"Just who are you?"
Ice Storm asked coldly when she saw Meng Chao appear.
Ten sharp leopard claws popped out of her paws. She looked like she was going to scratch his face until it was covered in Meng Chao's mandala flowers.
Meng Chao blinked.
'You finally can't take it anymore?'
That was normal.
Even though they had well-developed limbs, high-grade orcs did not have simple minds.
The training skills that he had demonstrated in the past few days and the astonishing field control ability just now, including the ability to condense sound waves into lines and transmit them into the target's cochlea point-to-point, were far beyond the standard of a rat resident or even an ordinary warrior of a clan.
Ice Storm was already very patient for being able to endure until now.
Meng Chao ignored the frost on her claws and grinned. "If I were you, I wouldn't ask this question."
Ice Storm narrowed her eyes, and two dangerous ice flowers bloomed in her eyes. "Why?"
"Because this question isn't important at all," Meng Chao said faintly.
"It's just like how I'm very curious about just who you are. You might be a warrior with the blood of glory flowing in your veins, but at the same time, you have great fighting strength, but you haven't learned a single bit of commanding skills or commanding your subordinates.
"They say that you want to command a battle gang or even an entire battle group, but you have no interest in training and commanding.
"They say that you broke off relations with your family and fled the Golden Clan's territory. When you have nowhere else to go, you came to Black Corner City, but you don't want to go through the Blood Bestowal Ritual and join the strongest local Blood Hoof Family.
"They say that you're a very rare Snow Leopard Warrior, but based on my observations, your feline characteristics don't seem to be those of a leopard. Instead, you seem to have a very unique form of albinism.
"Also, your tail often swings behind your butt. Sometimes, it bristles, and sometimes, it straightens. To a normal person, it looks very natural.
"But to me, who has dissected thousands of monsters … I mean, the movements of your tailbone and tail muscles are very uncoordinated. It's as if this isn't your tail at all.
"Look, there are so many suspicious points about you. It makes me wonder whether you're the real Snow Leopard Warrior.
"But did I ask? Did I investigate your identity? Do I care whether you're a high-grade orc or some other race? You didn't, right?
"Because those questions are not important at all. No matter who you are, or even if you are not a human being, as long as we can make a fair deal and cooperate, it will not stop me from respectfully calling you 'Lord Ice Storm'.
Icestorm's face was originally crystal clear like a work of art carved out of white jade.
When it heard Meng Chao's words, its face turned stark pale, and its fur stood up as if it had been electrocuted.
When Meng Chao pointed out the weakness in her tail, her tail immediately drooped down like a snapped branch.
For a moment, there was a clicking sound coming from all four corners of the infirmary.
Sharp icicles crawled out of the ice cluster in the corner, and they were aimed at Meng Chao like javelins.
The killing intent of the ice storm blew out layers upon layers of ripples in the large medicine vat, as if a miniature storm had been set off.
But Meng Chao's eyelashes were not messed up by the storm.
He was still calmly watching the ice storm.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"
His confident look made the Ice Storm puzzled.
The icicles that protruded out like fangs did not stab him in the end.
"I can't think of any reason why Lord Ice Storm and I have to fight to the death."
Meng Chao shrugged and said, "Even though we don't know who the other party is, after interacting with each other for the past few days, we know that we're definitely not each other.
"First, I'm definitely not a spy, scout, or assassin from the land of the holy light. The reason is simple. The land of the holy light can't find someone with black hair, black eyes, and a strange appearance like me. Even if they could, those old fogeys who are overly illuminated by the holy light would not have sent a spy like me to infiltrate Turanze.
"So, I'm definitely not an enemy of the Turanians.
"Second, judging by my appearance, it's impossible for me to be from the Golden Clan, and it's even more impossible for me to have anything to do with the snow leopards. So, no matter what grudges Lord Ice Storm has with the wolves of the Golden Clan, it has nothing to do with me. I'm not your enemy either.
"Third, the same logic applies to me. Look at me covered in wounds and I'm a horrible sight to behold. I can't be a member of the Blood Hoof Clan, and I have nothing to do with Casava Blood Hoof, whom you're wary of. No matter what you're planning in the dark, I won't stop you. I might even be able to help you.
"By the way, the fight today is enough to prove my abilities. I'm the person who can bring you victory.
"In conclusion, no matter how much I think about it, I can't think of any reason why you would cut off the only helping hand you have when you're in such a dangerous situation. If you take even half a step wrong, you might be crushed to pieces."
"How did you know that I was in danger?" the Ice Storm asked through gritted teeth.
"If you weren't in danger, you wouldn't have tolerated me talking nonsense here. You would have torn my mouth apart a long time ago," Meng Chao said faintly.
"…"
The Ice Storm sucked in a deep breath.
She found Meng Chao's suggestion very attractive.
