"Looking down on any opponent will not make you braver. It will only make you look more foolish," Casava said without batting an eyelid.
"Although Wildhammer is not a general who is both brave and wise, his courage can indeed motivate his soldiers to be a hundred times more courageous than they used to be.
"No, this kind of courage is far beyond what 'mental motivation' can explain!"
Hailstorm persisted. "Even if the soldiers under his command could grit their teeth and persevere with their courage, what would happen when both of us summoned our totem armor?
"When two totem warriors collided, the flames of battle would be enough to scare even the most daring rat folk to death.
"Even the rat folk who were beating the drums at the side of the arena were so scared that they covered their heads and scurried away.
"You must know that the rat folk who were beating the drums had all participated in several gladiator fights. Because they were heavily injured and disabled, they could no longer participate in the battle. That's why they were qualified to cheer.
"Even those seasoned wounded soldiers cannot withstand the might of the totem armor. The new soldiers under Wildhammer's command, who have been trained for half a month at best, cannot have withstood our might and stood on the arena if they hadn't taken secret drugs or been manipulated by witchcraft!"
Casava did not expect Hailstorm to be so observant.
He frowned slightly and did not say anything.
Hailstorm obtained the answer from his expression. He widened his eyes and said in disbelief, "Wildhammer's soldiers really took the secret medicine! I'm afraid that they received even more food than my soldiers! No wonder they are so strong and fearless of pain!
"This is not fair! This is not a true battle of honor. It's just a dirty trick! Casava, why are you doing this?! "
"You know the answer."
Casava quickly regained his composure and said coldly, "Wildhammer is from the Bloodhoof Clan, a native of Blackhorn City. You are from the Golden Clan, and the blood of the Snow Leopard Clan flows in your veins. You are an outsider."
"I see."
Ice Storm gnashed his teeth. "For the first time, I've learned that the so-called 'warriors' of the Bloody Hoof Clan are all as cowardly as mice. As locals, they are so scared of the outsiders that they don't even dare to have a fair match. They can only steal a dirty victory through shameless tricks!"
"No, the Blood Hoof Clan is not afraid of or discriminated against any outsider. The Gold Clan, the Thunder Clan, the Dark Moon Clan, the Divine Wood Clan, or other small clans are all the same in our eyes. Right now, in Black Horn City and the Blood Hoof Army, there are leopardmen, tigermen, lion-men, lizardmen, crocodile-men, eagle-men, tree-men … Many outsiders have become the honored guests of the big families. As long as they are capable, they can command the whole battle gang or even battle group just like the native experts!"
"After all, we were originally one.
"A long time ago, the ancestors of the Turan people came to this land on a big fireball. The explosion of the big fireball created the hardest five-colored diamond. Those are the five clans.
"Then, dozens of equally hard stones were shot out. Those are dozens of small and medium-sized clans.
"There was also a large amount of mud. There were countless bugs and rats in the mud. Those are the rat people.
"The five clans have the same glorious bloodline. They are qualified to be the best comrades and opponents.
"However, there is one thing I can't understand. Why are you not willing to accept the 'Blood Bestowal Ritual' and officially join the Blood Hoof Clan?"
Ice Storm's aura that had just risen instantly dropped again.
It was as if he had something that he could not say. He wanted to say it but stopped.
"Black Horn City has taken in many experts from outside the Blood Hoof Clan. In the Blood Skull Arena, there are many bearmen, tigermen, eagle-men among your friends … But they all accepted the 'Blood Bestowal Ritual' and used the blood of the experts of the Blood Hoof Clan to replace the blood of the old clans. They said that they would cut off all relations with the old clans and step on a new path as' Blood Hoof Warriors'. Because of this, they obtained the absolute trust and support of the Blood Hoof Clan."
Casava stared at Ice Storm and said, "But what about you? Why are you not willing to accept the blood of any Blood Hoof Clan expert and are not willing to officially join the Blood Hoof Clan?
"Is it because the treatment I have given you is not good enough? Or do you think that no Blood Hoof Clan expert is qualified to become your 'Blood Bearer'?
"You should know that when you first came to Black Horn City, you were heavily injured and had nothing. Even your totemic armor, the 'Ripper', was in tatters and riddled with holes.
"I saved you.
"I poured a large amount of resources into you and fed you the fattest totemic beast meat without caring about the cost. I made you into the trump card of the Blood Skull Arena.
"I was the one who used up three totems for your 'Ripper' to devour. Only then was it repaired and upgraded to the even stronger 'Mithril Ripper'!
"Could it be that the blood flowing in your veins is dark red ice, causing you to have no normal emotions? That is why you are unmoved by everything I have done?
