"Fury of Lava", a three-headed bull demon totem that looked like it was made of magma, immediately awed the audience.
The tens of thousands of spectators felt that they were enveloped in magma.
If they dared to make any noise, the magma would pour into their stomachs along their throats before it spurted out of every hole on their bodies.
Although they did not get to enjoy the battle of the two ace gladiators, they were satisfied.
But they were satisfied to see the king of the taurens, one of the founders of Black Horn City, the owner of the Blood Skull Arena, and a member of the Bloody Hoof Tribe summon the iconic totem.
A minor riot was resolved just like that.
The spectators, who were enjoying themselves, looked forward to the next battle that was even more thrilling.
But not everybody was satisfied with the result.
Returning to the resting area, Hailstorm was still furious.
Although she had retracted her totem armor, the Mithril Ripper, when she walked through the long pathway, the temperature in the pathway still dropped below zero.
A thick layer of frost was formed from the wall to the floor. The ice crystals in the corners were growing at a visible speed like bacteria.
Even the gladiators who were warming up in the pathway felt the coldness. They did not dare to look at her eyes that were as sharp as icicles.
Arriving at the entrance of the luxurious resting room that belonged to the ace gladiators, Hailstorm did not wait for the shivering servants to open the door. She raised her hand and shot out a stream of ice mist, freezing the entire door into a block of ice. Then, she raised her foot and kicked the door into pieces.
The servants of the rats covered their heads and fled.
Casava, who had been following the ice storm closely, was expressionless. His eyes were profound as he waved his hand to dismiss the servants, servant soldiers, and other gladiators. Then, he walked into the lounge that had already turned into an ice cave unhurriedly.
"I can win!"
Hailstorm turned around and glared at Casa.
The white female leopard straightened her tail, and her fur that looked like silver needles all stood up. She shrieked, "If you hadn't interfered, I would have cut Wildhammer's throat, cut his tendons, torn open his stomach, drained his blood, and frozen his internal organs into blocks of ice!"
Hailstorm's roars were like a cold wind mixed with icicles.
But Casa's eyelids did not tremble in the slightest.
He stared at the ice storm without a word.
By the standards of the Tauren, Casava was a very handsome man.
After liquefying the totem armor back into his body, the shape of his skull was not particularly like that of a bison, and his facial features were more similar to that of a human.
Even though he had a shiny and domineering horn protector on his horns and a huge nose ring on his nose, he still looked too delicate compared to most Taurens.
Whether it was "handsome" or "delicate", it was not a good word coming from the Tauren's mouth.
When Casava was young, there had been many people who had mocked him and snorted disdainfully at him.
In the end, these people all died.
In fact, from the name "Casava Bloodhoof", one could tell just how dangerous this seemingly handsome man was.
In the Turan language, the word 'Sava' meant 'Giant Axe'.
It was obvious that for the Turanians, who worshipped bravery but had a poor vocabulary, 'Giant Axe' was a common name.
The clan warriors named "Sava" were as numerous as the hair on a cow, just like the young Rat Man named "Leaf".
As for "Ka", it had the meaning of "killing".
"Casava" meant — "I am 'Giant Axe', and I don't like other people being called 'Giant Axe'. There can only be one 'Giant Axe' in Black Horn City. If other 'Giant Axes' dare to walk in front of me, they must be careful and be killed by me!"
And these 'Giant Axes' were always so careless.
There were hundreds and thousands of roads in Black Horn City, but they always liked to walk in front of the 'Giant Axe' of the Bloodhoof Clan. As a result, Casava had to take action time and time again to break these 'Giant Axes' that only looked impressive and would bring shame to the name 'Sava'.
Every time he killed a 'Sava', he had the right to add the word 'Ka' in front of his name.
Therefore, his full name should be "Kakakakaksa Sava".
However, as his infamy spread throughout the entire Black Horn City, no Bloodhoof Warrior dared to call himself "Sava" anymore.
He also did not have to keep his long full name on his lips all day.
He only needed to shorten it to intimidate everyone.
Even the clan warriors named "Giant Blade, Giant Sword, Giant Hammer, Sharp Axe, Iron Axe, Giant Axe" were so scared that their scalps tingled. They wondered if they should change their names.
As for "Bloodhoof", it was both the name of the clan and the surname of the clan.
Just like the names of the warriors, the military nobles of the Turan civilization all had power and were rather keen on creating or seizing the surnames of the clan.
"Bloodhoof" was the surname that all the Turan warriors with hooves liked very much.
They liked this surname to the point that it was the greatest glory of the clan.
