And the prerequisite to finding the truth was power.
Meng Chao thought about it for a while and asked, "Leaf, do you know how to get a totem armor?"
The teenager had been a captive for a few days and was tied up with rat people from different villages.
Many of the rat people had the habit of migrating and wandering, so they were filled with folktales and rumors.
He managed to learn a lot about clans and totems.
He told Meng Chao that if he had the blood of the strongest of the five clans flowing in his body, his family would have an ancient legacy.
Then, once he went through the coming of age ceremony and snatched his own name, he would be given a totem by his family.
Most of these totems came from the powerful fighters who had passed away in the family. They had hundreds or even thousands of years of history, and they were incredibly powerful.
"Wait, so the user and the totem can be separated?"
Meng Chao thought about it and asked, "This means that if someone has a totem implanted in their body and they unfortunately die in battle, the totem might not die with their master. It can still be given to another warrior in perfect condition?"
"Of course," Leaf said.
Leaf said, "Warriors are born like the rising tide and die like the falling tide, but the totem will never perish. At most, it can be transferred and dispersed among different warriors in different forms.
"Many of the noble families in Turan have ancient totems that have thousands of years of history in their homes.
"In fact, I heard that there are ancient totems that have existed for a long time in the depths of Turan's Sacred Mountain. They're so old that they existed before the people of Turan were born!
"Besides, the older the totem is and the more warriors it has been implanted in, the stronger it is, because when each warrior dies in battle, their courage and spirit will fuse into the totem and become a part of the totem armor.
"There are two sets of totem armor that are the same. One of them has been worn by dozens of fearless warriors. They have been nourished with their blood and spirit for decades and more than one hundred years. This totem armor is naturally much stronger than the other!"
"I see …"
Meng Chao felt that a totem that could absorb its master's courage and blood was similar to the heroic spirit users in Dragon City's cultivation system.
"The children of the noble families are born with the opportunity to receive the blessings and gifts from their ancestors. What about the ordinary warriors of Tulan?"
Meng Chao said. "I know that there have been nearly one million or even more Turan warriors surging to Black Corner City from the towns, villages, and settlements everywhere. It's impossible for all of them to have amazing legacies, right?"
"In that case, I can only try my luck in the dueling ring."
Ye told Meng Chao that the coliseum was not just a place for entertainment and gambling. It was also the most important military facility in the Turan civilization.
In the past ten years, the Turan civilization had experienced the longest and dullest era of prosperity in its history.
Although the bloodthirsty and warlike Turanians wouldn't be able to store all their weapons, the scale and intensity of the war would undoubtedly be ten times smaller than the previous Glory Era.
At most, there would be some superficial friction between the clans, and the number of casualties was less than thirty to fifty thousand. It was just a game of leisure and entertainment, not a real war at all.
Although many professional warriors and military aristocratic families had a perfect war education system, which could mold the new generation of clan masters into excellent war machines, there was no such thing as a perfect war machine.
But armchair strategists were not as exciting and effective as fighting with real weapons.
It had to be known that the Turan civilization was about to welcome the largest Glory Era in its history.
What was about to start was not a war involving tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of people.
Instead, it was a war that would squeeze out every last drop of blood from Turan Lake. It was an epic war that would mobilize at least ten million soldiers.
How were they supposed to organize such a grand war? How were they supposed to mobilize the soldiers? How were they supposed to set up a command system and honor system? How were they supposed to determine the hierarchy and ensure that the subordinates would obey their superiors? How were they supposed to ensure trust and cooperation between different clans?
These were all huge problems.
The Turan people's civilization development index might not be high.
But they were definitely not barbarians with brawns and no brains.
The word "superior" in the so-called "superior Beastmen" referred to their professionalism and rationality in the field of military science and war arts that surpassed the level of civilization.
The "Glory Gladiator Tournament" was an indispensable part of the preparations for battle.
Warriors who came from everywhere and had different bloodlines flowing in their veins were all wild and unruly. No one would submit to anyone.
It was simple. They would go to the arena and fight to their heart's content. Whoever had the bigger fist would have the right to speak loudly!
If they were not convinced by the other party's art of command, they would think that having a bigger fist only meant that one's individual combat power was strong, but it did not mean that they could definitely command an army of thousands?
It was easy. Both sides would each pick a hundred untrained rat men from the dungeon. After three to five days of intensive training, they would fight until one side was completely wiped out.
It would be obvious who was more qualified to be the general.
If they had any whimsical new tactics or strange new weapons, but they did not have any background or channels, no one would recognize them.
This was even easier. Although the Turan people were crude, they would not bury any talent or tactics. They would drag them all to the arena.
