But Ice Storm could no longer hold back.
If the servant soldiers Meng Chao had "carefully selected" for her from the depths of the dungeon were considered normal, then this middle-aged man, whose limbs were even thinner than leaves and whose face was covered in wrinkles, was considered ugly.
Ice Storm sized up Spider a few times from his head to his tail, but she could not see how this person, who looked like he could be blown away by a gust of wind, had the right to become her servant soldier.
"Is this guy called Spider more powerful than those strong men who passed through the Path of Glory?"
Ice Storm suppressed her raging anger and asked with a frown.
"I don't know."
Meng Chao shook his head and said faintly, "But if I put him and the ten men who cleared the Path of Glory behind Leaves in the same cell as a totem beast, I'm willing to bet that if I bet everything, the one who will last until the end will definitely be Spider."
Ice Storm quirked her eyebrows.
She did not expect that Meng Chao would have such a high opinion of this ordinary-looking middle-aged man.
"Why?" the Snow Leopard Warrior could not help but ask.
"Because aside from me, he's the one who lasted the longest in the dungeon," Meng Chao said.
"He lasted for a total of ten days in the dungeon, and he's still standing and jumping around."
"But he's very thin," Ice Storm said.
"By the looks of it, he didn't manage to snatch a lot of fried Mandala Fruits."
"That's what's great about him," Meng Chao said.
"If it's a strong rat citizen, once he enters the dungeon, he will be able to snatch the most food and become stronger. Soon, no one will dare to snatch food from him. He will only need to stay comfortably for two or three days before he can crawl out of the dungeon and enter the new recruit training camp. So, it's actually not that high.
"But Spider looks really thin, and his stamina is gradually declining. He has to use his full strength in each round. Even if he managed to snatch a fried Mandala Fruit, he can't guarantee that no one will snatch it from him again.
"To such a person, each round of food is a test of life and death.
"You have to mobilize all your strength, intelligence, and schemes. You even have to see through people's hearts. You have to know when to give up and learn to cooperate. Only then will you be able to pass the test.
"And he passed dozens of life and death trials. Although his performance wasn't too eye-catching, that's only natural. For someone like him, if his performance was too eye-catching, he would've been the first to stand out and be surrounded.
"But he survived in the end. He could even use his own strength to straighten his back and climb out of the dungeon.
"That's why I believe that if we put him and those strong men who haven't gone through the test of life and death together in the worst environment, he would definitely be the one to survive to the end."
Obviously, Hailstorm didn't believe him.
Meng Chao smiled and continued. "Besides, if I'm not wrong, he's hiding some of his strength. He's definitely not as weak as he looks."
"What?"
Hailstorm's curiosity was piqued.
With her hands behind her back, she slowly walked past the slave soldiers.
When he passed by Spider, he didn't even look at him.
However, after walking four to five arm's length away, he suddenly swung his tail and threw a sharp icicle at the spider's face.
Spider paled in fright.
Instinctively, he curled his limbs and sprung up.
He was like a huge spider. He stood on all fours and twisted his body in a strange posture. He dodged the seemingly brutal attack, but it was actually just ice flakes that did not deal any damage.
The ice flakes turned into cold sweat on his forehead.
Spider groaned in his heart.
He knew that it would not be easy to escape from the heavily guarded Blood Skull Coliseum and the black-haired, black-eyed monster.
But Hailstorm was very surprised.
"I knew it!"
She said in surprise and delight. "How did you know? What else can you tell?"
Meng Chao smiled faintly and ignored the first half of the question. He went straight to the second half. "I can also tell that he's a hunter."
"A private hunter?"
Hailstorm was even more surprised by this.
Turan Lake had a lot of water and grass. The Mandala Tree was also deeply rooted in the worst environment, so the mountains and plains were covered in lush forests.
There were also countless birds and beasts in the grasslands and forests.
However, without the permission and guidance of the masters of the clan, the rat people could not hunt on their own.
On the surface, the reason was that the cowardly rats with dirty blood flowing in their veins did not deserve to take up hunting, which was a noble and courageous occupation.
But in truth, the masters of the clan needed a large number of totem beasts to appear in the forests.
A totem beast's body contained a small amount of totem power.
In the words of Dragon City's civilization, they were superbeast meat with a lot of spirit energy.
The masters of the clan ate enough totem beast meat to become stronger. They could also use the bones and blood of the totem beasts to strengthen their own totems.
This was the same as the superhumans in Dragon City.
But totem beasts, which were equivalent to monsters, also had an astonishing amount of food.
Only when a large number of wild beasts served as the foundation of the food chain could a large number of totem beasts appear for the masters to hunt, eat, and use.
