Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Sure enough, when the captives set off again and passed the foundry, the grain depot, and the half-built barracks, some supervisors stepped forward, pointed out among the crowd, and selected their favorite slave workers.

The warriors of the captive team bargained with the overseers.

They pried open the captive's mouth so that the overseer could see how sharp and beautiful the captive's teeth were.

Then he kneaded the captive's bones vigorously, making the captive's bones "click" and grinning, so as to prove how healthy and strong the captive was, so that he could ask for a few more bones of totem beasts from the supervisor for polishing. Made of bone coins.

But the strongest or most agile captives are not for sale.

The warriors put bags made of mandala leaves directly on the heads of these captives, which means "not for sale".

Soon, Ye Zi's team, including seven partners, was picked up by the foundry workshop and the construction site.

Ye Zi heard a soft sigh from the partner behind her, and knew that the partners who were picked away were in danger.

In the glorious era of glory, they are destined to use their numerous bones to build the glorious journey of the clan masters to the ancestral temple.

The bull-headed warrior with broken horns came over with a smile in his hand, carrying a bag woven from mandala leaves.

Ye Zi's heart was pounding.

Sure enough, the other party put the pocket on his head.

There was darkness in front of Ye Zi's eyes, and the last thing she saw was the encouraging gaze of the bull-headed warrior with a broken horn.

The other party was still on his shoulder, patted it lightly, and said in a low voice: "Come on, live, I'm hard to kill."

Ye Zi was in a daze, and was led into Blackhorn City by others.

He can't see anything, he can only hear with his ears and smell with his nose.

He heard the thunderous snorting of the warriors; he heard the piercing roar of hammers and felts; he heard thousands of Turanian warriors training, and the burly bodies of tons and tons collided violently. , aroused applause like stormy waves.

He smelled the strong smell of blood; the foul smell of sweat; the red-hot weapons just out of the oven, the stench caused by being submerged in urine; strips of flavor.

The fried mandala sticks in Blackhorn City seem to have added seven or eight different totem animal fats and more spices, and the smell is very strong.

Inhaling it into his stomach, it was as if someone had punched him hard in the stomach.

However, the fried mandala sticks made by my mother are delicious.

He misses his mother.

The leaves heard their own weak sobs.

I felt a salty liquid slipping over the corner of my mouth.

Fortunately, there were deafening roars all around, and he was covered by mandala leaves again.

No one noticed that he was crying.

Otherwise, such weak rat people would definitely be thrown out of Black Corner City immediately by the furious lords, and thrown into the bloody maw of the totem beast.

I don't know how long I walked in the maze-like city of Noire.

The bloodhoof warrior in front stabbed Ye Zi's chest lightly with a claw spear, ordering him to stand still.

Ye Zi hurriedly took a deep breath, shook her head vigorously, and wiped away the tears on her face.

Someone cut the tendon rope embedded in his wrist with a dagger.

Roughly tore off the mandala leaves covering his head.

The noon sun was particularly glaring.

Ye Zi's eyes hurt, and she was dizzy for a long time before the picture in front of her was stable and clear again.

During the long journey, all the companions who were bundled with him disappeared.

The captives who can persist here are all the tallest, most cunning, and most ferocious rat people.

In addition to the leaves, many people were covered with criss-crossing scars, and thick calluses formed on the palms and tails, showing signs of proficient use of weapons.

Their breath is also different from that of ordinary rat people.

It's somewhat similar to the Bloodhoof Warriors.

That's...the breath of a predator.

But in front of them was a tall, majestic, resplendent and palace-like building.

Layers of round arches support the curved outer wall as high as a dozen floors of shacks, and the blackness is like an impenetrable fortress.

Under each round arch hangs a ferocious and mighty skull of a totem beast imprinted with a natural totem.

There are hundreds of round arches, and there are hundreds of skulls.

They stared at the bewildered rat people with their black eye sockets, like huge wind chimes, making a "squeaky" sound.

And in the center of the building, under the largest round arch, hangs a scarlet all over body, with seven large horns growing on the top of the skull, the totem is extraordinarily gorgeous, like a huge skull that burns forever in flames.

Seeing this bloody giant skull, Ye Zi's eyes widened.

Even the young rat people living in the backcountry know what this iconic skull represents.

Blood Skull Arena!

One of the largest, highest-grade, cruelest and most glorious holy places in the city of Noire!

In the life of a Turan there are only two things that matter.

Fight and gamble.

The arena perfectly combines the two.

Become a land of heroes, sought after by the warriors of Turan.

Even the rat people who live by planting and collecting will take turns to hold gladiatorial competitions between Banshan Village and several surrounding villages.

Every gladiatorial competition is the grandest festival for the Rat People.

The warriors of the clan with fighting blood flowing in their bodies, in the prosperous era between the wars, even regarded the arena as the best place to bury their bones.

There are at least hundreds of arenas in the city of Noire, large and small.

Blood Skull Arena, definitely ranked in the top ten.

Countless heroes of the Bloodhoof Clan, warriors whose battle songs have been sung for hundreds of years, all fought their way out from under this giant bloody skull.

Ye Zi and her elder brother had heard the legend of the Blood Skull Arena since childhood.

And in countless dreams, he imagined that he would ascend to the top of the blood skull arena, purify the unclean blood, gain the power of totem, and become the much-anticipated Turanian warrior.

