becoming a Turanian warrior that was the center of attention.
After obtaining the mysterious mural in the cave within the cave, the two brothers had awakened to a mysterious "ability."
For a few years, their dreams had seemed within reach.
Unexpectedly, their brother had still died.
On the contrary, their "ability" was even weaker than their brother's, and they were unable to control themselves. They had truly stood here, in front of the giant, blood-colored skull.
All of Ye's hot blood had turned into fuel.
The flames of vengeance that had been incomparably dim lit up once again.
The stories that their father had told the two brothers when he was still alive rang in their ears.
In the arena, they fought their way out with their bare fists.
From a slave to a general, and even from a slave to the king of the clan.
"Brother, do you see this? This is the Blood Skull Arena.
"I swear, I swear to you, mom, dad, and all the ancestral spirits that I will survive in the Blood Skull Arena. I will survive and become stronger. I will become very, very strong. In the end, I will take revenge for all of you and the entire village!"
The young man's eyes became extremely determined.
But in the next breath, the determined gaze was shattered by the earth-shattering roar that came from the Blood Skull Arena.
— — It was like a hard crystal being smashed by a hammer that was a hundred times harder.
"This is … the roar of the Golden Howler!"
Leaves' face was pale, he couldn't believe it.
The Golden Howler was an extremely ferocious totem beast.
On its bones, there were three different totems.
This meant that it could change into three different forms, and possess different but equally deadly killing techniques.
The rat people were separated by three to five mountains. When they heard the roar of the Golden Howler, they could only find a crack in the ground to hide in and pray that the Golden Howler had already filled its stomach and looked down on their dirty, rotten flesh.
In the past, there was even a tragedy where the entire rat people village was slaughtered by a Golden Howler cub.
Unexpectedly, in the Blood Skull Arena, the gladiators were going to fight with the Golden Howler.
Even more unexpectedly, in the span of three to five breaths, the majestic roar of the Golden Howler turned into a heart-wrenching scream.
Very quickly, there was a crisp sound of bones cracking that could even be heard outside the arena. Then, there was complete silence.
"Ice Storm! The invincible Snow Leopard Warrior! The Ice Queen who won ninety-nine battles in a row! The Golden Howler is no match for her! The ice flame that froze everything, the sharp claws that tore everything! Who dares to challenge? Who dares to challenge! "
Excited cheers could be heard coming from the arena.
There was also a tsunami of cheers.
But no matter how loud the cheers were, they could not withstand the bone-chilling coldness. They were swept away by the storm-like killing intent and spread out of the arena.
All the rat people felt their hearts freeze, and they trembled.
"This is … the strength of an ace gladiator?"
Ye felt that his arrogant courage was once again smashed by the cruel reality.
His hope for revenge was like a faint spark, and he was once again on the verge of death.
But he had no other choice.
He could only be whipped and stabbed by the Blood Hoof Warriors together with the other captives. He was chased into a tunnel that led downwards and was as steep as a vertical well.
The tunnel went deep into the dungeon.
There were cages on both sides.
Many of the cages contained hideous, ferocious, and violent totem beasts.
Chewed bones were piled up around the totem beasts and in the corners of the cages.
The bones of the rat people.
More cages were filled up by the rat people.
The deeper they went underground, the dirtier the air, the more humid the ground, and the more rat people there were in the cages. The environment was getting worse.
Ye and the others were chased into the deepest part of the dungeon.
The stench of blood almost condensed in the air.
The dirty water was above the rat people's knees.
There were hundreds of rat people in each cage.
They had been soaked in the darkness for too long. They were stimulated by the dirty water and the stench. Their bloodshot eyes shone with a light of hunger that Ye had never seen in the prosperous era.
The bloodstained door of the cage opened with a creak.
Ye was stabbed in the waist, and he was thrown into the deepest part of the dungeon.
The rat people who were originally locked inside immediately surrounded him with bloodshot eyes.
The ferocious light in their eyes intensified.
They swallowed their saliva and rubbed their teeth hard. They even reached out their bony claws and touched Ye's body.
Ye was so scared that he covered his head and scurried away. He crawled under the feet of the red-eyed rat people.
The red-eyed rat people laughed loudly, as if they had found the best entertainment in the world. They could vent their despair and fear to their heart's content.
"Mother …"
Ye fell into the cold dirty water, and his mouth was filled with the stench of blood.
When he looked up, he saw through the rusty iron bars. At the top of the tunnel that looked like a vertical well, far away, there was only light the size of a pinhole.
He could not see any hope of revenge.
He could not see any hope of survival.
He could not see any trace of it.
The young man who had held on for so long was finally on the verge of collapse.
"Mother, save me!
"Tell me how I can survive, how I can become stronger, how I can avenge you, my brother, and everyone else!
"Give me a little hope, my dear mother!"
He wailed in his heart.
But he also felt strange.
The ferocious red-eyed rat people did not press forward.
Instead, they formed a circle that was neither too far nor too close, leaving him a very spacious space in the corner.
It was as if there was an invisible barrier blocking them.
It was also as if they were anticipating and afraid of something, something … that was lurking behind Ye.
Ye felt a chill run down his spine.
But he still gathered his courage, turned his head stiffly, and glanced around.
He discovered that in the corner behind him, knee-deep in the dirty water, there was a half-dead rat person curled up.
After blinking for a long time, Ye adapted to the dim light in the deepest part of the dungeon and saw the other person's appearance clearly.
He immediately sucked in a cold breath.
'Oh my ancestral spirits, what kind of ugly rat person is this?'
His hair and eyes were actually black!
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