Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Since then, he has hardly seen the sun.

The mechanism containing magma and venom in the depths of the Lost Temple is his toy.

The roar of the totem beast, the screams of the tomb robbers, and the sound of the bones being finely ground and smashed by the fangs are the only music.

Surrounding the ruins of the ancient battlefield all day long, under the impact of the power of the totem, the mist that transformed into various ferocious beasts was the most common scenery he saw.

As a helpless little thief, his task is to act as cannon fodder and human minesweeper, rushing to the forefront of the entire tomb raiding team, and responsible for exploring the most dangerous organs and the narrowest secret passages.

The diameter of many secret tunnels is not much larger than a fist. Even a three- or five-year-old mouseman child must use a special secret medicine to soften his bones before he can barely get in.

However, when encountering the twists and turns in the secret passage, there is still a high probability that the children of the Rat People will get stuck and suffocate to death inside.

Fortunately for "Jackal" Kanus, he was just a lowly thief at the beginning, and his master was only the weakest member of the wolf tribe, with few people. The strength is weak, and even if you go deep into the ground, you can't compete for the famous temples and ancient battlefield relics recorded in the war epic.

Often we can only explore those places that have been explored dozens of times by the predecessors, and almost every piece of rust has been scratched to a bright spot, trying to lick some leftovers from the fingers of the predecessors. .

For the master, of course, this kind of exploration won't be much cheaper.

But for the little thieves who are at the forefront, because a large number of traps have been triggered by the predecessors, the degree of danger has finally been greatly reduced.

Coupled with a little bit of luck, "Jackal" Kanus grew up to ten years old in the depths of the fragmented ancient tomb without any risk.

Unfortunately, because few Rat People children can live like him, deep in the temples, tombs, lairs and ancient battlefield ruins, he is considered to be an experienced and mascot existence, It became a hot commodity, and finally became a trophy in a fratricide among tomb robbers, and fell into the hands of another more powerful master.

Now, what he will face is no longer a place that has been explored many times by the predecessors, has no oil and water, and is less dangerous.

It is an unknown place that no one has explored for thousands of years.

It's the same no matter what type of temple and tomb you're exploring, though.

Little thieves are always going to die.

Either he died in this ancient tomb mechanism, or he died in the hands of the fel puppet wreckage in the ruins of the ancient battlefield.

Either die today or die tomorrow.

Originally, the future doomsday demon wolf thought that he was used to this kind of life, and faced with a cruel fate, he chose to sit still and close his eyes.

But now, growing up, he suddenly found that whenever he closed his eyes, there would always be a scene of two groups of tomb robbers fighting and the new master killing the old master.

To this day, he still cannot forget that the old master was in the depths of the dark and narrow tomb passage. Before he could even extract the totem armor, he was pierced through the heart by a sharp blade, and more than half of his neck was shoveled off by the extremely sharp shovel. The cervical vertebrae were broken in two, and the blood gushed wildly.

At that time, he rushed ahead of the old master.

Hearing the ear-piercing "click" sound from behind, when he turned his head to look, he saw the old master's head bent almost 180 degrees, slumped on his shoulders, and stared wide in a strange posture. eyes, fixed on him.

You know, "Jackal" Kanus has been working for this old master since he was three years old.

He has seen the old master decipher countless mechanisms that are extremely sophisticated in the eyes of children.

I also saw the old master wearing a totem armor and fighting the vicious totem beast for 300 rounds.

I have even seen the old master use a leather whip full of thorns and bone spurs to lash those rat people children who are unwilling to surrender and hide their harvest. One of his little friends was whipped to death by the old master. When he died, all the bones in his body were broken, and his whole body was as soft as a puddle of mud. No matter how careful he was, he couldn't hold his little friend up.

Moreover, the old master told them many stories.

Talking about the cowardice and crimes of the Rat Clan, talking about the reason why the warriors ruled Turanze, talking about their current adventures and sacrifices, is to wash away the shame deep in the blood.

"Jackal" Kanus originally believed in these stories.

He was convinced that the Ratfolk were born to be enslaved.

He firmly believes that pain is redemption, a part of life, and even the whole of life.

He firmly believes that rat people's tomb robbers are absolutely not qualified to use ancient weapons and armor unearthed from temples and ancient tombs. Let the rat people's tomb robbers die tragically in the mechanism in the most terrifying way.

