"Sounds interesting," Meng Chao said thoughtfully.
"Then, does she still care about her homeland and wants to return to the Golden Clan?"
"Not really. I heard that she lost in a family fight and was chased by the Snow Leopards. That's why she fled her hometown. Then, she was saved by the adjudicator of the Blood Skull Coliseum, Sir Casafa. She has also expressed her hatred for the Golden Clan many times and does not mind working for the Blood Hoof Clan."
Ye shrugged. "But no one knows why Madam Hailstorm is not willing to go through the Blood Bestowal Ritual and become a real Blood Hoof Warrior. You must know that Sir Casafa, who has a lot of power in the Blood Skull Coliseum and all of Black Corner City, thinks highly of her!"
Meng Chao's mind raced, and he put this question aside for the time being.
"Tell me about her troubles."
He continued to ask the rat man.
"Madam Hailstorm wants to lead troops. She is not satisfied with being a general. She wants to become a commander or even a general. She wants to have her own fighting squad, battle gang, battle group, and even an army," Ye told Meng Chao.
"If she was willing to join a family, perhaps we could think of another way, but she's too arrogant and doesn't want to accept anyone's help. So, she can only fight her way to the top in the arena." Ye Ye told Meng Chao.
Meng Chao nodded.
After more than half a month of reminiscing and thinking, he remembered a lot of details about the Turan civilization and the Glory Era.
He knew that at the start of the Glory Era, the clans used the coliseum to select generals.
The selection did not depend on one's background, only on one's skills.
Once the qualified generals were selected from the coliseum, they would enter the first battle of the Glory Era — the competition between the five clans.
Indeed, the first battle was not to send an army north to attack the Land Illuminated by Eternal Holy Light.
It was a civil war between the five clans.
It sounded very stupid.
But there was a certain scientific reason behind it.
It had to be known that the armies of the clans in the Turan civilization were still in the Middle Ages. They relied on amazing plants like the Mandala Tree to have an endless source of soldiers.
Military strength was never a problem.
The problem was organization, training, the construction of the command system, the tacit cooperation of the allies, and the most important logistics.
If the structure of the whole army was in a mess, the generals belonging to different clans would not listen to each other, and there would be countless shrimp soldiers and crabs that would consume precious military rations, it would be impossible to fight such a war.
Since the ancient times, there had been countless armies that claimed to be 'millions', which were powerful enough to 'cut off a river with a whip'. However, due to various internal problems, they had collapsed at the first clash, resulting in catastrophic consequences.
In a situation where everyone was in a state of panic and panic, the more people one had on one's side, the faster and more miserable their defeat would be.
Although the Turan people were all brawn and no muscle.
However, his mind was definitely not simple.
In the Prosperous Era, the five great clans were equal, and there was no such thing as a supreme Turan King who could command all of Turan Lake.
When the Glory Era began, the aristocratic warriors of the five big clans coerced a large number of warriors from the small clans, as well as a hundred times the number of Rat Folk servant soldiers. Through a limited civil war, they trained their troops, got rid of the weeds and kept the gold, and discovered excellent commanders.
Of course, they would also be able to determine who was stronger and who was weaker. They would also be able to choose the strongest warchief among the five clan leaders to be the supreme leader of all the people of Tulan in the entire War of Glory.
However, the cruel civil war might consume a large number of people.
However, the number of people of Tulan wasn't too small to begin with.
Instead, there were too many of them. The weak who wasted food all died, and the strong could get rid of their burdens and go into battle with light weapons, which increased the efficiency of the battle. The warriors of Tulan who had tasted blood also became battle-hardened veterans.
It was like warming up and sharpening their blades.
They sharpened their blades on the corpses of their own people.
It was even more satisfying when they slashed at the 'land illuminated by the Holy Light Eternally'.
As for the grudges that were formed in the civil war and the rifts between the five great clans, that was not something to worry about at all.
The unique view of life and death of the people of Tulan made them proud to be killed by the strong.
Dying on the battlefield was the highest glory.
All the people who died in the civil war returned to the embrace of the ancestral spirits, even the Rat Folk who had filthy blood flowing in their veins.
Such a view of life and death made them look down on all the conflicts within the civilization.
Even the two clan warriors who had just met on the battlefield and killed each other's closest comrades would immediately put down their weapons once the warchief was chosen. They would stand shoulder to shoulder and become the new closest comrades.
He was a nobody from a small clan.
He received the blessings of the ancestral spirits and obtained great power and a mysterious totem.