"Relax, Madam Ice Storm. I really want to be your friend, not your enemy. Otherwise, I would have gone to Casava Blood Hoof just now and told him that your tail is fake. If my guess is correct, this is the reason why you've been resisting me activating my muscles and adjusting my strength, right?" Meng Chao said with a smile.
The Ice Storm jumped up again.
If it were not for the warning signs in the depths of her mind telling her not to attack this mysterious person with black hair and black eyes, she would have controlled an ice spike to stab him.
"That's right. Why didn't you go to Casava?"
The Ice Storm did not understand. "With your abilities, even if Casava personally gave you a drop of blood and brought you into the Blood Hoof Clan, it would be easy. As long as your requests aren't too overboard, Casava has the support of the entire Blood Hoof Clan, and he can satisfy you.
"I can't think of anything that Casava can't give you, so he came to me, a lone outsider."
"There is one thing that Casava Blood Hoof can't give me, and that's fairness," Meng Chao said faintly.
"I'm looking for a partner who is of equal stature and who can benefit from me. I'm not looking for someone to be loyal to. I want a fair trade, not some blood bestowment ceremony. Then, I'll become a pawn who has my throat seized by the Blood Hoof Family and can't do anything about it. You should understand what I mean, right?"
The Ice Storm fell silent.
Of course she understood what Meng Chao meant.
Because what Meng Chao said was exactly what she wanted.
"What … do you want?"
The Ice Storm finally wavered, and she asked cautiously.
"Resources and information," Meng Chao said.
"To be more specific, I want Golden Fruits that contain a lot of energy and totem beasts' flesh and blood. Of course, I also want medicine that has great healing effects. The more I have, the better.
"As for information, don't worry. I won't pry into your privacy and secrets. At most, when Madam Ice Storm is free and in a good mood, I just want you to answer some common questions."
"I'm not in a good mood," the Ice Storm said.
The Ice Storm said, "I have a feeling that I won't be in a good mood for the next ten days to half a month."
Meng Chao smiled and said, "Since it's a fair trade, I will naturally do my best to repay you. Why don't you ask me what I can bring you?"
The Ice Storm snorted coldly. She did not want to talk to Meng Chao.
The female Snow Leopard Warrior felt that with every word she spoke to Meng Chao, she would be dragged deeper into Meng Chao's affairs. In the end, she would be completely controlled by this damn harvester.
After being tempered by the Flames of the Apocalypse, Meng Chao's skin was very thick. "I don't think that Madam Ice Storm really wants to lead an army and slaughter everyone in the Battle of Glory, right?
"If you just want to obtain a certain degree of independence and the resources to arm an army, you will need to command at least one battle gang. That means that you will have hundreds to thousands of people. Based on the rules of Blood Skull Arena, you will need to win two or three more group battles."
The military technology of the Turan civilization might be relatively advanced.
But the structure of the army was very broad.
Generally speaking, there were only four levels: battle squads, battle gangs, battle groups, and armies.
The military units of the same level also varied in size.
Basically, they were made up of settlements, families, or clans as the core forces. They would then take a large number of slave soldiers and servant soldiers with them and send them out in full force.
If the family was more powerful and had more slave soldiers and servant soldiers with them, a battle gang could have thousands or even tens of thousands of people.
If it was a small or medium-sized family among small or medium-sized clans, they would only be able to gather dozens of clan warriors with three to five sets of totem armor. They could also be considered a battle gang with around one hundred rat people.
No matter what, if they commanded a battle gang, they would have the chance to act independently, such as plundering cities, harvesting food, cutting off the enemy's supply lines, and so on.
When an army was alone, the commander of a battle gang had a lot of freedom.
It was unlike the smallest military unit, a battle gang. Most of the time, they had to obey the orders of their superiors and wait for their superiors to distribute weapons and food.
The Ice Storm was finally tempted.
The semi-transparent eyeballs that were practically frozen turned around with great difficulty and stared at Meng Chao.
"As long as you can provide me with enough resources and information, I can help you win three more rounds." Meng Chao revealed his true intentions.
The ice storm wanted to refute his nonsense.
But the satisfying victory just now was still vivid in her mind.
Before she stepped into the arena, who would have thought that her ordinary-looking motley crew would emerge unscathed and win perfectly against the fierce rat soldiers of the Iron Skin Family?
Ice Storm scratched herself with her claws, feeling indignant.
She knew that she had been convinced by this mysterious and dangerous person once again.
"Casava isn't an idiot."
She could only fight back in vain. "He's already suspicious. Soon, he'll notice that I'm not personally training and commanding them. He'll come to you."
"It's fine. I know very well that with my looks, strength, and presence, it's impossible for me to hide in the crowd for a long time. I just need to ask Mister Ice Storm to help me hide a little and stall for some time," Meng Chao said calmly.
"At that time, just have Mister Casava Bloody Hoof come to me."
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