"If that is not the case, I can only doubt your loyalty.
"I suspect that although you claim that you've betrayed your family and clan, you'll still be soft-hearted and hesitant when you're in the battlefield where the five races are competing against each other and see the army and experts of the Golden Clan.
"Let me ask you, under such circumstances, how can I trust you to command an independent Bloody Hoof Gang or even a legion?"
"It is up to you whether you believe me or not!"
Ice Storm seemed to be angered by Casava's attitude. He clenched his teeth and said, "I will stand on the side of the Blood Hoof Clan and tear apart all my opponents, no matter if it is the Golden Clan, the Turan people, the barbarians who worship the Holy Light, the sneaky elves in the forest, the dwarves underground, or even the giants in the frozen land and the demons in the abyssal chasm!
"However, I am not willing to join any family.
"I am free. I am only willing to fight for myself. If I have to fight for a family, I will create my own family with my own hands!"
"Create … your own family?"
Casa laughed. "I admire your courage, but courage has to be watered with blood and even life. Since you've chosen the most difficult path, don't complain about why I didn't provide you with any additional help."
"Even so, I will use my own hands to obtain what I want!"
Ice Storm said without giving in. "I still have one last chance!"
"That's right, the last time," Casava said.
"You have lost the hundred-man team battle. Now, you still have a chance to train and command thirty ratfolk servant soldiers. As long as you can counterattack, you still have hope to command another hundred, three hundred, or even a thousand ratfolk servant soldiers and perform the greatest miracle since the Blood Skull Gladiator Arena was built!"
"As long as I can train and command a thousand ratfolk servant soldiers and seize the 'Blood Skull Horn', will I be able to command an entire battle gang?" Ice Storm asked again.
"That's right. No matter who it is, as long as you can seize the 'Blood Skull Horn', you will have the right to command an entire battle gang."
Casava smiled. "However, if you're serious, it's best if you go and choose new recruits now, because the next round of the group battle will be held in five days."
"Five days?"
Ice Storm raised his eyebrows, which were covered in frost. "Why is the training time reduced by half? It is impossible to train a bunch of weak new soldiers into real warriors in just five days! "
"Because the prosperous era that just passed was too long. In the span of ten palm years, every tribe in the Turan race was desperately reproducing. Every town, village, and valley was filled to the brim."
Casava explained very patiently. "When the Glory Era arrived, a tsunami of people surged toward Black Horn City. The number of warriors who desired glory and the ratfolk who responded to the recruitment was three times more than we expected.
"In order to select the bravest, wisest, and most capable of bringing victory from the warriors and the rat folk as soon as possible, every arena in Black Horn City has been filled with gladiatorial fights day and night. The training time can only be greatly reduced. The rule is the same for everybody. Both you and your opponent have only five days to train the new soldiers.
"However, my opponent might not be completely defeated like me. He might not even have a single veteran left. Maybe he only needs some new soldiers!"
Ice Storm roared in a low voice. "Five days is not enough to start from scratch and build a new team. It is far from enough!"
"That's right. I think so too. So, my suggestion is that you do not need to humiliate yourself again. Do not use your poor training and commanding skills to humiliate the resounding title of 'Ice Queen' in front of tens of thousands of people."
Casava extended his hand again. "Accept my gift of blood, join the Bloodhoof Clan, and become my assistant. This is your best choice.
"Perhaps, when we are on the ever-changing battlefield, when the opportunity is right, I will mobilize one or two battle gangs so that you can have some fun. What do you think?"
The female leopard glared at the Ox Warrior for a long time.
Then, she slapped away the hand that the Ox Warrior extended over.
Without looking back, she stepped out of the hole that used to be the gate.
"I will win," she swore fiercely.
She swore fiercely, "One day, I will have my own battle gang and establish my own clan!"
Casava laughed from behind her.
The VIP room, which was filled with icicles and looked like an ice cave, suddenly turned into a furnace.
All the ice melted in an instant.
The ice water evaporated in an instant.
It turned into a rolling, scorching fog.
The Ox Warrior lightly tapped his hooves in the fog.
Dozens of intersecting cracks appeared on the ground, which was as hard as iron.
Magma gushed out of the cracks like a flaming man-eating flower.
"Barbarians who worship the Holy Light?"
Casava repeated what Ice Storm had just said thoughtfully. Then, he smiled and said to himself, "This is getting more and more interesting.
"My Ice Storm, have you been lying all this time? You are not a member of the Golden Clan, and you are not even a Snow Leopard Warrior?
"Then, what … is the real you?"
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