The Earth People are so Fierce

Chapter 955 No Suspense

Although they lost three team battles in a row, because they were all judged by the judge, Ice Storm is still a big hit in the Blood Skull Arena.

Moreover, as the number of servants she can command less and less, her combat effectiveness has become more and more important.

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

Among them, Kasava Bloodhoof is included.

The bull head nobleman was very curious about how Ice Storm was going to fight back and create miracles.

Unfortunately, because there were only 30 servants, Ice Storm took them all to a private training camp dedicated to trump cards for special training.

Out of respect for the trump card.

Even if Kasavar is the judge of the Blood Skull Arena, he cannot rashly spy on and interfere with the special training of 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, the information he learned from the rat people's handyman made him stunned and could not believe it for a long time.

"What, Ice Storm didn't choose the strongest in the boot camp and the most outstanding rat folks in the ‘Road to Glory’?

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

"She even went from the depths of the dungeon directly to a group of guys who looked weak and weak without survival of the fittest?

"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?

"And, with such a relaxed training, you actually gave these guys... practiced crying?"

Rao is the chief's father who followed him, and he has seen all kinds of weird things inside and outside the city of Pointe-Noire.

The way Ice Storm selects and trains his servants still amazes him.

Even the rat people are Turan people.

After a few training sessions, tears fell?

The ancestor spirit is on top, what kind of babies are these all!

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

"Ice Storm should have given up, right?"

He said to himself, "Ice Storm has given up the dream of becoming a single-handed general, and decided to put it in my arms and become my lieutenant and concubine.

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

"Then choosing these weak guys is understandable.

"In this way, even if she really loses, it's not a problem with her commanding ability, but these guys are really useless."

The bull head nobleman, who thought he had understood the thoughts of the snow leopard warrior, shook his head and smiled.

At this time, Ratman's handyman told him another interesting thing.

"Ice Storm also selected a very strange guy, a rat folk with black hair and black eyes. Oh, it's him, isn't he dead yet?"

Casava and Meng Chao once had a fate.

It was more than half a month ago, a recruiting team from Pointe-Noire went down the Bison River all the way to dozens of rat people villages on the banks of the river, and recruited cannon fodder. No, it was the ancestor spirit that was recruited to bring the highest glory. , A warrior who can change his own destiny.

Rat people are not allowed to hunt.

But mandala fruit is always boring.

The fish, shrimps and crabs in the river have become the best remedy for the rat people besides their staple food.

Many mouse villages living along the river depend on fishing for their livelihoods.

In this prosperous era, some weird things are often picked up from the Turan River and its tributaries.

For example, a piece of metal imprinted with square characters.

Some are very light and translucent. When burned on a fire, they will melt and give off a burnt smell, unlike glass bottles.

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

No matter from any angle, this mysterious person with black hair and black eyes should die too much.

But he still had one last breath.

The kind villagers kept him.

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

Originally, this kind of bruised and dying living dead was not the object of the conscription.

But the shocking wounds on his body represent that he has just experienced a thrilling **** battle.

A person who can leave so many wounds and not die is definitely a first-class warrior.

Turan people worship warriors.

Plus his black hair and black eyes are so special.

The enlistment team took him back to Pointe Noire, and fell into the deepest part of the Blood Skull Arena.

"This guy is probably not a thoroughbred Turan."

Casava thought.

He couldn't think of the characteristics of several clans that merged together, and could merge the weird characteristics of "black hair and black eyes".

"Probably the Turan and the ogres, or even the Abyss Demon Race, a mess of races, the product of many mixed races."

This is not a big deal either.

Because the Turan was originally a very diverse race.

Ten-armed tall, with a long nose and fangs, he looks like a tower-like elephant.

And the hummingbird who is less than an arm tall and has translucent wings.

From the outside, they don't look like the same race.

Coupled with the constant mixing between different clans.

The military aristocracy is better, even if the aristocracy of different clans wants to marry, somehow they must pay attention to some rules.

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

Since they can't take the glory, there is only one thing left in their lives, and that is reproduction.

Whenever, where, and with what object, breed frantically.

The so-called "rat people", in addition to referring to them as timid as mice, also represents their terrifying ability to reproduce.

The prosperous era of ten palm-years has provided great convenience for this kind of deformity reproduction.

Even the ancestor spirits, I am afraid, can not imagine what will be born after hundreds of rounds of reproduction between different races.

After the call-up order was issued, many strange Turan warriors gathered in Pointe Noire.

The appearance of many mixed-race warriors was like the offspring of the Elephant Man and the Hummingbird. Even Kassavar was shocked when he saw it.

In short, under normal circumstances, Turan people do not particularly discriminate against mixed-race children.

The meaning of "will not discriminate" means that mixed-race children are still eligible to enter the casting workshop or the arena, to squeeze out their last drop of blood and sweat for the glory of the ancestor spirit and the clan lords.

Qualified to use his corpse to pave a road to victory.

Rather than screaming when you see the alien in the "place where the holy light shines forever", you want to send the alien to the torture frame.

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

Even if it is a hybrid with an ogre or an abyssal demons, at best, they are treated like ordinary rat folks.

As long as it is strong enough to bring victory after victory, there is still a chance to be recognized by a certain clan, to be given a drop of the glory blood of military nobles, and to become a member of the clan.

Unless it is mixed with "the place where the holy light shines forever", those lunatics who believe in the holy light are mixed.

That's another story.

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

Moreover, the complexion of this guy was neither the deadly pale of the Holy Light Human Race nor the emerald green of the Elf Race.

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

Casaval came of interest.

Ask the Rat People how about Meng Chao's performance under Ice Storm.

The answer from the rat people's handyman made him deeply confused.

"Just... eat and sleep?"

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

"The appetite is amazing. This is a characteristic of the Warriors, but doesn't he have any training?

"No, not a single bit. You have never seen this guy with black hair and black eyes. He once picked up a stone axe and a log?

"Where is his injury? Has he recovered?

"Oh, the wound on the flesh is crusted, but he still looks weak and can be blown down by a gust of wind. When you see him, he walks swaying, and he stops to take a few breaths if he doesn't move. Rough, coughing loudly, so you can't straighten your waist?"

Casava was disappointed.

If you think about it, it makes sense.

Even with the blood of an ogre, he was once a warrior with victorious warriors.

After suffering such a severe injury, and soaking in the Bison River for an unknown period of time, no matter how strong it is, it should leak cleanly along the wound.

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

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

Kasavar Bloodhoof, sighed and shook his head.

…

The Rat Min boy twisted his flexible and powerful waist by almost three hundred and sixty degrees.

The limbs have been extended by half of the arm in a visible range.

With the burst of muscles all over his body, he spins like a hurricane.

Even the stone axe in his hand is made of stainless steel. The sharp edge of the heavy battle axe draws a fierce arc. The mandala stump wrapped in rhino leather armor is wrapped in a thick mandala stump, and it is directly split into two parts. .

The top half of the stump immediately rose up into the sky like a chopped head.

The boy ratman roared, brandishing a stone axe, and leaped over the tree stump. The battle axe burst out dozens of dazzling sharp edges in an instant. When the tree stump was in mid-air, it was cut into dozens of pieces. Broken wood larger than the size of a fist.

All the rat militia soldiers around burst into shocking cheers.

Even the ice storm in the distance, his eyes lit up slightly.

In mid-air, people and tree stumps have nowhere to borrow.

It is easier said than done to cut such an effect.

No wonder the Ratman boy was ecstatic after landing.

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

"I saw it and did a good job."

Meng Chao smiled.

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