After obtaining the mysterious murals in the cave, the two brothers awakened their wonderful "abilities".

For a few years, the dream seemed within reach.

Unexpectedly, my brother was still dead.

On the contrary, the "ability" is weaker than his brother, and he is more uncontrollable, standing here, standing in front of the bloody giant head.

The blood of the leaves is all turned into fuel.

The extremely bleak flame of revenge brightened up again.

The stories that my father told the two brothers when he was still alive sounded in his ears.

In the arena, fight a bloody path with bare hands.

From slave to general, even from slave to clan king.

"Brother, have you seen it, this is the Blood Skull Arena.

"I swear, I swear to you, mom, dad, and all the ancestral spirits, I will definitely survive in the blood skull arena, live to become stronger, become stronger, stronger, and finally, for you, and The whole village will take revenge!"

The boy's eyes became extremely firm.

But in the next breath, the firm eyes were smashed to pieces by the earth-shattering roar from the blood skull arena.

——like a hard crystal being smashed to pieces by a hammer that is a hundred times harder.

"This is... the roar of the golden retriever!"

Ye Zi's face was pale, and she couldn't believe it.

Golden Retriever Roar is an extremely ferocious totem beast.

There are three different totems born on the bones.

Meaning it can change triple form, possessing completely different but equally deadly killing skills.

The rat people were far away from three or five hills, and when they heard the sound of Jinmaohou, they could only find a crack in the ground and pretend to be dead, praying that Jinmaohou had already filled his stomach, and looked down on his dirty and smelly body Rotten meat.

It even happened before that the whole Rat Village was slaughtered by a Golden Retriever cub.

Unexpectedly, in the Blood Skull Arena, the gladiators would fight Golden Retriever.

What's more, within three or five breaths, Golden Retriever's majestic roar turned into a heart-piercing scream.

Soon, there was a clear and pleasant sound of bone cracking that could be heard outside the arena, and there was no sound at all.

"Ice storm! The invincible snow leopard warrior! The ice queen who has won ninety-nine games in a row! Golden Retriever is no match for her! The ice flame that freezes everything, the sharp claws that tear everything apart! Who will challenge? Who dares to challenge! "

There was an extremely excited encouragement sound in the arena.

And the cheers of mountains and tsunamis.

But no matter how loud the sound waves were, they couldn't resist the piercing chill, and they were enveloped by the murderous aura like a storm, spilling out of the arena.

It made all the rat people freeze their hearts and tremble.

"Is this... the strength of an ace gladiator?"

Ye Zi felt that her ignorant courage was crushed by the cruel reality again.

The hope of revenge, like a faint spark, is dying again.

But he has no choice.

Together with the other captives, they were whipped and stabbed by the bloodhoof warriors, and driven into a steep passage that kept going downward like a shaft.

Passage deep into the dungeon.

There are cages on both sides.

Many cages house hideous, ferocious totem beasts.

Chewed bones were piled around the totem beast and in the corners of the cage.

—Skeletons of the Rat People.

More cages were overcrowded with Ratmen.

The deeper you go underground, the dirtier the air, the wetter the ground, the more rat people are held in the cage, and the worse the environment.

Leaf and the others were driven to the deepest part of the dungeon.

The smell of blood here almost condenses into lumps directly in the air.

The sewage was up to the rat people's knees.

There are hundreds of rat people imprisoned in each cage.

Soaked in the dark for too long, stimulated by the sewage and the stench, their scarlet eyeballs glowed with hunger that the leaves had never seen in the era of prosperity.

The blood-stained cage door squeaked open.

Ye Zi was stabbed severely on the waist and eyes, and stabbed into the deepest dungeon.

The rat people with red eyes who were locked inside immediately surrounded them.

The ferocity in their eyes grew stronger.

Swallowing his saliva, he rubbed his teeth vigorously, and stretched out his bony claws to touch the leaves.

Ye Zi was so frightened that she scrambled around and crawled under the feet of the red-eyed rat people.

The red-eyed rat people laughed, as if they had found a great joy to vent their despair and fear to their heart's content.

"Mother……"

Leaf threw herself into the cold sewage, choking on the bloody smell in her mouth.

When I looked up, through the rusty iron fence, at the top of the shaft-like passage, in an unreachable place, only a pinhole-sized light remained.

There is no hope of revenge in sight.

There is no hope of survival.

Not even a tiny bit of it can be seen.

The boy who has been struggling all the way to the present is finally on the verge of collapse.

"Mom, help me!

"Tell me how to survive, how to become stronger, how to help you and your brother, and everyone's revenge!

"Give me a little hope, dear mother!"

He wailed inwardly.

But it felt weird.

Those red-eyed rat people with fierce eyes did not push forward.

On the contrary, they were neither far nor near, forming a circle, leaving him a very spacious space in the corner.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier blocking them.

It was also as if they were looking forward to and fearing something, something... that was lurking behind the leaves.

The leaves are a little creepy.

But still mustered up the courage, turned his head stiffly, and glanced at it.

He found that in the corner of the wall behind him, in the knee-deep sewage, there was a half-dead rat man curled up.

After blinking his eyes for a long time, Ye Zi adapted to the dim light in the deepest part of the dungeon, and saw the opponent's appearance clearly.

He immediately gasped.

Ancestors, what an ugly rat people is this?

His hair and eyes are actually black!