Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"This is--"

All the rat people in the dungeon were dumbfounded.

Especially those who stayed in the dungeon for several days and watched Meng Chao's body covered in bruises and soaked in sewage for several days.

They thought they knew this dying black-haired rat people very well.

It wasn't until this moment that I realized how wrong I was!

Meng Chao didn't want to waste any energy and time on them.

Slowly picking up and devouring the fried mandala fruit left by the giant rat man, Meng Chao continued to think about his next plan.

It's not a problem to get rid of the giant rat people.

The problem is that he doesn't want to be too loud.

Because, an outstanding man like him is like a firefly in the dark night. Even if he reveals 1% of his edge, he may be spotted by a military noble with a strong background and get into many troubles.

No matter how strong the military background was, Meng Chao had the confidence to deal with them.

But he's running out of time.

Meng Chao knew from the memory fragments of his previous life that the supreme leader of the Turan civilization who presided over the Battle of Glory this time, that is, the "War Chief", was still from the Golden Clan.

Therefore, he had no time to stay in Blackhorn City, messing around with the bull-headed horse-faced, wild boar and wild elephants of the Bloodhoof clan.

We must get resources as soon as possible, heal injuries, obtain totems, restore strength, leave Black Point City, go to the center of Turanze, the main city of the Golden Clan, and find the supreme leader of Turan civilization!

In this case, it is extremely important to have a partner with equal strength who can get what they need.

"I don't know what happened to the leaves on it."

Meng Chao thought to himself, "Can he digest and absorb all the things I stuffed into his body, and can he find a suitable ace gladiator?"

Just as he was thinking, the sound of iron bars hitting the fence sounded above his head.

A dazzling light smashed straight into the darkness, sweeping back and forth on the faces and bodies of the Rat People.

In the end, he stayed on Meng Chao's body for an extra long time on the criss-crossed, densely packed wounds of different depths.

"So you are the 'Reaper'?"

A voice above asked, half impatiently, half sarcastically.

Meng Chao's heart skipped a beat and he nodded.

"Why is it called this name?"

The voice above suppressed a smile and asked, "Are you good at harvesting things, or are you often harvested?"

...

Meng Chao was half-lifted and half-stretched out of the dungeon by four rat servants on a simple stretcher woven from datura branches.

Although the posture is very awkward, he is not willing to waste half a drop of energy to change it.

Instead, it concentrates all psychic energy on the retina and cochlea, and collects all images and audio from all directions as much as possible.

The key is the details.

From the details that can be seen everywhere, a lot of information about a civilization can be inferred.

All the shorthand symbols left in the depths of the dungeon have been erased by him.

But the information about the Turan civilization had already been deeply engraved in Meng Chao's mind.

At this moment, according to the latest observed details, he added the following information in his brain:

"The most important military facility of the Turan civilization, the 'Arena', is comparable in size to the 50,000-person football field of the people on Earth, or even larger.

"These ancient and majestic buildings are all made of huge rocks cut very precisely, just like pyramids.

"However, between the rocks, a large amount of the gum of the Datura tree was added as an adhesive.

"And in the key parts of the overall structure, huge mandala trees have sprung up from the ground.

"The mandala tree, which is 100 meters high, and the branches covering hundreds of meters, form natural columns, beams and ceilings, ensuring that the entire giant building can stand for thousands of years.

"This extremely clever construction method seems to use biochemical technology that transcends the times. A part of the building is not built out, but 'grows' directly from the ground.

"I don't think the current Turan civilization has such technology.

"It can also be heard from the chatter of the audience from afar that the dozens of arenas in Blackhorn City have a history of at least thousands of years, even tens of thousands of years ago, 'a gift from the ancestors'.

"Does this mean that the ancestors of the Turan people once created a splendid civilization, far more advanced than the current clan era?

"It's very possible.

"Because in Blackhorn City, there are dozens of arenas with a scale of more than 30,000 to 50,000 people.

"It means that this city has at least millions of permanent residents. When the era of glory comes, fighters from various towns and settlements will gather here, and the population will increase by five times or even ten times.

"The size of a city is closely related to the advanced level of civilization.

"It's hard to imagine that a clan civilization in the Middle Ages could have more than one splendid city with a population of millions or even tens of millions.

"It is said that every big city in Turanze is very ancient, and it was built by the 'ancestor spirit' whom the Turan people revered very much.

"Ancestral Spirit, an extremely important and sacred word in Turan language.

"It seems to have passed away long ago, and it seems to still control the life and death, honor and disgrace, fate and everything of the Turan people.

"What would the ancestors of the Turan people look like?"

Thinking this way, Meng Chao saw Ye Zi.

