Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Although they lost three team battles in a row, because they were all judged by the adjudicator, Ice Storm is still a big favorite in the Bloodskull Arena.

And, as the number of servants she can command dwindles, her combat prowess becomes more and more important.

There are still many people who are very optimistic that she can win the next victory.

Among them, Kasava Bloodhoof was included.

The bull-headed nobleman was very curious about how the Ice Storm was going to counterattack and create a miracle.

Unfortunately, because there were only thirty servants, Ice Storm got them all to Ace's private training camp for mysterious special training.

Out of respect for Trump.

Even if Kasava is the adjudicator of the Bloodskull Arena, he cannot rashly spy on and interfere with the special training of the Ice Storm.

He can only learn about the situation of the newly formed team of Ice Storm through the rat people's handyman who prepares food, secret medicine and training equipment for Ice Storm.

However, he was dumbfounded by the information he got from the mouth of the rat people's handyman, and he couldn't believe it for a long time.

"What, Ice Storm didn't choose the strongest ratmen in the boot camp and the best performers in the 'Path of Glory'?

"Except for the weak boy with the best performance, she chose almost all of them with average grades, neither tall nor short, ordinary people?

"She even scooped up a group of guys who didn't go through the survival of the fittest and looked weak from the depths of the dungeon?

"And for these guys, there is no earth-shattering special training, on the contrary, their training volume is much less than that of other gladiator servants?

"But, it's such an easy training, it actually made these guys... cry?"

Rao is that Kasava followed his chieftain father and saw all kinds of weird things in and out of Black Point City.

The way Ice Storm selected and trained the servants still amazed him.

Even the Rat People are Turanians.

After a little training, she actually shed tears?

Ancestor spirits, what kind of treasures are these guys!

After thinking about it carefully, Kasava couldn't help laughing.

"Ice Storm should give up, right?"

He said to himself, "Ice Storm has given up the dream of becoming a general in charge, and decided to fall into my arms and become my lieutenant general and concubine.

"It's just that, she has always been proud and arrogant, she can't just admit defeat, she always has to deal with it indiscriminately, and finish the last game.

"Then, it is understandable to choose these weak guys.

"In this way, even if she really loses, it's not because of her command ability, but because these guys are really useless."

The bull-headed nobleman, who thought he had figured out the mind of the snow leopard female warrior, shook his head and smiled.

At this time, the mouseman handyman told him another very interesting thing.

"Ice Storm also chose a very strange guy, a ratman with black hair and black eyes, oh, it's him, isn't he dead yet?"

Kasava and Meng Chao met once.

It was more than half a month ago, a recruiting team from Black Point City went all the way south along the Bison River, went to dozens of rat villages on the bank of the river, and recruited cannon fodder, no, recruiting can bring the highest glory to the ancestors , A warrior who can also change his own destiny.

Rat people are not allowed to hunt.

But mandala fruit will always be tired of eating.

The fish, shrimps and crabs in the river became the rat people's best alternative to their staple food.

Many rat villages living along the river make their living from fishing.

In this recent era of prosperity, strange things have often been fished up from the Turan River and its tributaries.

For example, a metal plate with square characters branded on it.

There are also some that are very light, translucent, and will melt and smell burnt when put on fire, unlike glass bottles.

And this fishing village, just before the arrival of the recruiting team, caught a guy with black hair and black eyes from the bend of the most turbulent river.

No matter from any point of view, this mysterious man with black hair and black eyes should die beyond death.

But he still has his last breath.

The kind villagers left him behind.

When the recruiting team recruited enough young and middle-aged rat people from the village, they also found him.

Originally, this kind of wounded and dying living dead was not the object of recruitment.

But the shocking wounds on his body meant that he had just experienced a thrilling bloody battle.

A person who can leave so many wounds without dying is definitely a first-class warrior.

The Turanians worshiped warriors.

Plus his black hair and black eyes are so special.

The recruiting team took him back to Blackhorn City without any hassle, and fell into the deepest part of the Bloodskull Arena.

"This guy is probably not a pure Turanian."

Kasav thought to himself.

He couldn't think of any combination of the characteristics of several clans that could produce such a weird feature as "black hair and black eyes".

"Probably the product of Turanians, ogres, or even abyssal demons, a messy race, mixed blood many times."

It's not a big deal either.

Because the Turan people were originally a race with great ethnic differences.

Ten arms tall, with a proboscis and tusks, he looks like a towering elephant man.

And the Hummingbird Man, who is less than an arm's height and has translucent wings.

