Ice Storm's words struck a chord in Meng Chao's heart.
Even though Meng Chao did not believe in the "blessings and curses of the ancestors", it was a superstition.
But in a more scientific way, the operating system of the totem armor had a safety measure that had to be bound to the user's genes. It could only be activated when the user detected the genes of the Turanians, and it could safely and stably release 100% of its fighting strength.
It had to be known that even the motorized armor in Dragon City had fingerprint and iris detection functions.
Since the totem armor was much more advanced than the motorized armor, could any Tom, Dick, or Harry use it?
Of course, the genes of Earthlings and high-grade orcs were definitely related.
Otherwise, Turanze's medicine would not have been so effective on him, an Earthling.
Perhaps they were both the descendants or test subjects of the "mother" and the "ancients". They were brothers who came from the same source.
But before he prepared enough cultivation resources and recovered to Heaven Realm, Meng Chao did not want to take the risk.
He did not absorb the totem armor.
But he did not bring it back to the Blood Skull Coliseum either.
Because when the totem armor solidified and hardened, it was too big, and its shape was irregular. It was unique, so no matter how he wrapped it, he could tell that it was armor.
The Blood Skull Coliseum was Casava's territory.
Ice Storm had reminded him yesterday that Casava had his eyes on him.
There was no way he could have killed Casava's subordinates and snatched their treasures. Then, he would have brought the treasures with him and swaggered around right under Casava's nose.
So, Meng Chao placed the totem armor outside the coliseum in a safe and hidden place.
If he really wanted to absorb the totem armor, he did not want to do it in the Blood Skull Coliseum.
Otherwise, if there was an accident during the absorption, and the totem power leaked out in some mysterious way and was detected by Casa, wouldn't that be the end of him?
"Then, can the races other than the Turanians wear the totem armor?"
Meng Chao asked Ice Storm for advice.
He had a vague feeling that the Hailstorm was neither surprised nor angry that he had killed Big Buck. In fact, there was even a faint sense of joy and trust in him.
It was as if Ice Storm had truly accepted him into the same camp through this "proof of loyalty", and they could work together on a deeper level.
"Yes!"
Sure enough, the Ice Storm answered him without hesitation, "Although all the warriors, priests, and chiefs say that the totem armor is a gift from the ancestors, and only the warriors with the purest bloodline, the noblest character, and the most honorable warriors deserve to have it, those lowly people and outsiders with filthy blood in their veins are not qualified to touch the power of the totem armor. Forcibly touching it will only tarnish the glory of the ancestors, which will lead to the thunderous wrath of the ancestors and the cruelest punishment.
"However, I have to tell you that they are all farting.
"As long as one has enough power and will to fight, anyone can become the master of the totemic armor. It doesn't matter if it's the lowliest Rat Folk, the grotesquely shaped Ogres, or even the Skeleton Soldiers. Even if it's our mortal enemy of thousands of years, the Holy Light Humans, they can do it.
"Of course, the Holy Light Humans have their own beliefs, and they will definitely not be willing to easily implant the totemic armor, which is a creation of Chaos. But that's another matter.
"Speaking of which, if you're not from the Turanians, it will indeed be more difficult for you to put on the totemic armor. The attacks from the fierce souls in the armor will be more intense, and there's a higher chance that the armor will devour your flesh and mind. Then, you'll turn into the armor's puppet, which is the Origin Warrior.
"So, you didn't take the risk easily. That's the right thing to do. Otherwise, you might have already turned into a mixture of broken armor and grotesquely shaped flesh."
"I see …" Meng Chao was deep in thought.
Meng Chao thought about it. "Then, how can I reduce the risk of wearing the totem armor to the lowest level?"
"It's simple. Eat more Golden Fruits, totemic beasts' flesh, totemic beasts' cores, and secret medicine. Also, kill more people," the Ice Storm said.
"You can think of the totemic armor as a hungry monster that lives in your body and is filled with the desire to kill. You're its tamer.
"As long as you fill its stomach with more food and fight and kill more to vent its killing intent, it will be satisfied and won't think about attacking you. At the very least, it won't for the time being.
"But if you don't eat a lot of Golden Fruits and totemic beasts for a long period of time and you don't join any battles to fill its stomach, it will … eat you."
Meng Chao came to a realization.
Regardless of whether it was his previous life or his current one, the high-grade orcs were the most violent and warlike among the many civilizations in the Other World.
Including Dragon Citizens, all the other races joined the Other World War for the sake of victory.
But the high-grade orcs joined the Other World War for the sake of the war itself. It did not matter whether they won or lost.
