The Earth People are so Fierce

"Despising any opponent will not make you braver, but will only appear stupid."

Casava said calmly, "Although Wildhammer is not a wise and brave general, his courage to move forward can indeed inspire the soldiers under his command and muster a hundred times more courage."

"No, this kind of courage far exceeds the extent that'spiritual motivation' can explain it!"

Ice Storm persisted, "Even at the beginning, the soldiers under his command can grit their teeth with courage, but what happens when we both summon the totem armor?

"The collision of the two totem warriors and the flames of war ignited are enough to scare the most audacious rat people to death.

"Even the rat people who are in charge of beating the drums next to the arena are so scared that they hug their heads.

"You know, these rat folks who are in charge of beating the drums have all participated in several rounds of gladiatorial fights. Because they were seriously injured and disabled, they could no longer participate in the battle, and they were qualified to cheer.

"Even these experienced disabled people can't bear the power of the Totem Armor. The recruits under the Wildhammer commander who have been trained for ten and a half months at best, if they weren't taking secret medicine or being manipulated by witchcraft, what? May resist our power and still stand on the arena!"

Kasavar did not expect to observe ice storms so sharply.

He frowned slightly and was silent.

Ice Storm got the answer from his expression, widened his eyes, and said in disbelief: "The soldiers of the Wildhammer really swallowed the secret potion! I'm afraid they have more abundant food than my soldiers! No wonder their strength. So big, without fear of pain!

"It's not fair! This is not a real battle for glory, just a dirty trick! Casaval, why do you do this!"

"You know the answer."

Kasava quickly recovered his composure and said coldly, "The Wildhammer comes from the Bloodhoof clan, a native of Pointe Noire, and you are from the Golden clan, with the blood of the Snow Leopard clan flowing in your body, and you are an outsider."

"That's it."

Ice Storm gritted his teeth, "I know for the first time that the so-called'warriors' of the Bloodhoof clan are all cowardly like mice. As natives, they fear outsiders to such an extent that they dare not even dare to compete fairly. Only with despicable and shameless tricks can we steal a dirty victory!"

"No, the Bloodhoof Clan never fears or discriminates against any outsider. The Golden Clan, Thunder Clan, Dark Moon Clan, Shenmu Clan, or other small and medium-sized clans are the same in our eyes. Among the hoof army, there are leopard people, tiger people, lion people, lizard people, crocodile people, eagle people, tree people...Many outsiders have become guests of major families. As long as they have the ability, they can compete with the strong natives. In the same way, command the entire battle gang and even the battle group!"

Casava said, "After all, we were originally one.

"A long time ago, the ancestors of the Turan people came to this land on a big fireball. From the big fireball that exploded, they exploded a piece of the hardest five-color diamond, that is, the five clans.

"There were dozens of equally hard gravel shots, that is, dozens of small and medium-sized clans.

"A lot of mud splashed out. There are countless insects and mice in the mud. That's the rat people.

"The five clans have the same glorious bloodline and are qualified to be the best comrades and opponents.

"However, there is one thing I can't understand anyway. Why are you unwilling to accept the'Blood Giving Ceremony' and formally join the Bloodhoof Clan?"

The momentum that the ice storm had just increased, then instantly dropped.

As if there was something unspeakable, he wanted to talk but stopped.

"Noire has taken in many strong men from outside the Bloodhoof clan. In the Blood Skull Arena, among your friends, there are many bears, tigers, and hawks... but they all accepted the'Blood Giving Ceremony'. , Replacing the blood of the old clan with the blood of the powerful bloodhoof clan, which means that all relations with the old clan will be cut off, and they will embark on a brand new journey as a'bloodhoof warrior'. As a result, they also Obtained the absolute trust and support of the Bloodhoof Clan."

Kasava stared at the ice storm and said, "But, what about you, why are you so reluctant to accept the blood of any bloodhoof strong, and you are not willing to formally join the bloodhoof clan?

"Could it be that the treatment I have given you is not good enough, or do you think that there is no strong bloodhoof who is qualified to be your'blood giver"?

"You know, when you first came to Pointe-Noire, you were badly injured and there was nothing. Even the totem armor "Ripper" was smashed and riddled with holes.

"I saved you.

"It was I who poured a lot of resources into you, and did not hesitate to feed your fattest totem beast flesh and blood locally, and made you the trump card of the Blood Skull Arena.

"It was I who consumed three full totems and let your'Ripper' devour it before repairing and upgrading it to a more powerful'Mythril Ripper'!