From the outside, it doesn't look like they are of the same race.

Add to this the constant mixing of blood between different clans.

Military aristocrats are better off, even if nobles from different clans want to marry, at least they should pay attention to some rules.

But those guys who were expelled from the clan and demoted to the rat people have no scruples.

Since glory cannot be captured, there is only one thing left in their lives, and that is reproduction.

Anytime, anywhere, and with whomever, breed crazily.

The so-called "rat people" not only refers to them as cowardly as mice, but also represents their terrifying ability to reproduce.

The prosperous era that lasted ten palm years provided great convenience for this kind of deformed reproduction.

Even the ancestral spirits may not be able to imagine what will be born after hundreds of rounds of breeding between different ethnic groups.

After the call-up order was issued, many Turan warriors with strange shapes continued to gather in Blackhorn City.

Many mixed-race warriors looked like descendants of Elephants and Hummingbirds, and even Kasav was shocked when he saw them.

In short, under normal circumstances, the Turan people do not particularly discriminate against mixed races.

"No discrimination" means that mixed-race people are still eligible to enter the foundry or arena, and squeeze out their last drop of blood and sweat for the glory of the ancestors and clan lords.

He is qualified to use his own corpse to pave the way to victory.

It's not like in the "Land where the Holy Light Eternally Shines", when you see aliens, you scream and want to send the aliens to the stake.

On this point, Turan civilization is relatively open and tolerant.

Even if they are mixed with ogres or abyssal demons, at best, they are treated like ordinary rat people.

As long as they are strong enough to bring victory after victory, they still have the chance to be recognized by a certain clan, be given a drop of glorious blood of military nobles, and become a member of the clan.

Unless it is mixed with the lunatics who believe in the Holy Light in the "Land of the Holy Light Eternal Shining".

That's another story.

But black hair and black eyes and blonde hair and blue eyes are two completely different characteristics.

Moreover, this guy's skin color was neither the deadly paleness of the Holy Light Human Race, nor the emerald green of the Elven Race.

Kasava didn't feel that he had been illuminated by the damned holy light, even in the blink of an eye.

Kasava became interested.

Ask the Rat People servants how Meng Chao is doing under Ice Storm's hands.

The answer of the mouseman handyman made him fall into deep confusion again.

"Just...eating and sleeping?"

Kasava frowned and said, "Can one person eat the food of five or six people, fall asleep after eating, and continue to gobble up after waking up?

"He eats a lot, which is a characteristic of a warrior, but didn't he have any training?

"No, not at all, you have never seen this guy with black hair and black eyes, picked up a stone ax once, and lifted a log?

"What about his injury, has he recovered?

"Oh, the wounds on the skin and flesh have scabbed, but he still looks so weak that he can be blown down by a gust of wind. When you saw him, he was still staggering when he walked, and he stopped to take a few breaths at every turn. Breathing heavily, coughing so loudly that you can’t even stand up?”

Kasava was disappointed.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense.

Even if he has the blood of an ogre, he was once a victorious warrior.

After suffering such a serious injury, and soaking in the bison river for an unknown period of time, no matter how powerful the strength is, it should have leaked completely along the wound.

The warriors of the past have become out-and-out trash.

"It seems that there is no suspense in tomorrow's game."

Kasava Bloodhoof shook his head and sighed.

...

The mouseman boy twisted his flexible and strong waist almost three hundred and sixty degrees.

The limbs were extended by half an arm by a degree visible to the naked eye.

With the explosion of muscles all over his body, he spun like a hurricane.

Even the stone ax in his hand was made of fine steel. The sharp edge of the heavy-duty battle ax drew a fierce arc, and split a mandala stump wrapped in rhinoceros leather armor into two pieces. .

The upper half of the stump immediately rose into the sky like a severed head.

The Ratman boy let out a low growl, brandished a stone axe, and jumped onto the tree stump. The tomahawk burst out dozens of dazzling sharp edges in an instant, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, and chopped the stump into dozens of pieces. Wood fragments larger than the size of a fist.

All the Rat People servants around burst into astonishing cheers.

Even the ice storm in the distance, the eyes are slightly bright.

In mid-air, neither the man nor the tree stump had any leverage.

It is not easy to achieve such an effect.

No wonder the rat boy was ecstatic after landing.

"I did it, Lord Reaper, did you see it? I did it!" Ye Zi cheered Meng Chao.

"I saw it, well done."

Meng Chao smiled all over his face.

I thought, "It seems that there is no suspense in tomorrow's game."