He believes that his master, a pure-blooded wolf clan, is a god-like existence, possessing the blessings of the ancestors, invincible and immortal, not to mention that weak and humble rat people like them can resist.

But now, when his master died tragically in front of him, "Jackal" Kanus suddenly realized that his master was spitting blood, twitching, and incontinent, just like when the rat people died tragically.

The blood that the master sprayed on his face was as stenchy as the blood of the Rat Clan, warm and full of panic and inconceivable fear.

The master lay limp on the ground, and when the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, no ancestor spirit came out to bless and protect him.

Even, at the last moment of his life, the master still twitched and stretched out his hand to him, as if asking for help from him—a little mouseman child.

This picture seemed to be deeply imprinted in his mind with lightning, and at the same time as it shattered the old world, he couldn't help but start thinking.

Think about a new world, and a new way.

Fortunately, in the silent, murderous depths of the ancient tomb, as a vanguard, he has plenty of time to think alone and calmly.

Think about why, rat people are naturally discriminated against and enslaved.

Thinking about why, my appearance is almost the same as that of wolves, except that I have a pair of rodent incisors. There is such a huge difference in the fate of myself and wolves - wolves are like flying in the sky The eagle in the sky is like a maggot curled up in the abyss.

Thinking about why, my strength has been continuously improved after escaping from the dead again and again, and the power of secret cultivation is even stronger than many wolf tomb robbers, but I am still not qualified to touch any one that contains the power of totem. Holy weapons, every time you explore, you must charge forward, perform the most dangerous tasks, and dismantle the most sophisticated mechanisms.

But when dividing up the spoils, they don't have their own share at all. Even if they look at the spoils twice, it is possible to provoke the new master to whip more fiercely than the old master.

Thinking about why, the fellow rat people fell one by one under the sharp blades of organs, secret passages, secret rooms, totem beasts and fel puppets, but their faces were always numb, and when death came, they even felt a little relieved .

Thinking... whether the blood of the new master is as stinky as the old master and all the Rats? When the new master's neck is severed by a sharp-edged shovel, will he also spit blood like the old master? , Limbs twitching, excrement and urine flowing?

In this kind of thinking, "Jackal" Kanus gradually grew up.

The characteristics of the rat family on him gradually faded, and the characteristics of the wolf family became more and more obvious.

Once, he accidentally broke two front teeth while exploring an ancient tomb.

Just as he was bleeding and covering his mouth, the fellow rat people around were startled and looked at him with envy.

At that moment, "Jackal" Kanus realized how similar he was to the real wolves.

After all, his mother, mother's mother, mother's mother's mother... has been a slave girl of the wolf clan for life after life.

It was the same as the vast majority of rat people who were raised in captivity by the clan, rather than free-range in the mountains.

"Jackal" Kanus also doesn't know who his father, father's father, father's father is.

Nine times out of ten it was a wolf clan of pure blood.

But no one will admit it.

No matter how wild the bestiality is in the dark, by day a slave is a slave, and a noble is a noble.

The rule of one drop of blood.

As long as there is a drop of dirty blood belonging to the Rat Race flowing in his body, he will be a Rat Race forever.

"Why?"

"Jackal" Kanus in his youth, in the depths of the Lost Temple, covered his bloody mouth, and asked himself an extremely long and narrow shadow under the reflection of the spiritual flame.

From that moment on, a small seed germinated in the heart of the rat boy with missing front teeth.

The seeds at that time may not be called "ambition".

He just wanted to live, to live a life that an ordinary Turan was entitled to and should live.

What happened later was a coincidence and necessity.

The tomb raiding team that "Jackal" Kanus was part of unintentionally released a force that should not have been released while exploring the lost temple deep underground, and collapsed half of the temple and the narrow passage leading directly to the ground.

Half of the tomb robbers were swept by the shock wave and crushed by the falling rocks, and died horribly.

The other half of the tomb robbers were seriously injured, lost most of their supplies and tools, and were buried alive in the narrow, damp, and stuffy underground space.

With limited resources and confined space, the Grim Reaper hovers above the survivors, opening his bloody mouth at any time to reveal his fangs of death.

Under such circumstances, both the evil of human nature and the beauty of animal nature bloom to the extreme like piranhas.

The survivors are divided into two factions.

The number is small, but the wolves who originally controlled the tomb robbery team.

There are a lot of rat people, but they have always been used as tools, they are muddle-headed, never thought about and dare not resist.