"Could it be that the crimson ice crystals flowing in your veins make you have no normal emotions at all, so you are indifferent to everything I have given?

"If this is not the case, I can only doubt your loyalty.

"It is suspected that although you have been rebelling against your family and clan, but you are really on the battlefield of the five clans, you will still be soft-hearted and hesitant when you see the army and the strong of the golden clan.

"Just ask, in this case, how can I rest assured that an independent bloodhoof war gang or even a battle group will be handed over to you to command?"

"Believe it or not!"

Ice Storm seemed to be irritated by Kasavar’s attitude, gritted his teeth and said, "I will stand on the side of the Bloodhoof Clan and tear all opponents apart, whether it is the Golden Clan, the Turan, or the barbarians who worship the Holy Light, in the jungle. Sneaky elves, dwarves in the ground, even giants in the frost ground and demons in the abyss!

"However, I don't want to join any other family.

"I am free. I only want to fight for myself. If I have to fight for a certain family, I have to create my own family by myself!"

"Create... your own family?"

Casava laughed, "I admire your courage, but courage is to be watered with blood and even life. Since you have chosen the most difficult journey, don't complain anymore, why I haven't been able to provide you with extra help. ."

"Even so, I will take what I want with my own hands!"

Ice Storm said unwillingly, "I have one last chance!"

"Yes, the last time."

Casava said, "You have lost a team battle of 100 people. Next, there will be another opportunity to train and command 30 rat militiamen. As long as you can fight back in a Jedi, there is still hope to command another 100, 300. , And even a thousand rat militia soldiers, staged the biggest miracle since the completion of the Blood Skull Arena!"

"As long as I can train and command a thousand rat militiamen and seize the'Blood Skull Horn,' can I independently command an entire gang?" Ice Storm confirmed again.

"Yes, no matter who it is, as long as he can capture the'Blood Skull Horn,' he has the right to independently command an entire gang."

Casava smiled slightly, "However, if you are serious, you'd better choose recruits now, because the next round of team battles will take place in five days."

"Five days?"

Ice Storm raised frosty eyebrows, "Why has the training time been cut in half? In just five days, it is impossible to train a group of weak newcomers into real fighters!"

"Because the prosperous era that has just passed is too long. In a full ten palm-years, every Turan tribe has been breeding desperately, and every town, village, and valley has been packed."

Kasavar explained patiently, “When the Glory Era arrives, the crowds from the mountains whistling and the tsunami desperately rushed towards Pointe Noire. Whether it is a warrior eager for glory or a rat people who have responded to the call, the number is more than we expected. Tripled.

"In order to select the bravest, the most intelligent, and the most able to bring victory from these warriors and rat people as soon as possible, every arena in Pointe Noire has been fighting day and night, training time It can only be greatly shortened-this rule is the same for everyone, no matter you or your opponent, there are only five days to train new recruits."

"But my opponent, like me, may not be wiped out by the entire army, not even half of the veteran is left. Maybe he only needs to add some new recruits!"

Ice Storm roared, "Five days is not enough to start from scratch and form a brand new team, it's not enough!"

"Yes, I think so too, so my suggestion is that you don’t need to take humiliation again, and use your poor training and command skills to make the extremely resounding name of the'Queen of Frost' once again in tens of thousands of people. The crowd was humiliated."

Kasavar stretched out his hand again, "Accept my blood, join the bloodhoof clan, and become my deputy. This is your best choice.

"Perhaps, on the ever-changing battlefield, when the opportunity is right, I will deploy one or two battle gangs to make you enjoy yourself?"

The female leopard stared at the tauren warrior for a long time.

Then, he slapped off the opponent's extended hand.

Without looking back, he stepped out of the hole that was originally the door.

"I will win."

She swears viciously, "One day, I will have my own war gang and build my own family!"

Kasavar smiled behind her.

Ice cones were inserted everywhere, like an ice cave-like VIP room, suddenly turned into a melting pot.

All the frost melted in an instant.

The ice water evaporated in an instant.

It turned into a tumbling mist that was extremely hot.

The tauro warrior tapped his hoof lightly in the mist.

Dozens of cracks criss-crossed on the hard as iron ground.

The magma gushing out of the crack is like a burning piranha.

"Barbarians who worship the Holy Light?"

Kassavar thoughtfully repeated what Ice Storm had just said, then smiled slightly and said to himself, "It's getting more and more interesting.

"My Ice Storm, have you been lying, you are not a member of the Golden Clan at all, or even a Snow Leopard Warrior at all?

"So, what is the real you...?"