The Earth People are so Fierce

Running the "Road to Glory" is a feat that consumes physical energy.

Even the clan warriors are often exhausted.

As the number one, the leaves are eligible to receive an unlimited amount of fried mandala fruits and condensed milk extracted from totem animal milk as supplements and rewards.

The latter is a delicacy that is extremely difficult for the rat people to enjoy, and contains extremely rich energy.

The sweetness rushed into the leaves' throats like a flood of a bank burst.

Before the change, the Ratman boy would have gobbled it all in spite of it.

But after Meng Chao's preparation, the leaves learned how to chew slowly and promote digestion and absorption.

Seeing his restrained eating, the ice storm became more and more surprised.

There is no leaf information in the training camp.

After all, tens of thousands of rat people are caught in Pointe-Noire every day, and most of them will be exhausted within a year or a half.

No one is impatient to register these "consumables".

The left and right are just small rat people.

Ice Storm can only ask the boy's name and origin in person.

Facing the trump card of the Blood Skull Arena, Ye Zi was somewhat restrained.

But when he thought of Lord Reaper's words, he felt that he was not afraid of anything, and Yiwuyishi told his origin.

It did not surprise the ice storm.

If the Prosperity Era only lasts for a few years, the veterans of the Glory Era last time are still there, and even the Rat People remember the pleasure of killing and the glory of conquering.

Then, in the new era of glory, all you need to do is sound the horn and issue a call-up order, and the rat people hiding in the ravines will swarm and voluntarily gather into an endless army of cannon fodder.

But the last boom era was too long.

Until all the veterans died, no one remembered the glory of the battle.

Especially for the cowardly and incompetent rat people, they have become accustomed to the roles of growers and gatherers, accustomed to the calm life, accustomed to laughter, singing and games, and may not be willing to respond to the clan’s call and use their own bones. , Paved the way to the glory of the masters.

Therefore, the city of Pointe-Noire sent a conscription team to each of the rat dwellings.

On the one hand, it can exercise the long-distance and raid ability of the recruiting team.

On the one hand, it solves the burden of the old, the weak, the sick, and so on, so that those who are not capable of fighting continue to waste precious food.

On the other hand, it also cut off the retreat of the middle-aged rat people, so that they no longer need to worry about their hungry family members. Instead, driven by hatred, they can become a bloodthirsty killing machine, and wholeheartedly work with the masters. , To seize the supreme glory.

There is no problem with the identity of the teenager.

So where did he learn his ability?

The ice storm pondered for a moment, then looked at Ye Ye and said, "In the past two days, you have lost several tests deliberately."

Not a question.

It's affirmation.

Ye Ye was taken aback and nodded.

"why?"

Ice Storm curiously asked, "With your strength, you have a chance to be selected by a certain gladiator and become a real servant. Why do you deliberately lose the test and stay here?"

"Because I still need to rest."

Ye Zi said, "I just crawled out of the dungeon. I was hurt and I was so hungry that I didn't recover at all.

"If you are selected by a gladiator too early, you will be driven to the arena for a real gladiatorial fight.

"I am not afraid of other rat militiamen, but if we are swept away by the aftermath of the gladiators, or if we are asked to test new tactics and new weapons, dozens of servants will fight against a totem beast, they are likely to be injured or even dead. .

"So, I'd rather rest here for a few more days and keep up my body."

"rest?"

Ice Storm froze for a moment, and glanced around at the rat people who were gnashing their teeth, their muscles jumping and even frothing, and said in disbelief, "Do you think training here is actually a kind of rest?"

"Yes."

Ye Zi nodded honestly.

Master and Reaper grabbed his wrist and injected a large amount of lightning-like power into him, tearing his flesh and blood into pieces and reuniting them.

The so-called high-intensity training here is indeed a kind of rest.

"Besides, I don't like those gladiators, and don't want to follow them." The leaf swallowed a deep-fried mandala fruit covered with condensed milk and grabbed the next one.

Before he knew it, he had swallowed twenty-two sweet and greasy mandala fruits gently.

The stomach bulged high and high again and again, and it calmed down again and again in the thunderous sound of gastrointestinal peristalsis.

The disappeared condensed milk and fruits were all transformed into the purest energy, following the path guided by Meng Chao, slowly circulating in his body.

This is a bit arrogant.

As a rat militia servant, he didn't have the qualifications to pick and choose from his master.

However, he is the strongest among the rat people.

The strong always have the power to slightly exceed the boundaries.

"why?"

Ice Storm wasn't annoyed, and asked with interest, "Why don't you like them?"

"Because they are not strong enough."

Ye Zi shrugged and said, "I just want to follow the trump card—a trump card like Master Ice Storm."

