Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Kasava was thinking hard about how to find out this dangerous person who sneaked into Blackhorn City and disguised himself as the messenger of the horned rat god, chopped it into meat paste, and buried it under the mandala tree.

Suddenly, he heard the tapping of a heavy cast iron crutch behind him.

Kasava's heart trembled, he hurriedly turned his head, and saluted respectfully: "Master Black Tooth!"

He couldn't help being disrespectful.

Although the visitor had an old face and a stooped figure, his body wrapped in a black hooded cloak seemed to be able to be blown down by a gust of wind, and he even had to use a crutch weighing hundreds of kilograms to barely maintain his balance.

But this priest named "Black Tooth" is one of the best legends in the Bloodhoof family in recent decades.

Black Tooth twenty years ago was not a priest.

But the most powerful warrior of the Bloodhoof family.

Even Kasava Bloodhoof grew up listening to the story of him beheading nine-headed dragons in the most turbulent vortex of the torrent during the flooding period of the Turan River.

And Black Tooth's original intention to kill the nine-headed dragon was neither to eliminate harm for the people, nor was it such a boring thing as killing dragons and eating meat.

He just heard that the nine-headed flood dragon can regenerate infinitely. As long as one of the nine heads is kept at will, even if the other eight are all cut off, they can grow a new one in a very short period of time, just like the tail of a gecko. head.

Black Tooth wanted to know if this was true.

"If the nine-headed dragon can regenerate infinitely, I will catch one and keep it in the family temple. In this way, I will have the freshest dragon brain to eat every day."

Black Tooth explained his purpose in this way.

As a result, he spent three days and three nights in the storm and roaring flood to prove that there is no such unscientific thing as "infinite regeneration" in the world.

He just chopped off the nine heads of the nine-headed flood dragon thirty or fifty times in turn, and the latter collapsed to the ground, collapsed and died.

"It's really boring. The speed of each rebirth is getting slower and slower. The head of the rebirth is getting smaller and smaller, and the dragon's breath it releases is getting weaker and weaker. After killing thirty or fifty times, the dragon breath it spouts The flames can't even burn my ox hair!"

Returning from the fierce battle, covered in blood, dragging a skinny dragon corpse and hundreds of black teeth from the dragon's head behind him, he said this to the high-ranking orcs in Blackhorn City.

This battle made Black Tooth famous.

Coupled with his distinctive appearance, as a tauren, in addition to the mighty and majestic horns, there are actually two black fangs that are sharper than the ligers and tigers.

The terrifying record and domineering appearance made the name of "Black Tooth" spread all the way from Black Point City to Chijin City, and everyone in Turanze knew his great reputation.

It's a pity, just like all Turan Xeons who try to go beyond the limit.

Black Tooth didn't care about anything else, and piled up totem armor on himself.

Hundreds of extremely ancient and powerful remnants are hidden in the layers of "thousand-year armor" and "thousand-year armor".

That is the blessing of the ancestors, but also the curse of the ancestors.

While bringing powerful skills to the totem warrior, it also lures the totem warrior into the abyss of madness step by step.

In the end, he completely lost himself and became a puppet of the totem armor.

That is the original warrior, the flesh and metal are completely blended together, the existence of human beings, ghosts and ghosts.

The remaining flesh and blood of most origin warriors cannot support the excessive devouring of the totem armor.

If the secret medicine is not used to seal them in time, they will be swallowed up by the totem armor in just a few days, at most three to five months, leaving only an empty skeleton.

Generally speaking, this kind of change is progressive and never backward.

It is easy to change from an ordinary warrior to an original warrior—just give up thinking, completely obey the instructions of the totem armor, and kill like crazy.

But there are almost no original warriors who can restore their minds and turn back to ordinary warriors.

The reason why I say "almost" is because Black Tooth is such a special case that never happens in a thousand years.

In the process of losing control of his mind, mutating his flesh and blood, and being completely eroded by the power of the totem, he unexpectedly interrupted the whole process abruptly by virtue of his supreme will.

As a result, only half of the body was fused with the metal, turning into a deformed and twisted monster.

The other half of the body, including the entire head, still maintains the normal appearance of the high-level orc.

And dragging such a strange body, he persisted step by step back to the family temple, and fell into the medicine jar filled with secret medicine.

The five priests of the Bloodhoof family worked together to seal the mutated half of Black Tooth's body, barely saving his life and mind.

Although this loss of control caused him to lose most of his combat effectiveness on the physical level.

But it was a blessing in disguise for him to have the ability to communicate deeply with the ancestral spirits and skillfully use multiple spiritual combat skills.

As a result, he changed his job from a warrior to a priest.

The sixth priest of the Bloodhoof family.

It is also within the family, no, it is the entire city of Noire, no, it is one of the most terrifying priests in the entire Turanze.

Although most of Blacktooth's face was shrouded in shadow under the hood.

