The size of the squad had increased to one hundred people, so it was impossible for Meng Chao to give careful guidance to each servant soldier like he did in the previous round.
Fortunately, the thirty servant soldiers he had personally modified had all recovered after receiving meticulous treatment. They were now full of energy and were ready for the next round of battle.
The next one-hundred-man squad fight would begin ten days later.
They had enough time to spread the skills Meng Chao taught them to more servant soldiers.
Besides, her totemic armor had been upgraded, and she had mastered a lot of Dragon City's Hailstorm martial arts. Her fighting strength was increasing at a rapid pace.
Her popularity had returned, and the owner of Blood Skull Coliseum no longer dared to do anything to her in the competition.
Meng Chao did not think that a normal one-hundred-man squad could withstand the killing intent of the Snow Leopard Female Warrior and the upgraded Mithril Shredder, which could freeze everything.
Hence, Meng Chao was at ease and handed most of the training to Leaf, who was a young rat man who quickly grew up under his tutelage.
Meng Chao also used more time to expand his exploration area.
Another benefit of working with the rat labourers was that he could use the dagger skills from the Ghost Tribe and other small favors to get all sorts of tools and herbs from the labourers.
The greatest difference in the distribution of resources between Turanze and Monster Mountain Range was that the crystal mines here were hidden deeper underground.
With the poor mining abilities of the high-grade orcs, it was difficult for them to dig their mines thousands of meters or even dozens of meters underground.
Hence, crystals were rarely seen in the market of Turanze.
But since the Mandala Tree and its companion plants were the main plants, the plants in Turanze had incredibly developed roots.
The Mandala Tree's roots could easily extend more than twenty kilometers underground and wrap around the crystal mines to absorb spirit energy endlessly before sending it to the surface.
Some of the spirit energy would turn into Mandala Fruits and Golden Fruits.
Some of the spirit energy would be transferred to the companion plants through the intertwining roots, and they would turn into fragrant flowers and herbs.
The spirit energy, rare metals, and microelements contained in the flowers and herbs were more than ten times that of the same type of plants in Monster Mountain Range.
Herbs brewed with exotic flowers and totem beast bone powder as raw materials would have miraculous effects that were comparable to gene medicines.
Therefore, the Tulan civilization had developed herbology.
Not only were the witch doctors and priests refining powerful secret medicines according to the ancient recipes that had been passed down for thousands of years in the temple, but they were also refining the secret medicines with great power.
Ordinary Turanians would also brew various herbs that could increase their strength, strengthen their periosteum, and expel diseases and evil spirits.
Many herbs could also be used for dyeing cloth, tanning leather, and smelting.
They were essential helpers in the daily life of the Turanians.
Meng Chao highly suspected that the Mandala Tree and its companion plants were the crystallization of advanced technology created through genetic modification.
Only then could it achieve the effect of 'randomly picking some flowers and plants and mixing them with the totem beast's bone dregs in a large pot, and it would be comparable to genetic medicine'.
Of course, this wasn't a bad thing for him, who was alone and didn't have any handy tools.
He got a hundred kinds of herbs from the servants.
Meng Chao used his senses that were similar to those of a Spirit Sensor and his rich experience as a harvester to identify the specific components and contents of the herbs through sniffing, tasting, grinding, using his vitality magnetic field to sense the herbs, and other methods.
He patiently identified hundreds of raw materials that could be found in Monster Mountain Range.
Then, he used these raw materials to carefully create and fuse a few brand new medicines.
One of them was the same as a hair dye. It could turn his hair from pure black to yellow.
There was another medicine that could temporarily change the color of his pupils when he put it in his eyes. It could be either light gold or light green.
Even though it would cause a slight burning sensation on his retina, Meng Chao's cells had astonishing regeneration abilities.
It was not a big problem for him, since his cells had astonishing regeneration abilities.
Another medicine could hide a person's skin color and turn them into a grayish-brown color that normal Earthlings would not have.
Then, through the numbness and relaxation of muscles, it could greatly distort a person's facial features and turn them into something completely different.
There was even a medicine like Rapid Hair Growth Serum. Once it was smeared on a person's body, they could quickly grow a layer of real, thick, and tough hair.
Of course, there was also a medicine that could wash away the effects of the Transformation Serum.
How to create Transformation Serum was a compulsory course in Black Skull's training camp.
As for the formulas for the anesthetics, corrosive agents, and nerve agents, they were things that were deeply imprinted in the cerebral cortex of every Ghost Assassin. They were even clearer than Walking Corpse and Bizarre Stab.
With the Transformation Serum and exquisite control over his muscles and joints, Meng Chao could turn into another person in three minutes.
Then, he would use the rat people laborer's badge to walk out of Blood Skull Coliseum openly.
In truth, Blood Skull Coliseum did not guard the rat people strictly.
Even though when they were escorted here, the rat people were tied up.
