Although they had lost three team battles in a row, because they were all judged by the adjudicators, Ice Storm was still a popular contender in the Blood Skull Arena.
Furthermore, as the number of servant soldiers she could command decreased, her combat power became more and more important.
There were still many people who believed that she could win the next round.
Among them was Casava Bloodhoof.
This Ox-head aristocrat was very curious about how Ice Storm was going to counterattack and create a miracle.
Unfortunately, because there were only 30 servant soldiers, the Ice Storm sent them all to the private training camp that belonged to the trump card, where they underwent a mysterious special training.
Out of respect for her trump card.
Even though Casava was the adjudicator of the Blood Skull Arena, he could not pry into or interfere with Ice Storm's special training.
He could only understand the situation of Ice Storm's newly formed team through the rat people who prepared food, secret medicine, and training equipment for Ice Storm.
However, the information he learned from the rat people made him dumbfounded. He could not believe it for a long time.
"What? Ice Storm did not choose the strongest rat people in the recruit training camp and the ones who performed the best in the 'Path of Glory'?
"Other than the weak-looking youth who performed the best, she chose people who had average results and were neither tall nor short. They were all ordinary people?
"She even picked up a bunch of people from the depths of the dungeon who did not go through survival of the fittest and looked extremely weak?
"She did not undergo any earth-shattering special training for these fellows. On the contrary, their training was much less than that of the other gladiators' servant soldiers.
"And, and it's this kind of easy training that actually made these guys … cry?"
Even though Casava had followed his chief father and seen many strange things in and out of Black Corner City, he was still amazed.
The way Ice Storm chose and trained her servant soldiers still made him click his tongue in wonder.
Even the rat people were still Turan people.
After a few rounds of training, they actually cried?
Oh my god, what kind of treasures are they!
After thinking about it carefully, Casava could not help but laugh.
"Ice Storm should have given up, right?"
He muttered to himself. "Ice Storm has already given up on her dream of becoming a general who can take charge of an area. She has decided to throw herself into my arms and become my deputy general and concubine.
"However, she has always been proud and arrogant, so it's impossible for her to admit defeat directly. She has to deal with it recklessly and finish the last round.
"Then, it's understandable that they chose these weak fellows.
"In this way, even if she really loses, it won't be because of her commanding ability, but because these guys are really useless."
The Ox-head noble who thought that he had seen through the Snow Leopard Female Warrior's thoughts shook his head and smiled.
At this time, the ratfolk worker told him something very interesting.
"The Ice Storm also chose a very strange fellow. He's a Rat Man with black hair and black eyes. Oh, it's him. He's not dead yet?"
Cassava and Meng Chao had met once before.
More than half a month ago, a Blackhorn City's recruitment team traveled south along the Wild Bull River. They went to the dozens of Rat Men villages by the riverbank to recruit cannon fodder. No, they were recruiting warriors who could bring the highest honor to the ancestral spirits and change their own destinies.
Rat people were not allowed to hunt.
But he would eventually get tired of eating the mandala fruit.
The fish, shrimps, and crabs in the river became the best supplement for the rat people besides their staple food.
Many of the Rat Men villages that lived along the river fished for a living.
In this prosperous era, they often fished out some strange things from the Tulan River and its tributaries.
For example, there were metal pieces with square words carved on them.
There were also some that were very light and semi-transparent. If they were placed on a fire, they would melt and give off a burnt smell. They did not seem like glass bottles.
And in this fishing village, before the recruitment team arrived, they fished out a person with black hair and black eyes from the most turbulent river bend.
No matter how one looked at it, this mysterious person with black hair and black eyes should be dead.
But he still had one last breath.
The kind-hearted villagers allowed him to stay.
When the recruitment team recruited a sufficient number of young and strong Rat Men from the village, they also discovered him.
Originally, this kind of living dead covered in wounds and on the verge of death was not a target for recruitment.
However, the ghastly wounds on his body indicated that he had just experienced a soul-stirring and bloody battle.
A person who could not die from so many wounds was definitely a top-notch warrior.
The Tulan people worshiped warriors.
Plus, his black hair and black eyes were so special.
The recruitment team brought him back to Blackhorn City and landed in the deepest part of the Blood Skull Arena.
"This guy is probably not a purebred Tulan."
Kasava thought to himself.
He could not think of any combination of the characteristics of a few races that could produce such a strange characteristic as "black hair and black eyes".
"He is probably the product of many mixed races like the Tulan, Ogres, or even the Abyss Demons."
It wasn't a big deal.
Because the Tulan people were originally a race with huge racial differences.
Ten arms tall, with a long nose and fangs, like an iron tower of a barbarian elephant people.
