Meng Chao's smile made the corners of the snow leopard female warrior's eyes twitch again.
She had the thought that this rat citizen was going overboard. I have to teach him a lesson.
However, Meng Chao's confident expression made Ice Storm's thoughts remain in her mind.
She nodded as if she was in a hurry to salvage the situation.
Then, as if in a hurry to remedy the situation, he said coldly with a straight face, "Remember, we only have five days. If we lose the team battle five days later, I will lose the chance to command an army, and you will …"
"And I will lose everything," Meng Chao said calmly.
The snow leopard female warrior turned around and left angrily.
"Lady Harvester …"
Leaf came over carefully and looked at Ice Storm's back. He said worriedly, "You really shouldn't talk to Lady Ice Storm like that. She's the ace of Blood Skull Coliseum. As long as she's happy or unhappy, she can punish us however she wants!"
"I know. That's why I had to test Ice Storm's limits and find out just how big the problem she ran into was."
Meng Chao explained to the rat citizen teenager, "If our ace ran into a problem that was neither big nor small, such as not being able to command an army, she would definitely not tolerate a mere rat citizen jumping around in front of her. She would definitely punish me.
"But I crossed a rat citizen's line multiple times. She might have flown into a rage, but she didn't punish me.
"This means that she must have run into a huge problem, and it's not as simple as not being able to command an army.
"It seems that we have chosen the right commander.
"Alright, let's get everyone together and follow Lady Ice Storm!"
Ever since he was the first to clear the Path of Glory in the boot camp, he had been the first to do so.
Just now, when he was selecting the servant soldiers, he also quickly and efficiently knocked down four strong men.
All the rat citizens no longer dared to look down on the childish Leaf.
Besides, he was the first servant soldier personally chosen by Ice Storm.
It was only natural that he became the vice-captain of this small squad.
"Then … should we say something to everyone? Something to boost their morale?"
The rat citizen teenager was still not used to his new identity.
In many epics of war, the generals would slap their chests and declare something like "glory", "sacrifice", "for the clan", and so on before the battle.
Then, the soldiers would fight bravely as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Ye blushed at the thought that she would also have the chance to speak like a real general and speak boldly.
He asked Meng Chao bashfully.
"Forget it. Even if we really have to say something, it's Lord Hailstorm's business. What does it have to do with us?"
But Meng Chao poured cold water on the rat people's hopes.
Even though Meng Chao had used his words to test Hailstorm's attitude, he knew very well where the bottom line was.
Hailstorm was the highest commander of this small team.
Now that the commander hadn't said anything, he or Ye went up to talk nonsense. What was going on?
Besides, Meng Chao did not think that he would be able to make the rat people cry and bow down to him just by boasting some grand theories and giving them chicken soup for the soul.
What a joke. High-grade orcs might not be as smart as humans, but they were not that stupid.
Besides, if he really wanted everyone's trust, affection, and loyalty, he would have plenty of chances in the future. He could talk to them alone and slowly!
"There's no need for such trouble."
Meng Chao said to Ye. "I believe that the people I personally chose are very clear-headed. They know what they're fighting for.
"They also have a strong desire to live. Even if they don't say anything, they will do everything they can to survive and get what they want!"
…
Spider wondered whether he was already dead.
He had died in a ridiculous dream.
While he was struggling in the depths of the dungeon, he had heard the other rat people talk about life above the surface.
It was said that even if they crawled out of the dungeon, it was not the end of hell.
On the contrary, it was the beginning of hell.
Be it in the new recruit training camp, where they trained day and night without end, trained until they coughed up blood, died of exhaustion, or fell into a pit and were stabbed to death by a sharp blade.
Or they followed a gladiator and were treated as a human punching bag or living target by that temperamental gladiator.
Or, in a real sparring session, he would be killed by an ambitious comrade who was eager to show off.
In any case, the area outside the dungeon was even more dangerous than the depths.
Regardless of whether they could become a servant soldier or not, as a rat person, the only thing awaiting them was death.
This was why Spider did not want to use all his skills to snatch more Devil's Snare Fruits and crawl out of the dungeon.
As a hunter, he had patience. He wanted to accumulate more strength and gather more information about the area outside the dungeon before he took action.
He did not expect that after he was chosen by the ace of Blood Skull Coliseum and became Lord Ice Storm's servant soldier, the training that he thought would be near death turned out to be like this!