As long as they could kill their way out of the dungeon, find their master, and win one or two fights, the rat people would obtain a certain degree of freedom.
The coliseum was not afraid that the rat people would run away.
The logic behind it was simple.
Even if they ran, where could they run to?
Outside the coliseum was the huge Black Horn City. It was the place where hundreds of thousands of warriors gathered.
The coliseum might be a place where blood and flesh flew everywhere, but there was still hope for them to win and become stronger.
The clan barracks, the forging workshops, and the primitive mines that were about to collapse every few days were even more devilish dens that devoured people without spitting out the bones.
No servant soldier was willing to become a slave soldier.
Instead of serving a gladiator master, he had to serve dozens or even hundreds of stinky soldiers from the clans.
There were also no slave soldiers who were willing to become slave laborers and be squeezed into black skeletons in the foundries.
Even if they could escape Black Horn City in one breath, so what?
Right now, the mandala fruits in the rat people's villages were all taken by the clan army.
Day and night, the conscription team continued to search for the most remote and desolate villages.
They would not let go of even a single mandala fruit. All of them were to be used as army food.
If they escaped Black Horn City, there was a possibility that they would run into the recruitment team, and they would be reduced to the most tragic slave soldiers.
If they were lucky, they could avoid the recruitment team and escape back to their homes. There was a high chance that they would see burning ruins and Mandala trees that would quickly wither and enter hibernation at the moment when flowers were at their most dazzling.
Running away would only lead to death.
They could only stay in Blood Skull Coliseum and perform well. When the army moved out, they could blend into the Blood Hoof Family's army and hope that the Blood Hoof Family would win every battle. They could then follow their master and rise in status. This was the only way for them to survive.
As for the hatred of destroying their homes and slaughtering their relatives.
The clan warriors did not hide this point.
They were not afraid and even encouraged the angry rat people to take revenge on them at any time.
"Revenge" had a supreme meaning in the Turan culture.
This was the most direct way to win glory for the ancestors.
Of course, if they wanted to take revenge on the clan warriors, they had to be mentally prepared to be punched in the head.
Perhaps there was too much brain matter that had been punched out.
Very few rat people would directly seek revenge on the clan warriors who destroyed their homes and captured them to Black Horn City.
They would often hide their claws and teeth, thinking of becoming stronger first.
Then, in order to become stronger, they would continue to kill. In the continuous killing, they would obtain incomparable pleasure. In the cheers of thousands of spectators, they would feel the so-called glory. They might even be bestowed blood by a certain clan, completing the transformation from rat people to warriors. Gradually, they would become addicted to killing and forget the hatred of the past.
And at this time, their enemies might have already died on the battlefield.
They could cut off everything in the past with peace of mind and become a standard, powerful clan warrior filled with a sense of honor.
Basically, that was what happened.
Perhaps it was because in the past thousands of years, this system of the weak turning from warriors to rat people, and the strong turning from rat people to warriors was too smooth and effective. There had never been any major problems.
So much so that the managers of Blood Skull Coliseum and Black Horn City did not expect that an incredibly dangerous Ghost Assassin like Meng Chao would sneak into the rat people.
Meng Chao used three days to figure out the distribution of streets and functional areas around Blood Skull Coliseum.
This place was not far from the Blood Hoof Clan's temple.
It was also the liveliest place in Black Horn City.
Especially recently, the entire Bloodhoof Clan had been recruiting warriors and reorganizing the army, preparing to fight against the other four clans for the throne of the "War Chief". They also wanted to lead the high-level Beastmen tide in Turanze to sweep through the "Land Eternally Illuminated by Holy Light".
Aside from the slave soldiers, slave soldiers, and slave workers who were forcibly recruited, there were also heroes of all shapes and sizes. They gathered together to form a mighty horde that surged into Black Horn City.
The population of Black Horn City instantly increased by ten times.
All the streets, markets, and temporary military camps were filled to the brim.
They came from the region and were not famous, but they were ambitious. All of them longed to show off their splendor on a stage like Blood Skull Coliseum, which was the center of attention.
A large number of bets, trades, alliances, and even schemes were formed around Blood Skull Coliseum.
Therefore, around the Blood Skull Arena, countless casinos, taverns, temporary camps, and markets where weapons, leather armor, secret medicine, and even ancient totemic armor fragments were built up in a barbaric manner.
Regardless of the time and place, casinos and taverns were connected to another of the most ancient industries.
High-grade orcs were mostly existences with incredibly strong primitive desires.
The place where they could release themselves after they fought to the death, drank, and gambled was a place with complete facilities around an coliseum.
In other words …
Black Horn City was like a stronger version of the lair.
It was a place where good and bad people mixed together. It was foul, filled with blood, and lived a life of luxury.
It was a swamp that corroded flesh and blood. It was a den of demons that devoured people without spitting out their bones. It was a heaven that sent people to the peak of glory with loud cheers.
It was also the best hunting ground for lone hunters like Meng Chao.
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