However, tauren, elephant people, boar people, centaurs, reindeer people, antelope people … There were all kinds of strange and varied names. Among the dozens of races and hundreds of families, only one member of a family could have the surname "Bloodhoof" behind his name.
That was the strongest family.
If the other families were strong and could completely defeat or even destroy the Bloodhoof Clan, they would naturally be able to seize this glorious surname and become the new Bloodhoof Clan.
However, the current Bloodhoof Clan had ruled all the Turan warriors with hooves for a total of three hundred years.
In the past three hundred years, countless families had challenged them.
Then, they turned into smashed corpses and broken bones to water the flourishing mandala trees.
Therefore, facing this extremely dangerous man's extremely deep gaze, even Hailstorm, who had not yet calmed down, swallowed a mouthful of saliva that had frozen into ice cores with difficulty and stopped his meaningless venting.
"I believe that you can defeat Wildhammer. After all, you are the trump card that I admire the most."
Only when Hailstorm lowered his head and did not dare to look directly into his magma-like eyes did Casava say unhurriedly, "However, such a victory is meaningless. What we are choosing now is not an ace gladiator who can fight against a hundred people alone, but a general who can command thousands of troops and form a torrent of destruction that devours all enemies.
"You are not suitable to command an army, Hailstorm.
"I believe that you know this better than anyone else.
"In the beginning, you commanded a thousand people. Then, you commanded five hundred people. Now, you are commanding a hundred people. You have already lost three battles in a row.
"Even if you managed to turn the tables with your individual strength, what's the point? Is this enough to prove that you have the qualifications to be a general? "
Hailstorm clenched her teeth and was speechless.
Anger, shame, guilt, vexation … All sorts of emotions surged in her body, causing her body, which was like an ice sculpture, to tremble violently.
"I don't understand. Why are you so obsessed with becoming a general?"
Seeing that she was speechless, Casava placed his hand on her shoulder and used the heat from his palm to slowly melt the coldness on her shoulder. He then lowered his voice and said, "The ancestral spirits have very generously bestowed you with absolute strength and a sacred totem. So what if you are not good at commanding an army?
"There is more than one path for the Turan warriors to obtain glory. The heroes who were able to shine in the Five Clans Battle Royale and turn the Land of Holy Light upside down with their own strength are commemorated and respected by all Turan people.
"You should seriously consider my suggestion.
"Give up on what you are not good at.
"I'll host the Blood Bestowal Ceremony for you, allowing our bloodlines to fuse together. You'll officially join the 'Bloodhoof Clan' and become my assistant. You'll be the most outstanding vanguard and the strongest general in my army.
"I promise you.
"In this Five Clans Battle Royale, the Bloodhoof Tribe will definitely defeat the Golden Clan and become the main force of the Glory Era.
"As for my father, he will definitely become the War Chief and command the largest army that has never appeared in Turanze before.
"Join the Bloodhoof Tribe and become my assistant. You will have many opportunities to take revenge on the Golden Clan and those who once insulted you and wanted to kill you. You will also have many opportunities to participate in the most tragic battles. You will break through the strongest city walls, destroy the largest fortresses, and plunder the most glorious cities. Let your name and footprints be forever imprinted in the so-called Land Illuminated by Holy Light Eternally!"
The Minotaur's scalding palms caused the muscles on the leopard's shoulders to turn slightly red.
But soon, the muscles that had been softened by the heat were armed with sharp icicles and hardened again.
"No, there's something wrong with these matches. There were too many people in the first few matches, so I didn't notice it. But in this match, there are only a hundred soldiers on both sides. I can clearly sense it!"
Hailstorm took half a step back and stared at Casava as he said, "Wildhammer's soldiers and I came from the same dungeon. We have rested for the same amount of days and eaten the same amount of food. Why is it that Wildhammer's soldiers are so much stronger than mine?
"Even if the content of our training is slightly different, we have only trained for a short ten days. Our strength and speed shouldn't be that different.
"In the arena, I saw two soldiers clashing against each other without any technique. Most of the people who were sent flying were my soldiers.
"If they used their weapons to block each other, the ones who were sent flying were usually my soldiers.
"When my soldiers had their arms chopped off or their stomachs pierced by spears, they would usually hold their wounds and scream.
"But Wildhammer's soldiers could still grit their teeth and fight even if their intestines were spilling out.
"This isn't normal!
"Could it be that Wildhammer has mastered magic from the Land of Holy Light? Or did some priest give him some amazing sorcery? How could he train a bunch of cowardly rats into warriors who are unafraid of death in just ten days?"
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