Their usual training load wasn't heavy, and it wasn't difficult either. Whether it was lifting stone weights, carrying logs, climbing rope ladders, or walking on steel cables, they could all be completed with great difficulty. For the rat people who were used to hard labor, it was nothing.
The training time was not long, and it was not as long as other rat people said. From morning to night, they did not have a moment to catch their breath. If they stopped for even a moment, they would be cruelly whipped to death by the spiked whip of the gladiator.
There were as many fried Devil's Snare Fruits that were dipped in condensed milk and steaming hot.
He had never seen such a fragrant medicine in the village, but he could also smear it on his wounds. The numbing feeling was like grass with condensed dew growing in his wounds. It was extremely comfortable!
The mysterious black-haired, black-eyed rat man, the Reaper, had even taught them two secret techniques with a deadpan expression.
One taught them how to eat, and the other taught them how to sleep.
He also told them that the most important task for the next five days was to eat and sleep well. They had to eat and sleep well!
Spider almost wanted to laugh.
He did not expect that there was a way to teach people how to eat and sleep in this world!
Even a three-year-old child could not eat and sleep, could he?
However, after learning the secret techniques that the reaper taught them, Spider realized that he had lived for more than thirty years in vain. Compared to the reaper, he really did not know how to eat and sleep!
They had to chew the food a few times, grind the food with their teeth, and work with their tongues to work with their throats to swallow the food. Only then could they squeeze out as much energy from the food as possible. In the strange and genteel words of the harvesters, they were "energy".
When they slept, they should learn how to adjust their breathing, how to adjust their postures, and what to meditate in order to fall asleep quickly in the noisiest environment. They only needed to take a nap in the time it took to finish a meal, and they would be full of energy again.
After learning the two secret techniques, Spider felt that his appetite had doubled. Every Devil's Snare Fruit that he ate turned into strength that he could clearly sense and was stored in his flesh and bones, which were getting sturdier and sturdier.
He slept even more soundly, too. Every time he woke up, the soreness in his muscles and the pain in his joints would be gone. He was in his thirties, which meant that he was almost an old man by the standards of the rat people, but he had the feeling that he had when he was fourteen or fifteen years old, when he had infinite energy but nowhere to vent it. Even his penis was as hard as a bull's horn.
Just this point alone made Spider admire the Reaper from the bottom of his heart. He was so grateful that it was as if he had saved his life.
Of course, he missed his wife and his children even more intensely.
He could not wait to escape from the Blood Skull Arena and Black Corner City. He wanted to return to the forest and show his horns that were as hard as iron to his wife. Then, he would teach the two, no, three brats the two secret techniques that the reaper had taught him.
He did not want to fight at all.
At the very least, he did not want to fight for the lords of the clan and the so-called "glory".
If he had to fight, he only wanted to fight for his wife and his children.
According to Spider's observation, the other twenty or so servant soldiers were the same as him.
They did not want to fight for the lords of the clan either.
They did not know what was going on, and they thought that they had come to heaven.
However, in this heaven that was almost perfect, there were still two critical things.
The first was their master, the Ice Storm.
To be more precise, it was the "Mithril Ripper", the totem armor of the ace gladiator.
When the Snow Leopard Warrior summoned the Mithril Ripper for the first time and stood in the middle of the servant soldiers in the form of a silver cheetah, releasing a murderous aura that was even colder than that of the Land of Ice and Frost that engulfed everything in the world of ice and frost. Including Spider, the experienced hunter, all the ratfolk servant soldiers were so scared that they wet their pants.
Until the end of the training, all the rat people were still shivering with stiff muscles.
When they were eating, even though they used the secret techniques that the reaper taught them, their appetite was still reduced by more than half.
Many of them even had nightmares when they were sleeping. They convulsed violently and curled up into a ball as if they were frozen.
However, the rat people were a very adaptable group after all.
Those who were not adaptable enough had long been eliminated by the cruel competition for survival.
Spider was the first rat person to adapt to the "Mithril Ripper" and the powerful killing aura of the Ice Storm.
As a hunter, he had run into totem beasts in the forest many times.
To escape from the jaws of death, the prerequisite was to stay calm.
Fear, stiffness, trembling, and screaming.
None of these could solve any problem.
Under the encouragement of the reaper, he passed on his experience to the other servant soldiers.
He also told them, "We should not be afraid at all. The Ice Storm is on our side. The stronger she is, the more hope we have to survive, right?"
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