Less than an arm tall, with translucent wings, hummingbird people.
From their appearance, they did not seem to be the same race.
Plus, there was the constant mixing between different races.
The military nobles were still fine. Even if nobles of different races wanted to marry, they had to follow some rules.
But those who were expelled from their families and reduced to Rat Men did not have any scruples.
Since they could not fight for glory, there was only one thing left in their lives: reproduction.
They could reproduce wildly at any time, place, and target.
The so-called "Rat Men" not only meant that they were as cowardly as mice, but also represented their terrifying reproductive abilities.
The prosperous era, which lasted for ten palm years, provided great convenience for this kind of abnormal reproduction.
Even the ancestral spirits would not be able to imagine what would be born after hundreds of cycles of reproduction between different races.
When the recruitment order was sent out, many strange-looking Tulan warriors gathered at Blackhorn City.
Many of the mixed-blood warriors looked like the descendants of the barbarian elephant people and hummingbird people. Even Kasava was shocked when he saw them.
In short, under normal circumstances, the Tulan people would not discriminate against mixed-bloods.
"They will not discriminate" meant that mixed-bloods had the right to enter the workshops or arenas. For the glory of the ancestral spirits and the families, they would squeeze out their last drop of blood and sweat.
They would have the right to use their corpses to pave a path to victory.
They would not be like in the Land Eternally Illuminated by Holy Light. When they saw other races, they would scream and want to send them to the stake.
In this regard, the Tulan civilization was rather open and tolerant.
Even mixed-bloods with ogres or demons from the abyss were treated like normal rat men.
As long as they were strong enough and could bring victory after victory, they would still have the chance to be acknowledged by a certain race and be bestowed with a drop of the glorious blood of the military nobles. They would then become a member of the race.
Unless they were mixed with the lunatics who believed in the Holy Light in the Land Eternally Illuminated by Holy Light.
That was another matter.
But black hair and black eyes and blonde hair and blue eyes were two completely different characteristics.
Also, this guy's skin was not the deathly white of the Holy Light humans, nor was it the green of the elves.
Kasava did not think that he had been illuminated by the damned Holy Light before, even for the blink of an eye.
Kasava became interested.
He asked the rat men about Meng Chao's performance under the Ice Storm.
The rat men's answers caused him to sink into deep puzzlement.
"Only … eating and sleeping?"
Kasava asked with a frown. "One person can eat the food of five or six people. Once he's done eating, he falls asleep, and when he wakes up, he continues wolfing down food?
"His appetite is astonishing. That's the characteristic of a warrior, but did he not go through any training?
"No, not even a little bit. You've never seen this black-haired and black-eyed guy pick up a stone axe or lift a log?
"What about his injuries? Have they recovered?
"Oh, the wounds on his skin have formed scabs, but he still looks incredibly weak. He looks like he'll be blown away by a gust of wind. When you saw him, he wobbled when he walked and would stop to catch his breath at every turn. He coughed so loudly that he couldn't even straighten his back."
Kasava was greatly disappointed.
When he thought about it carefully, it made sense.
Even if he had ogre blood flowing in his veins and was once a warrior who won countless battles, he was still heavily injured.
He had been soaked in Wild Bull River for an unknown period of time. No matter how strong his strength was, it would have all leaked out of his wounds.
The warrior of the past had become a piece of trash through and through.
"It seems like there's no more suspense in tomorrow's competition."
Kasava Bloodhoof shook his head and sighed.
…
The young rat man twisted his flexible and powerful waist almost 360 degrees.
His limbs also visibly lengthened by half an arm.
As the muscles all over his body exploded, he spun like a hurricane.
Even the stone axe in his hand shone with the sharpness of a heavy battle axe made of fine steel. It drew a ferocious arc in the air and cut a Mandala Tree Stump that was wrapped in rhinoceros leather armor and as thick as a person's arms around it into two.
The upper half of the tree stump immediately shot into the sky like a decapitated head.
The young rat man growled. He waved the stone axe and leaped onto the tree stump. The battle axe instantly released dozens of dazzling rays of light. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. The tree stump was chopped into dozens of pieces of wood that were no larger than fists in midair.
All the rat men and servant soldiers in the surroundings let out astonishing cheers.
Even the distant Hailstorm's eyes lit up.
In midair, the man and the tree stump had nowhere to borrow strength from.
It was easier said than done to create such an effect.
It was no wonder then why the young rat man was so happy when he landed.
"I did it, Lord Harvester. Did you see it? I did it! "Leaves cheered at Meng Chao.
"I saw it. You did well."
Meng Chao smiled.
He thought, 'Looks like there's no more suspense in tomorrow's competition.'
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