Compared with the time when he left the dungeon, the mouse people boy at this moment can be described as completely new.

He put on an armor tanned with buffalo hide, with a bone blade across his waist, with his head held high and his chest held high, without any of the youthfulness and panic he had just fallen into a dungeon.

"Master Harvester!"

As soon as she saw Meng Chao, Ye Zi beamed with joy and came up to meet him.

However, when he saw Meng Chao's injury clearly, he was shocked again.

In the depths of the dungeon, the light was dim, and most of Meng Chao's body was submerged in the sewage, so he couldn't see clearly.

Now with the help of the strong sunlight, Ye Zi really knew how badly Meng Chao was hurt.

He couldn't help but wonder, what kind of material did Lord Reaper use to cast the monster? It was so badly injured, but it could still stimulate the shining lines and arrows in his body, helping him to be reborn and reborn from the ashes.

Simply, amazing!

"Are you all right?"

Ye Zi hurried forward and carefully supported Meng Chao, "You need treatment!"

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

In fact, with so much energy collected from the fried mandala fruit these days, it has long been possible to deal with the seemingly shocking skin trauma.

The reason why he didn't do this was because he wanted to use the energy to repair more important organs and spiritual veins.

On the other hand, Meng Chao didn't want others to know how fast his wound healed.

Single-handedly, go deep into Turanze full of variables, the more cards in your pocket, the better.

If possible, he really wanted to appear in front of King Turan, the war chief, in this wounded and dying form!

"Tell me about your situation first."

Meng Chao looked at Ye Zi's smug look, and smiled, "It seems that you have found a suitable gladiator."

"That's right, according to your instructions, after I arrived at the boot camp, I distributed my fried mandala fruit to the thinnest and oldest rat servants who seemed to be bullied by many people to eat. Pretending to be pitiful, he really told me a lot about the Blood Skull Arena and the Ace Gladiator!"

Ye Zi widened her big bright eyes, looked at Meng Chao with admiration, and said, "But, Lord Reaper, how do you know that such a handyman is the most well-informed and willing to tell me?"

"It's very simple."

Meng Chao explained, "Since he is the thinnest mouseman handyman with a face that has been bullied, he obviously doesn't have enough to eat at ordinary times, so he can easily be bribed by a few fried mandala fruits.

"The fact that he is older means that he has stayed in the Bloodskull Arena for a longer period of time, so he naturally has a better chance of getting in touch with gossip here.

"Also, the older rat people, when they see a little guy like you, it is easy to take care of you like a nephew. Seeing that you are so thin, telling you some information so that you have a chance to save your life is regarded as Human nature."

"I see."

Ye Zi scratched his head and said, "Anyway, I found out that in the last six months of the Blood Skull Arena, there are a total of four 'aces' who have won 30 to 50 games in a row. The 'Master Ice Storm' I am following now, She is the one who best meets the requirements of Lord Harvester, the most withdrawn, and the most out of gregarious one, and she also encountered a small trouble."

"Don't worry, speak slowly."

Meng Chao said, "I was in the dungeon, and I had heard the name 'Ice Storm', and knew that she was a snow leopard female warrior from the Golden Clan, and belonged to outsiders in Blackhorn City—but the Turan people don't seem to be xenophobic, at least in the Within the five major clans, only strength speaks, and there is no serious discrimination. There are many gladiators in the Bloodhead Arena, and they are all outsiders. Why is she out of the group?"

"Because she is unwilling to formally join a certain family through the 'Blood Giving Ceremony'."

Ye Zi said, "Most of the outsiders in Blackhorn City broke with the past through the blood giving ceremony, joined a brand new family, and became a member of the Bloodhoof Clan.

"It's the same for the foreign gladiators in the Bloodskull Arena, whether it's lion people, tiger people, lizard people or wolf people.

"In order to become new members of the bloodhoof clan's military aristocracy that has been passed down for thousands of years, many foreign gladiators are on the arena, fighting to the death and bleeding.

"Only this Lord Icestorm is extremely arrogant. I heard that even the owner of the Bloodskull Arena, the Bloodhoof family who is qualified to be named as a clan, extended an olive branch to her. She dismissed it and came to Noire City has not joined any family for so long!

"Although it is a great shame for us rat people to run away or raise our hands to surrender.

"But for the lords who are born with the blood of glory, it is a privilege allowed by the ancestors to express their surrender to the strong who defeated them, and to change the clan. Many clan lords do this.

"Master Ice Storm is unwilling to perform the blood giving ceremony. Those foreign gladiators who have changed their sects are a little embarrassed. They don't know how to face Lord Ice Storm!"