The Earth People are so Fierce

Thinking of this, Meng Chao replied: "No matter how sharp the sword is, if it is kept in the scabbard, it will not be able to show the slightest power. Since I can no longer use these killing techniques, it is better to teach them to more Turan warriors. , So that the warriors can seize higher glory."

These words moved the ice storm.

She clapped her hands, summoned two rat-minders to serve her, and brought a lot of fried mandala fruit, condensed milk, and secret medicine prepared by witch doctors for Meng Chao.

Although fried mandala fruit has high calories, it is ordinary food after all, and the psychic energy per unit mass is not too rich.

For Meng Chao, who seems to have a bottomless pit in his body, no matter how many fried mandala fruits he eats, it is difficult to replenish all the combat power consumed by "Lysiya".

However, the condensed milk carefully refined with totem animal milk and oil contains psychic powers that are by no means inferior to Dragon City's best-quality high-energy nutrient concentrate concentrate.

And the high orcs have been able to rule the king in Turanze for thousands of years, and have contended with the holy light camp that has the protection of the gods. Their witch doctors, of course, are not only capable of pretending to be gods and ghosts.

Compared with Dragon City's genetic medicine, the secret medicine prepared by the Turan Witch Doctors contained a lot of impurities. When swallowed, it seemed like a magma ran down the throat and reached between the chest and abdomen, causing the internal organs to burn.

But after the power of the medicine penetrates the limbs, it can repair damaged cells at a speed visible to the naked eye, which is also genuine.

It's like a burning knife brewed in a private workshop, strong enough, strong enough, fierce enough, especially on top!

Ordinary and extraordinary people may not be able to withstand this secret medicine specially refined for higher orcs.

But Meng Chao took the super gene medicine "Hell's Blood" as a sugar-free drink.

The cell activity is far superior to the ordinary and extraordinary. He is not afraid of the side effects of Turan's secret medicine. He drank a bag full of emerald green secret medicine and groaned extremely refreshingly.

Perceiving that the power is spreading in the limbs, the damaged and withered spirit veins are like flood dragons awakened from hibernation, full and active again, Meng Chao feels that the collaborator in front of him is the right choice.

However, he did not mobilize psionic energy to the body surface to repair the skin trauma all over his body.

For the time being, he doesn't want anyone to discover that he has the ability to heal himself quickly.

It's better to make all the high-ranking orcs think that he is seriously injured and weak.

Ice Storm did not suspect that the "Reaper" in front of him was hiding his strength.

After all, judging from Meng Chao's apparent injuries, it is already a miracle of life that he can barely stand here.

The Snow Leopard female warrior is just curious: "Actually, you have such an ability to find the big players in the Blood Skull Arena, for example, Kassavar Bloodhoof.

"I believe this judge, and the bloodhoof clan behind him, can grant you more food and secret medicine, and can also ensure your safety in the territory of the bloodhoof clan."

The implication is, why do you, who can be a stranger, come to me as a little gladiator instead of looking for the true master of the Blood Skull Arena?

Meng Chao shrugged.

"A few days ago, I was dizzy, dying, couldn't even speak, and my mind was messed up, I haven't thought of so many things."

Meng Chao explained, "At that time, who would have believed a guy who was curled up in the deepest part of the dungeon, looked weird, and didn't know where he came from?

"What can I do to climb out of the dungeon and see the'Master Kassafa' you mentioned?"

"That's why you trained Ye Zi and used him to arouse the interest of the strong."

Ice Storm is not stupid. She instantly understood Meng Chao's intentions. She squinted her eyes and stared at Meng Chaodao. "So, now you have a chance to meet the powerful people in Pointe Noire. I need me to take you there. Lord Kassafa? His father is the current chief of the Bloodhoof clan, and he is also very likely to become the'war chief' and command the entire Turan army.

"As long as you dedicate these bark papers to him, and tell a few more combat skills, you will surely get rewards a hundred times more abundant than mine."

Meng Chao hesitated.

Still shook his head.

"What if Master Kassavar doesn't believe me?"

He pretended not to see that Ice Storm was testing himself, and said frankly, "After all, through observations during this period of time, I found that my black-haired and dark-eyed myself, and most of the rat people and clan warriors, look like They are all different, they are out-and-out aliens.

"In case Master Kasava doubts my origins and motives and insists on telling me everything, but I really can't remember, what should I do?

"Or, Master Kassavar felt that instead of giving me food and secret medicine, it would be better to put me in a ghastly black prison and use the most cruel means to torture me, so that it would be more likely to squeeze out everything in my mind. Secret, what should I do?

"Although I, like all Turan warriors, are not afraid of death, I am tortured by torture and slowly torn to pieces by the rusty cold machinery, instead of being beheaded by the strong on the battlefield. The way to die is not the ending I want.