Only one extremely sharp fang that seemed to be made of black iron was exposed.

And another tusk riddled with metal thorns.

But Kasava still felt that the casual gaze of the most terrifying priest in the family pierced through his chest and heart, making him even more afraid to speak out.

"Come with me, Kasava, there are many foreign gladiators in your blood skull arena. Perhaps your knowledge of them can help us."

Maybe it's because of Kasava, a rising star, that he sees the shadow of himself when he was young, but Black Tooth's attitude is very gentle.

Of course, Black Tooth's "gentleness" is only to slightly restrain the almost suffocating pressure to the point where Kasava can take a hard breath.

Kasava didn't dare to ask more questions, and followed the priest step by step to a secret room on the right side of the temple.

The material used to cast this secret room is the "cryolite" that is blue and covered with frost. Even in the hot summer, it always maintains zero degrees.

The entire secret room was filled with ice and mist, and the cold air was pressing.

On the wall on the left side of the secret room, there are all kinds of strange-shaped knives polished with metal and totem beast bones.

On the shelf on the right side, there are hundreds of colorful bottles of secret medicines with strange fragrance coming out through the cork.

In the middle is a stone platform engraved with a large number of cuneiform characters.

Lying on the stone platform was a disembowelled and dismembered corpse.

Kasava recognized the identity of the corpse from the still intact head.

"Crocodile head, is he dead too?"

Kasav frowned deeply.

The crocodile head is also the most vicious master among the younger generation of the Bloodhoof family.

His lineage had just joined the Bloodhoof family not long ago.

His father was originally a crocodile warrior from the Darkmoon clan.

Because of the disastrous defeat in the family struggle, he was exiled and came to Blackhorn City.

First he made a name for himself in the arena, and then received blood from the Bloodhoof family. He abandoned everything in the past and embarked on a new journey.

She even got the favor of a bull-headed female warrior with a particularly strong figure and a particularly attractive appearance in the Bloodhoof family.

This is how the "crocodile head" is a powerful existence that combines the two fierce bloodlines of the crocodile and the tauren.

The same as the younger generation in the family.

Kasava has fought against the crocodile head many times.

Although there are more wins and fewer losses, he also admits that Crocodile Head is a fairly good opponent.

It was worth using 70% of his strength to deal with it.

"Did the Tinhide family do it?" Kasava asked cautiously.

If the Ironhide family even kills the crocodile head.

The conflict between the two families is not so easy to resolve.

"No, the idiots of the Ironhide family, no matter how stupid they are, there is a limit. They know who can and cannot be killed."

Black Tooth said, "It was 'Night Demon' who did it."

"The messenger of the Horned Rat God?"

Kasava was taken aback again.

On the one hand, he was amazed at how tricky the target was, even a master like Crocodile Head could kill it.

On the other hand, he also wondered, "Isn't this guy usually kept alive? How could he kill the crocodile head?"

Although it was called "Night Devil" by the clan warriors who were frightened and angry.

But the envoys of the Great Horned Rat God rarely do things like exterminate them.

Kasava didn't think that this was kindness.

Keeping them alive and engraving bloody and shameful marks on their foreheads is simply more cruel than killing these warriors with a single knife.

"Maybe it's because the crocodile head accidentally killed a few rat people."

Hei Zi said indifferently, "You know that Crocodile Head is crazy and always ignores it. His totem combat skills have a large attack range. When the blood boils in the battle, he can kill those who don't have eyes and don't know how to dodge. What's so special about the rat people who have been smashed into meat paste and blood mist?

"I'm afraid, this is the point that provoked the 'Night Demon', and then killed him.

"It's also possible, because the strength of the crocodile head is too strong, there is no way to only injure and not kill, the opponent can only go all out and kill the killer.

"In any case, the death of the crocodile head finally brought us something of value, allowing us to outline the true face of the 'Night Demon'.

"Kasav, look here."

Black Tooth lifted the cast-iron crutches weighing several hundred kilograms, like lifting a light tree branch that had been eaten away by termites.

In the armpit of the corpse, lightly.

Kasava moved closer and narrowed his eyes.

Based on his experience in witnessing and even personally experiencing thousands of battles in the Bloodskull Arena.

It's obvious at a glance.

Although the crocodile's head is covered with huge and shocking wounds.

Many scars even cut off the bones and penetrated the internal organs. At first glance, it was horrible.

But with the extremely powerful vitality of the high-level orcs.

These serious injuries of broken tendons and fractures were not enough to kill the crocodile head.

The real, only fatal injury was the seemingly extremely small wound on the left armpit.

The opening is so small that it looks like it was lightly poked by a sharp cone.

The further you went in, the bigger the wound was. When it got close to the heart, it was as if someone cast a magic spell, stuffed a mace into the crocodile head's chest cavity, and spun it a hundred times fiercely.