The Earth People are so Fierce

Rat people are not "rat people".

Unlike the purebred species such as "Ratman", "Tauren", and "Boarman", Ratman is an out-and-out mixed species.

At first, it was because of the cowardice and escape of the scavenger in a battle of glory thousands of years ago that led to the failure of the entire war.

The rat people were hated by all Turan people, and they believed that there was unclean blood flowing in their bodies, and they were neither worthy of the blessings of the ancestors, nor were they qualified to use the power of totems.

Together, the five clans exiled all the rat people and drove them to the poor mountains and rivers on the edge of Turanze, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Gradually, the Turans deported the cowardly, the weak, the surrender, and the runaway from their respective ethnic groups under the name of "the courageless rat generation" and deported them to the exile of the rat people.

In order to survive, these shameless cowards and runaways had to hug the rat people to keep warm, and even intermarried with each other to thrive.

-There is no way, except for those who are sick and pity each other, they really can't find noble Turan warriors to continue their humble bloodline.

In this way, from generation to generation, the characteristics of different ethnic groups continue to blend and mutate.

Today, the appearance of the rat people has been very different.

The true "pure blood rat man" has long been out of existence.

The vast majority of rat people, more or less, will show the characteristics of tauren, wild boar, savage elephant, and even golden lion, lizard, and jackal.

Moreover, because the characteristics of too many ethnic groups conflict with each other, most of the characteristics are offset.

Their hair was constantly falling off, their skin was smooth and delicate, and they looked a bit like a blond barbaric on the fertile soil north of Turanze, which is known to be illuminated by the eternal light.

That's the case with Ye Zi and his brother.

Except for the gray-brown curly hair, the tail that shrunk into a small ball, and the pointed ears, they really looked like barbarians mixed in with the Turan.

This appearance is also one of the important reasons why the rat people suffer from discrimination.

Therefore, Ye Ye has seen all kinds of strange-shaped rat people.

From a height that can be more than an arm, the original "pure blood rat man" is like a big rat standing up by a human.

To have the blood of a man like a man, who is more than three arms tall, a large head that can swallow more than a dozen mandala fruits in one meal.

From bulging fangs, to big horns soaring into the sky, to being covered with long hairs, scales and carapace.

From the wings to the scorpion tail.

He has seen all kinds of rat people who can change their skin color at will and make all kinds of mimicry like chameleons, and have a natural hallucinogenic ability.

But I have never seen a guy with no variegated hair and eyes, as dark as a starless night.

Moreover, except for his hair and beard, his skin was smoother and paler than the leaves and his brother, showing a swollen to translucent texture, just like a floating corpse soaked in a swamp.

"poor guy!"

Ye Zi couldn't help thinking, "How much sin should he suffer from such an ugly appearance!"

There is also discrimination among rat people.

The rule is, whoever has more obvious animal characteristics, and less like a bald human being, who has less timidity, despicableness, lowliness, and unclean blood in his body, the more noble.

Conversely, the smoother the skin, the fewer hairs and animal characteristics, the more timid, despicable, lowly and unclean, and the less worthy of regaining the blessing of the ancestral spirit, the supreme glory, and the protection of the totem.

Of course, the more you should be discriminated against.

Since childhood, Ye Zi and his elder brother have always suffered for the appearance of cool human beings.

Even the mother who loves them from the heart can't help but sigh when seeing the naked appearance of the two brothers.

Worried about their future, I'm afraid they won't find a good furry girl.

But compared with the guy in front of him, even the leaves that have not yet grown full of hair can be called full of animalism.

"Which clan's blood is flowing in his body?"

Ye Zi thought, "Between the Leopard Man and the Bear Man, there are warriors with jet black hair, but after continuous mixing, there are very few people who are like this guy, without the slightest variegated color.

"Moreover, apart from black hair and black eyes, he doesn't have the slightest features of a leopard or a bear.

"At first glance, he looks like a bare worm, an ugly human, too weak.

"It's just that, where is such a weak guy so badly hurt?"

The ugly rat people with black hair and black eyes, criss-crossed, densely packed, and covering the whole body are so serious that Ye Zi has never seen it before.

He seemed to have been bitten by a hundred hungry totem beasts.

In the deepest part of the dungeon, he was soaked in rancid sewage for ten days and nights.

He couldn't find half a piece of good meat all over his body.

It's either a high swelling, or a wound that opens like a baby's lips.

For some reason, the wound did not rot.

Probably because the blood inside had already drained, leaving only an empty body.

Even the little bug that can devour courage and soul dismissed him.

No one, even a clan warrior with the power of a totem, can survive such a serious injury.

"He... long ago died, right?"

Ye Ye found, staring straight at his dark eyes for a long time, without blinking, motionless, the light inside had already solidified.