He came to the main city of the five great clans and joined a gladiatorial arena. He became the trump card that won every battle.
He trained a batch of Rat Folk servant soldiers and was also invincible in group battles. He obtained the right to command a battle gang in the War of the Five Clans.
He became more and more courageous as he fought in the War of the Five Clans.
The scale of the battle gang under his command continued to expand. He absorbed a large number of wounded soldiers and enemy captives. Gradually, the battle gang was upgraded to a battle group.
When the warchief blew the horn at the peak of the Sacred Mountain to attack, he already had tens of thousands of Turan warriors under his command.
He led the warriors to charge at the Land Eternally Illuminated by the Holy Light and smashed the heads of the sorcerers, elven kings, and dwarf craftsmen with the power and totems granted by the ancestral souls. In the end, he died valiantly in the face of a million soldiers and a ninth-circle sorcerer in a gloomy epic battle.
This was the ideal path of glory for a Turan warrior.
It was clear that Lady Hailstorm also wanted to march on the path of glory.
But she was stuck at the first stage.
Leaf told Meng Chao that there was no doubt about Lady Hailstorm's fighting strength.
But she did not seem to be very good at commanding troops.
As one of the four aces of the Blood Skull Gladiatorial Arena, her starting point was very high. She had the right to choose, train, and command a total of one thousand Rat Folk servant soldiers.
As long as she won against an opponent who also commanded one thousand Rat Folk servant soldiers, she had the right to get three thousand or even five thousand Rat Folk servant soldiers.
When the army marched out, she would definitely be the commander of the army.
Unfortunately, she lost all three matches in a row.
The number of Rat Folk under her command also shrank.
It was especially so in the third group fight that had just ended. Her opponent was another ace, Savage Hammer. He was also not good at commanding. He only knew how to lower his head and charge forward. They were both in the same boat.
Even so, she did not manage to defeat Savage Hammer.
"Lady Savage Hammer's Rat Folk completely destroyed Lady Hailstorm's Rat Folk. Lady Hailstorm was furious and summoned her Totem Armor, Mithril Lacerator."
Leaf described the fight to Meng Chao vividly. "If we're talking about individual fights, everyone believes that Lady Hailstorm's Mithril Lacerator is stronger than Lady Savage Hammer's Locomotive, but this is a group fight, and they're competing in terms of commanding. So, Sir Casafa stopped the fight and announced that Savage Hammer was the winner.
"Now, Lady Hailstorm only has one last chance. She has to start from zero and build a thirty-man squad. If she loses again, no matter how unwilling she is, she will have to serve a commander and become a pure fighter general!"
"I see. Is Lady Hailstorm the classic example of someone who is addicted to rookies?"
Meng Chao thought about it for a while. Suddenly, he felt that there was something very strange about this word. He was stunned for a moment before he stared at Leaf and said, "Wait, you just said that the other ace of Blood Skull Coliseum, Savage Hammer, what's the name of his Totem Armor? Locomotive?"
In the Turan language, the word "locomotive" was made up of three words: "burning", "machine", and "immense strength".
No matter how he listened to it, it sounded strange.
"That's right, Locomotive."
Leaf did not understand. "Is there a problem?"
"No problem. I just think that it sounds really powerful. What exactly is this Locomotive?" Meng Chao asked for advice humbly.
"I'm not too sure myself. I think it's an ancient divine vessel. It can drag more than one thousand Turan warriors or goods that are the size of a small hill in one go. In less than a day, it can travel through all of Turan Lake!"
Leaf said. "I heard that Locomotive can even release deafening roars and spew out terrifying smoke that scares away totem beasts.
"It's such a powerful ancient divine vessel. Many people worship it and use it as a totem!"
"… Is it?"
Meng Chao sucked in a deep breath and put aside this question. He continued asking, "By the way, as the ace, how is Lady Hailstorm treated in Blood Skull Coliseum?"
Naturally, the treatment was good.
In the Turan civilization, where the strong preyed on the weak and the winner took all, the ace of a large coliseum was basically like a superstar.
Not only did he have a spacious independent residence, he also had a small training ground.
There was also a small training ground, which could accommodate hundreds of slave soldiers for training, in addition to the ace himself.
He did not need to worry about cultivation resources either.
From the most basic Mandala Fruit, totem beast fat, condensed milk that was carefully refined, and all sorts of valuable medicine, he had everything he needed.
These were what Meng Chao urgently needed.
And he was confident that he could provide Lady Hailstorm with what she wanted.
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