Meng Chao had always been curious about how the high-grade orcs developed their personality of being indifferent to life and death and fighting whenever they were unhappy.
Once the Ice Storm explained it, he seemed to understand it a little.
Once the Ice Storm finished speaking, she walked to the backyard of the training ground.
There was an ice wall blocking the backyard. When she waved her hand, a huge crack appeared on the wall, revealing a natural ice storage inside.
The ice storage was filled with a lot of chilled Golden Fruits and frozen totemic beasts' meat.
There were also totemic beasts' cores that shone with a dazzling light. They looked like crystals and gems.
There were also hundreds of bottles and plastic soda bottles filled with secret medicine that were as sticky as honey and shone with a faint light.
The spirit energy that spread out from the cultivation resources was so thick that it could be seen with the naked eye. It was like semi-transparent vortexes that spun slowly in front of Meng Chao.
Meng Chao's breathing froze.
Every cell in his body was screaming crazily.
"These are the rewards from yesterday's victory. Aside from the usual rewards, I also placed a huge bet on myself. I bet that we could win this battle cleanly and cleanly," the Ice Storm said.
The Ice Storm said, "Also, because we won so beautifully, a lot of the audience cheered and rewarded us like crazy.
"With these resources, it doesn't seem to be enough to build the strongest fighting squad or faction in Turanze.
"But it's more than enough for one or two powerful fighters to push their fighting strength to the peak and do whatever they want."
Meng Chao's eyes shone.
The Ice Storm was going to tell him everything.
"So, if my guess is correct, you never thought about building a fighting squad or faction to command an army?" he asked the Snow Leopard Female Warrior.
"No."
The Ice Storm shook her head firmly. "I know very well that I don't have the talent to train soldiers and command squads. Besides, commanding a faction is a very troublesome thing. The more people I have, the more problems I have to consider when it comes to food, water, daily training, and stationing. As an outsider, I'm alone. It's impossible for me to rely on my own strength to support an army.
"I can only rely on Casava and bind myself to the Bloodhoof Family. In name, I'm the commander of a fighting squad, faction, and even a fighting squad, but in truth, I'm just a pawn of the Bloodhoof Family.
"The larger the army I command, the tighter this binding will be. I will never be able to break free.
"So, I never thought about being a commander. The reason why I joined the group battle was to get … the resources to build a faction and a bigger space to move around."
"And then?"
Meng Chao asked, not surprised. "What happens after I get enough resources and space?"
"After that, I escape from Black Horn City." The Ice Storm stared into Meng Chao's eyes.
"After escaping from Black Horn City, where do you go?" Meng Chao was not surprised by the Snow Leopard Female Warrior's answer. He continued to ask calmly.
"Pure Gold City!" The Ice Storm enunciated her final answer.
Meng Chao raised his eyebrows.
"What, are you afraid?" A hint of disappointment flashed in the Ice Storm's eyes.
"I'm not afraid. I'm just a little surprised."
Meng Chao smiled. "I didn't expect that we would have the same destination."
Pure Gold City was the main city of the Golden Clan, one of the five great clans.
It was also the most glorious city in all of Turanze.
There were five great clans in the Turan civilization.
But every time during the Glory Era, when the five clans fought for the supreme throne of war chief and the highest power to command the entire Turan army, only the Blood Hoof Clan and the Golden Clan could compete.
Among the other three clans, the Lightning Clan was mainly formed by the Winged Clan, who had the blood of eagles and eagles flowing in their veins. They came and went like the wind and were as fast as lightning.
But aerial power alone was not enough to decide the outcome of a war. Their weak ability in land battles meant that the Lightning Clan could not become the main force of the Turan army. They could only carry out reconnaissance, harassment, restraining, and special operations missions to enter the enemy's rear.
The Dark Moon Clan was formed by turtle-men, snake-men, crocodile-men, lizardmen, and other high-grade beastmen with reptilian bloodline.
They were the best at ambushing and assassination. They were the enemy's most terrifying nightmare on a dark, starless night.
But when tens of thousands of people charged at the same time on the battlefield, they lacked the ability to make the final decision, just like the Lightning Clan.
As for the Divine Wood Clan, there was no need to mention them. Strictly speaking, it was questionable whether they could be considered high-grade beastmen.
Many of the members of the Divine Wood Clan didn't look like beasts at all. Instead, they looked like human-shaped trees that could photosynthesize.
They were skilled in recovery and healing, not destruction and conquest. They were mainly in charge of healing and logistics in the Turan army. Naturally, they did not have the ability or ambition to compete for the throne.
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