The shriveled chest of the ugly rat people has long ceased to fluctuate.

The nostrils near the surface of the sewage can't spray out half of the weak airflow, making a slight ripple.

The leaves can't even feel the slightest anger or temperature.

Except that it hasn't decayed, this is an out-and-out corpse.

just…

I don't know if it's dazzled.

Suddenly, Ye Zi saw that there seemed to be a cluster of scarlet hyphae flashing in a bone-bearing wound near the heart of the black-haired ratman.

Ye Zi was taken aback, rubbing his eyes, watching intently, but didn't see anything.

Ye Zi became frightened.

He knew what was going on.

The black rat people were infected with the plague.

Therefore, the other rat people were afraid like a tiger and did not dare to approach.

The plague is probably the only thing the Turan Warriors fear.

Not afraid of death.

On the contrary, the plague is invisible, and it is difficult to find a specific way to fight the plague happily.

Besides, infected with the plague, lying on the sickbed wailing, struggling, and alive.

This is really the most humiliating way to die.

The black-haired ratman looked so ugly, and almost out of all he was infected with a weird plague, naturally no one dared to come forward and touch his corpse.

As for the clan lords, why didn't they throw this corpse out so as not to infect all the rat people in the entire cage?

Haha, noble lords, don't care about the little fate of a caged rat inhabitant.

In case the whole caged rat population is infected, it is a big deal to let them fend for themselves, and then burn the depths of the dungeon to completely bury it.

This is the simplest and most effective way.

The leaves retreated subconsciously.

But behind him was the hungry red-eyed rat people.

And he stayed too long beside the black rat people.

His legs are covered with small wounds left over the past few days.

Soaked in sewage like the wounds of the black rat people.

If the black rat people are really infected with the plague, their bodies are full of bugs that can devour courage and soul.

These little worms could just follow the sewage and get into his body.

Besides, where can I go back?

The entire dungeon was knee-deep sewage, and there was no dry place.

Even if you squeeze through the red-eyed rat people and run to another corner, can you avoid the invisible bugs?

Ye Ye was completely desperate when he realized this.

He sat down beside the corpse of the black-haired rat man.

"Mom, is this my destiny? In a dark dungeon, like this ugly uncle with black hair and eyes, he died silently, soaking the body in sewage, slowly decomposing, and being bit by bite by the bugs Swallowed?

"fair enough.

"Although this method of death, you definitely can't enter the Temple of Glory.

"But didn't mother also go to the Temple of Glory?

"Mom, no matter where you are, no matter how dark, scary and harsh the place you go, I just want to be with you."

The leaf slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

The muscles that had been tight for several days slowly relaxed.

He wanted to lie flat beside the corpse of the black-haired rat-man, letting the sewage and darkness never pass his own nose and mouth.

"Clang clang!"

Suddenly there was the sound of a metal rod hitting the iron fence.

Then came a strong to smelly aroma.

It is the taste of fried mandala fruit.

dinner time!

Although he doesn't care about the life and death of Rat People.

But it is hard to get them here, even if they die, they have to squeeze their use value, rather than starve to death in vain.

A large basket of hot fried mandala fruit shook from the hole above the cage.

The red-eyed rat people who smelled the scent, like the hyena that found the corpse, ignored the good show of the leaves and the black-haired rat people, their eyes lit up, and they rushed towards the food that fell from the sky.

"Guru—"

I don't know if it is a fragrant or a stinky smell, like a python, along the nose, throat and chest, got into the leaf's intestines and stomach, and tossed hard.

Ye Zi clutched his hungry belly, curled up into a ball in the sewage, struggling violently.

In a trance, hallucinations appeared before his eyes.

It doesn't seem to be frying at will, the crudest fried mandala fruit.

Instead, my mother finely shredded, soaked in mountain springs, and picked more than a dozen wild flowers and wild fruits, ground them into powder and sauce, and carefully cooked them. The best fried mandala noodles in the world.

I really want to eat the deep-fried mandala noodles made by my mother.

Really Want.

Think about it, think about it, think about it.

Ye Ye's eyes were also faintly red.

It's like being in the deepest part of the dungeon, staying for dozens of days, even decades of red.

With all his strength, he punched his stomach severely, and forced himself to sit up out of the sewage with severe pain.

"Do not!

"I can't be like this ugly uncle, in the depths of darkness, silently die!

"try again!

"As long as I can eat a deep-fried mandala fruit, I can recover a bit of strength and have the hope of living.

"I can do it, huhu, I must do it!

"I want to live, I want to become stronger, I want to kill the horned tauren warrior and all bloodhoof warriors, I want to find An Jia and rescue her.

"I want—eat the fried mandala fruit made by my mother!"