Ice Storm laughed.

"Really."

Ye Zi was afraid that she would not believe it, and said seriously, "When I first arrived at the Blood Skull Arena, I heard someone cheering for your victory. The resounding name of Queen Frost left a very deep impression on me. At that time, I made up my mind to follow your trump card with victory in all battles!"

"Victory in all battles?"

Ice Storm smiled mockingly, but did not continue to entangle this question. What she is most curious about now is, "When you were cutting the mandala tree core in the last level, the reality was so wonderful, how did you do it?"

"Because when I was in my hometown, I often climbed to the highest point of the mandala tree to gather fruits, cut down branches, catch bugs, and dig out bird nests."

Leaf straightened his chest and said, "I can dance on the tops of the mandala trees swaying from side to side on days when the wind is whistling, it's nothing."

"It's that simple?"

Ice Storm narrowed his eyes and went straight in, "How did you breathe, exert strength, and knife skills?"

She originally thought that this issue was quite sensitive, and the teenager would definitely have to struggle and resist.

Unexpectedly, Ye Ye didn't hesitate, and said openly: "Master Harvester taught me."

"The Reaper..."

The ice storm was stunned for a moment, "Who is that again?"

"Master Reaper, he's a super macho."

Ye Zi said seriously, "It's the most powerful man among all the rat people."

…

At this moment, the most powerful man among all the rat people was pinched around his neck by a rat people three times the size of him. He was carried into the air and dangling.

This is the largest rat people Meng Chao has ever seen.

He seems to have a part of the blood of the wild elephants, stronger than a bison standing up. The needle-like mane glows dangerously, and the blood stains on it indicate that the process of coming here is absolutely unfriendly. .

"Who said he is not dead yet?"

The giant rat folk with the blood of the Barbarian Elephant, licking two huge fangs, squeezing out a hideous smile, and asking other people in the dungeon.

Everyone huddled in the corner, shivering, and didn't dare to look at him at all.

Only Meng Chao sighed slightly in his heart.

He swears that he really only wants to lie there and think, not willing to waste even a gram of mandala fruit on these rat people.

Why, there is a way to go in heaven, so I just want to provoke him?

In fact, at the beginning, he and his "prisoners" were still able to get along well.

These guys use his life and death to bet, and they are also afraid of the inexplicable power in him. Besides, he doesn't **** the mandala fruit with them. Isn't it good for everyone to keep the water from the river?

Especially after Ye Ye has become infinitely powerful after his modulation, and stand out from the crowd.

Although I don't know the relationship between the two, the mystery of Meng Chao's body has become more intense, and those who have been in the dungeon for several days are increasingly afraid to provoke him.

But there are always exceptions.

The newly arrived mouseman giant with the blood of the barbarian elephant clan seemed to be impatient to leave the dungeon.

In the last round of food delivery, he not only snatched nearly half of the fried mandala fruit in one go, but also used the half of the food in his hand to bet against the other half of the food grabbed by others on the life and death of Meng Chao.

Winner, take all.

He bet that Meng Chao is dead.

He also forced others to participate in the gambling game, and must bet that Meng Chao is still alive.

Those who were unwilling to participate in the gambling game were all re-patted on the chest by him with a meteor-like trunk, blood spurting, and falling down.

And when Meng Chao sat up lazily and rolled his eyes to indicate that he was still alive, this guy strode forward again and picked up Meng Chao from the sewage.

From shoulders to arms to fingers, his bones "cracked".

The astonishing strange power, like the next second, can force Meng Chao's neck to be squeezed off, directly causing the bruised and bruised black-haired rat people to die beyond death.

Meng Chao frowned slightly.

Seriously thinking about whether or not to discuss with the other party again, as long as the other party releases him and apologizes, the matter will be forgotten.

But judging from this old man's grinning expression, he mustn't hear any unfaithful advice, right?

Forget it, speaking is also a very energy-consuming thing.

Thinking of this, Meng Chao shot lightning.

Clench the four fingers tightly, tilt your thumb up like a dagger, and lightly tap the inside of the opponent's elbow.

The opponent curled his arms subconsciously, narrowing the distance between Meng Chao and his throat.

Meng Chao retracted his thumb, ejected his tail finger, and lightly flicked the opponent's throat.

No one could see what was going on. The giant rat folk with the blood of the Man Elephant trembled slightly, and suddenly he stopped moving.

Then, like a cracked stone sculpture, he let go of Meng Chao, backed half a step, and slowly knelt down, covering his throat with his hands, his eyes protruding from the sockets, and he curled up into a huge lobster, foaming at his mouth in the sewage. It convulsed violently.