"So, I am more willing to follow Master Icestorm than Master Kassavar."

This is what Meng Chao said in his heart.

He had long known the names of the big men who controlled the Bloodhoof clan from the mouth of the rat people locked in the dungeon.

I also thought about whether to directly find these big figures, or even the current chief of the Bloodhoof clan, to cooperate.

However, the disparity in size between the two parties makes this cooperation impossible to have the slightest possibility of equality and mutual benefit.

It can only be the opponent who firmly occupies the home field advantage and strong position, and is extremely squeezed on him at all times.

Meng Chao doesn't like to negotiate cooperation with an aggressive and powerful party in this kind of underdog situation.

There is no guarantee that the other party will see him alone and will not have any other thoughts.

Besides, he knows the results of this "fighting of the five races" better than anyone.

For thousands of years, among the five clans, the overall strength has always been the runner-up. The literal "two-year-old" Bloodhoof clan has once again hit the throne of "war chief" without success, and can only obey the orders of the Golden clan.

If you can't even order the entire film of Turanze, what qualifications do you have to talk about cooperation with Meng Chao?

If Meng Chao wants to talk, he also needs to talk to the real big boss!

Thinking of this, his eyes became clearer and more open.

This magnanimity dispelled the last lingering doubts of Ice Storm.

Of course she knew that what the "reaper" in front of her said was not necessarily the truth-including loss of memory and identity.

More likely, there is something unspeakable about this guy, and he doesn't want to expose the true details in front of the big figures of the Bloodhoof clan.

Just like... myself.

However, this is not important.

In a sense, even better.

As long as this guy's combat skills are genuine and can see immediate results, Ice Storm is willing to give him everything he wants.

"I only have five days."

Ice Storm said, "Within five days, your combat skills can really make my soldiers advance by leaps and bounds?"

Meng Chao said, "It depends on what kind of soldier it is."

Ice Storm said: "Of course he is the strongest soldier."

Meng Chao slowly shook his head and said, "I'll be honest, you shouldn't choose the strongest soldier."

The ice storm was slightly startled, and curiously asked: "Why?"

"If I'm not mistaken, before the past few rounds of team battles, when selecting soldiers to form a team, you chose the strongest soldiers."

Meng Chao said calmly, "However, after the survival of the fittest and the selection of layers, the civic servants who are eligible to be seen by you should be almost the same in strength.

"The strongest cannot be twice as powerful as the thinnest. In chaotic teamfights, such individual differences are not the key to victory."

Ice Storm's curiosity hung up high, ignoring Meng Chao's scars of poking her three games in a row, and asked: "Then what is the key to victory?"

"will."

Meng Chao said, "No matter how strong the body is, there are limits, but the power of will may be endless."

Ice Storm frowned and said, "Isn't the strongest soldier the soldier with the strongest willpower?"

"It may be, or it may not."

Meng Chao explained, "You are a clan warrior with a glorious blood. Although you have the right to choose servants at will, you may never look up at the ray of light above your head from the deepest part of the dungeon. Therefore, you don’t know. How did the rat people who entered the deepest part of the dungeon climb up?

"Keeping thousands of rats and people together, using scarce food to trigger competition between us, using this method to survive the fittest, you can only select the most powerful soldiers, but you may not be able to select the best fighters.

"Suppose there is a rat people who curled up and shivered on the ground when their home was destroyed. All the clan warriors did not bother to kill such cowardly people, so they were unscathed. They survived the torture of the long journey and entered the dungeon because He was the least injured, grabbed the most food, and looked fat and strong on the surface-would he be the soldier that Master Ice Storm wanted?

"There is also a rat dweller. When his home was destroyed, he fought back and was seriously injured.

"When he was on a long journey, he rescued his companions despite the pain, and dragged a lot of rat people who were undoubtedly dead, and held on to Pointe Noire together. As a result, when he fell into the dungeon, his injuries broke out and he was no longer able to **** food.

"Isn't it a pity for such a warrior to die in the dungeon?

"And Master Ice Storm doesn't want to know how powerful fighting power will be stimulated by rescuing such a warrior from the dungeon and giving him enough food and treatment to heal him?"

Ice storm moved in his heart.

After losing three games in a row, she also vaguely felt that there was a problem with her selection criteria for soldiers.

And Kasava will definitely not let her win the final and most critical team battle smoothly.

No matter how strong the recruits she chose, they couldn't be stronger than the soldiers who had been witchcrafted and swallowed the secret medicine.

So, in the boot camp today, she only picked the leaves.

Counting the "reaper" in front of her, she still has twenty-eight servants.

Ice Storm pondered: "Then, how do I know who is only strong and strong, but who is extremely strong-willed?"