The Earth People are so Fierce

"this is-"

All the rat people in the dungeon were stunned.

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

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

Only at this moment did I realize that I was so wrong!

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

Slowly picking up and devouring the deep-fried mandala fruit left by the giant rat people, Meng Chao continued to figure out his next plan.

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

The problem is that he doesn't want to be too high-profile.

Because a man as outstanding as him is like a firefly in the night, even if 1% of his sharpness is exposed, he may be favored by military aristocrats with strong background and get into many troubles.

Despite the strong military aristocracy, Meng Chao is confident to deal with it.

But he has no time.

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

Therefore, he has no spare time to stay in Pointe-Noire and mess around with the bull-headed horse-faced and wild boar elephants of the Bloodhoof clan.

It is necessary to obtain resources as soon as possible, heal the wounds, obtain the totem, restore the strength, leave the city of Noire, head to the center of Turanze, the main city of the Golden Clan, and find the highest leader of Turan civilization!

In this case, a person of equal strength and able to obtain the required collaborators is extremely important.

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

Meng Chao thought to himself, "Can he put my brain into his body and digest them all, and can he find a suitable ace gladiator?"

Just thinking about it, the sound of an iron rod hitting the fence sounded above his head.

A dazzling light smashed the darkness straightly, sweeping across the faces and bodies of the rat people.

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

"So you are the'Reaper'?"

There was a voice above, half impatient, half asking sarcastically.

Meng Chao's heart moved and nodded.

"How could it be called this name?"

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

…

Meng Chao was half-lifted and half-supported to get out of the dungeon by using a simple stretcher woven from mandala branches by four handymen.

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

Instead, it concentrates all the psionic energy on the retina and cochlea, collecting all the 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.

The shorthand symbols remaining deep in the dungeon have been completely erased by him.

However, information about Turan civilization has long 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 ‘Gladi’ arena, is comparable to a football field with 50,000 people on Earth, or even larger.

"These ancient and majestic buildings are all made of very precise cut giant rocks, like pyramids.

"However, between the rocks, a large amount of mandala tree gum was added as a binder.

"And in the key part of the overall structure, there are huge mandala trees standing up from the ground.

"The mandala tree with a height of 100 meters and the branches covering a radius of hundreds of meters form natural columns, beams and ceilings, ensuring that the entire huge building can stand for thousands of years.

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

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

"You can also hear the chatter of the audience from far away. The dozens of arenas in Pointe Noire have at least thousands of years of history, even tens of thousands of years ago, "gifts 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 age?

"This is very likely.

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

"This means that this city has at least millions of permanent residents. When the Glory Era comes, soldiers from various towns and settlements will gather here, and the population will skyrocket five or even ten times.

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

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

"It is said that every big city in Turanze is very old and was built by the ‘ancestral spirit’ that the Turanese people admire so much.

"Ancestral spirit, a very important and very sacred word in Turan.

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

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

Thinking about this, Meng Chao saw Ye Zi.

Compared with the time when he left the dungeon, the Ratman boy at this moment is completely new.

He put on a armor tanned with wild cowhide, with a bone blade across his waist, with his head held up and his chest high, he was not at all the green and flustered that he had just fallen into the dungeon.

"Master Reaper!"

As soon as she saw Meng Chao, Ye Ye frowned and greeted him.

However, when he saw Meng Chao's injury clearly, he was taken aback.

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

Now with the strong sunlight, Ye Zi truly knew how much Meng Chao was hurt.

I can't help but exclaim, what kind of material the Reaper is used to cast the monster, so badly injured, it can stir the shiny lines and arrows in his body, help himself reborn, reborn from the ashes.

Simply amazing!

"Are you okay?"

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

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

In fact, with so much energy collected from deep-fried mandala fruits these days, the seemingly shocking skin trauma can long ago be dealt with.

The reason for not doing this is that on the one hand, 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 wounds healed.

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

If possible, he really wants to appear in front of King Turan, the war chief, with this bruised and dying appearance!

"Let's talk about the situation on your side first."

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

"Yes, I followed your instructions. After arriving at the boot camp, I distributed my fried mandala fruit to the thinnest, oldest, and seemingly bullied by many people. Pretending to be pitiful in front of him, he really told me a lot about the Blood Skull Arena and the Ace Gladiator!"

Ye Ye glared at Meng Chao with big shiny eyes, and said, "But, Master Reaper, how do you know that such a handyman is the most well-informed, and would you like to tell me?"

"It's very simple."

Meng Chao explained, “Since he is the thinnest rat-man handyman and has a face of being bullied, he is obviously not full of food at ordinary times, and it is easy to be bought by a few fried mandala fruits.

"And his older age means that he has been in the Blood Skull Arena for a longer time, and he naturally has more chance to get in touch with the gossip here.

"Also, the older rat people, seeing a little guy like you, can easily take care of you like a nephew, and seeing you so thin, telling you some information, giving you a chance to save your life, it is all considered to be Human nature."

"That's it."

Ye Zi scratched his head and said, "In short, I have found out clearly. In the Blood Skull Arena in the past six months, there are a total of four'aces' who have won thirty or fifty games in a row. The'Ice Storm Master' I am following now, It is the one that best meets the requirements of the Reaper, the most withdrawn, and the least gregarious. Moreover, she has encountered a little trouble."

"Don't worry, speak slowly."

Meng Chao said, "I have also heard the name'Ice Storm' in the dungeon. I know that she is a snow leopard female warrior from the Golden Clan, and belongs to outsiders in Pointe Noire—but the Turan people do not seem to be exclusive, at least in the top five. Within the clan, speaking only by strength, there is no serious discrimination. There are many gladiators in the Blood Skull Arena, all of whom are outsiders. Why is she not gregarious?"

"Because she is not willing to formally join a family through the'Blood Offering Ceremony'."

Ye Zi said, "The outsiders in Pointe Noire, mostly through the blood-giving ceremony, cut off from the past, joined a brand-new family and became a member of the Bloodhoof clan.

"The foreign gladiators in the Blood Skull Arena, whether they are lion, tiger, lizard, or jackal, are like this.

"In order to become a new member of the military aristocracy that has been passed down for thousands of years in the Bloodhoof clan, many foreign gladiators are on the arena, fighting to the death and to death.

"Only this Lord Ice Storm is extremely arrogant. I heard that even the owner of the Blood Skull Arena, the Bloodhoof Family, who is qualified to be named a clan, extended an olive branch to her. Pointe-Noire hasn't joined any family for so long!

"Although it is a great shame for us to flee or raise our hands to surrender.

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

"Master Ice Storm is unwilling to perform the blood-giving ceremony. Those foreign gladiators who have changed their doors are unavoidably embarrassed, and they don't know how to face Master Ice Storm!"