If the rat people, whose numbers were one hundred times greater than the masters of the clan, stopped eating Mandala Fruit and started to like eating meat, then ate all the wild beasts …
The number of totem beasts that lacked food would definitely decrease by leaps and bounds.
Then, it would affect the enjoyment of the masters of the clan.
Hence, the five great clans issued a ban on hunting for the rat people.
Of course, since there were a lot of Mandala Fruits, the rat people did not want to run into the forests and take the risk of dying.
Even though normal wild beasts were nothing to the powerful Turanians.
Totem beasts were even more terrifying than monsters.
To put it in simpler terms, totem beasts were close relatives of monsters.
But their numbers were not as high as the monster horde in Monster Mountain Range. Besides, they lacked a mastermind that could gather all the totem beasts together.
That was why the Turanians had always suppressed them and even kept them as pets.
But compared to monsters, totem beasts had another terrifying aspect.
That was because their bodies contained "totemic power", and like totemic warriors, they could summon totemic armor.
Just think about it. Monsters that bared their teeth and claws were already very difficult to deal with.
If the monsters could secrete something similar to liquid metal and form hideous armor or complicated mechanical structures on the surface of their bodies, the monsters would not be able to survive.
That was practically the nightmare of carbon-based intelligent creatures.
Even the warriors with noble blood in their veins had a very high casualty rate when hunting totem beasts.
To the rat people who lacked totem power, totem beasts were existences that they could not fight against.
Usually, just saying that they were tired of Mandala Fruits and wanted to change their tastes would not be enough to attract the rat people to hunt in the mountains.
The more common situation was that they would be escorted by the masters of the clan and sent to the depths of the forests where totem beasts often appeared as bait to lure the totem beasts out.
The rat people who were willing to risk losing their heads to become private hunters were all highly skilled and daring existences.
The ice storm was interested in the spider.
It was the Glory Era.
The rules of the prosperous era, including the ban on hunting, were all broken.
Besides, she was not from the Bloodhoof Clan. She was not interested in upholding the ban on hunting for the Bloodhoof Clan.
"Are you a hunter?"
She looked at the spider with interest.
The middle-aged rat people's wrinkles were scrunched up. He looked even more distressed. He did not know how to answer.
The ice storm looked at Meng Chao again.
"People who work or fight all year round will have calluses on their hands and a lot of scars on their bodies. But the calluses and scars of gatherers, growers, harvesters, hunters, and even professional warriors are different."
Meng Chao knew what the ice storm wanted to ask. He answered calmly, "If you look carefully at the distribution of the calluses on his hands, the faint scars on his body, and the lines of his muscles, you can naturally see that he is an experienced and well-trained hunter."
The ice storm's eyes twitched.
He thought to himself, "How can you 'naturally see'? How is this' naturally '? "
Meng Chao could feel the spider's nervousness. He patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, uncle. Since you have persisted until now, no one will hold you responsible for hunting privately.
"On the contrary, you will have the opportunity to go to a more vast, more dangerous hunting ground. Of course, there will be more prey as well. I guarantee that as long as you give it your all, you will definitely be able to hunt what you want."
As he said this, Meng Chao winked at the spider.
The spider was stunned.
His heart, which had been hanging in his throat, instantly fell back into his chest.
For some reason, he immediately believed the words of this "cellmate" who had been with him for ten days and ten nights.
And when he looked at Meng Chao's black hair and black eyes, he had a vague feeling that …
Meng Chao knew what he wanted to do.
He knew that he wanted to escape.
Escape the Blood Skull Coliseum, escape Black Corner City, escape to return to his wife and children.
But Meng Chao would never report this to anyone.
Besides, as long as he could give Meng Chao what he wanted, when the time came, Meng Chao would help him.
The other rat people who stood in a row with the spider were in a similar situation.
All of them were not very tall, but they were all people who possessed great skills.
They were the "talents" that Meng Chao had carefully chosen after observing them in the dark for ten days. They were the ones who could help him complete his task.
When he hid in the dark and had nothing to do, aside from piecing together the memories from his previous life and deducing the progress of the Other World War, his only pleasure was to observe the rat people in the dungeon.
It was not just the cell he was in.
It was also the more than one hundred cells filled with rat people on both sides of the tunnel.
He did not just use his eyes to observe them.
He also used his ears that were comparable to radar and listening devices to eavesdrop on the rat people's bloody fights and whispers. He even heard their heartbeats, breathing, and the sounds of their muscles tensing up inch by inch.
He even used his incredibly sensitive vitality magnetic field to sense their burning desire to live. It was as if they were on fire.
From there, he found the people who did not want to give up hope even in the darkest and most desperate of situations.
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