In any case, there were plenty of rat men who were suitable as cannon fodder. As long as they could test the power of the new tactics or weapons, it would be worth it even if a thousand or eight hundred rat men died.
If the new tactics or weapons were really effective, they would have the chance to represent a certain arena and fight against other arenas.
As long as one could defeat three to five arenas in a row, the new battle tactic or weapon would have a chance to spread to the entire clan or even all the clans in Turanze. Of course, the inventor would also enjoy the gratitude, adoration, and praise of all the people in Turanze. The battle tactic or weapon might even be named after the inventor, and his name would be passed down for thousands of years through touching war poems!
By the same logic, a nameless boy from a remote village with no background, no resources, and no fame wanted to join the noblest military nobles of the five great clans? He still had a chance!
As long as they shone brilliantly in the arena and used dozens of consecutive victories to prove their absolute strength, the military nobles that had been passed down for thousands of years and had produced hundreds of priests, chieftains, high priests, and even war chieftains would open their arms and welcome new blood to join them.
At that time, the military nobles would not only bestow their ancient and glorious bloodline to this lucky boy, they would also very generously bestow an incomparably powerful totemic armor!
Of course, compared to these two methods, there was an even simpler and cruder way to obtain the totemic armor.
If the enemy was a totemic warrior, all he had to do was defeat him, steal his totem, and implant it into his own body.
According to the rules of the past era of glory.
Before they formed an indestructible army and charged majestically towards the "Land Eternally Illuminated by the Holy Light" in the north.
As usual, the five great clans would have to fight a civil war to determine which clan would be the main force in this war of glory. Among the five chiefs, only one was qualified to raise the supreme Turan flag and be crowned as the "war chief", commanding all the warriors in Turan.
On the ever-changing battlefield, there would always be hundreds of times more unexpected factors than in the arena.
If one did not have absolute strength, it would be very difficult to win dozens of consecutive battles in the arena and win the favor of the military nobles.
But on the battlefield, the two totemic warriors would be exhausted and both of them would be injured, but the nameless rat would take advantage of them. This kind of thing might happen. At least, the wishful thinking of the rat people would hope that it would happen.
The competition between the five great clans was about to begin.
At that time, even the cannon fodder would have the chance to become a real warrior or even a hero.
Of course, the prerequisite was that they had to crawl out of this place and survive in the arena. Only then would they have the right to be cannon fodder on the battlefield.
"Lord Harvester, do you want a totem?" Leaf asked cautiously.
Meng Chao thought, 'One totem won't be enough. Give me three to five totem first to whet my appetite!'
He retorted, "Don't you want one?"
"Of course I want one, but we are rat people." Ye lowered his head sadly.
"What's wrong with rat people?"
Meng Chao asked. "Rat people have fewer mouths than the masters of the clans?"
Ye was stunned for a moment before he said, "Rat people's bodies are too weak. They might not be able to withstand the stimulation of the totem's power. They will be devoured by the totem."
"Totem devoured?"
Meng Chao was slightly stunned. "What the hell is that?"
"That's right. I heard that totems feed on their masters' flesh, blood, and courage. Usually, only the masters of the clans with strong bodies and fearless courage can withstand the totem's consumption," Ye said seriously.
"They are clearly weak and cowardly, but if they forcefully implant totems into them, not only will they not be able to control the totem's power, they might even be devoured by the totem. Their flesh and blood will be sucked dry, and they will die a horrible death.
"Of course, it's not just the rat people who have this problem. Even the powerful warriors of the clans will suffer a backlash if they are heavily injured, their strength will plummet, or if they are too greedy and implant too many totems into them, making them far more than what they can bear. They might be devoured by the blood-stained totems and turn into skeletons!
"So, if the rat people want to become totem warriors, the first thing they must do is to obtain the masters' admiration and permission. Then, through the Blood Bestowal Ceremony, they must exchange their lowly, dirty blood for the glorious blood of the masters.
"Also, they must be cautious and know their place. If they can obtain the lowest-grade totems from the masters, they are already incredibly lucky. Don't even think about obtaining more and stronger totems!"
Ye saw the brilliant light in Meng Chao's eyes, and he was shocked, so he instinctively added the last sentence.
He was really worried about Meng Chao.
To the teenager, the harvester was definitely not a normal rat person. In the upcoming battle of glory, he would definitely have the chance to shine and stand out.
But no matter how extraordinary a rat person was, he was still a rat person.
Obtaining the blood, name, and totem from a glorious clan and becoming the most loyal warrior of the clan or even the most trusted servant of a powerful person was a rat person's greatest pursuit and pride!
But why was the harvester's gaze so sharp and so profound? It was as if it could contain all of Turanze.
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