Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Rat people are not "rat people".

Unlike the pure-blooded "ratmen", "tauren", and "wild boars", the ratmen are out-and-out hybrids.

At first, it was because of the cowardice and escape of the Ratmen in a glorious battle thousands of years ago, which led to the defeat of the whole war.

The Ratman was hated by all the Turanians, and they believed that they had unclean blood flowing in their bodies, and they were neither worthy of the blessing of the ancestors, nor qualified to use the power of the totem.

The five clans joined hands to exile all the Ratmen, and drove them to the poor mountains and rivers on the edge of Turanze, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Gradually, the Turan people dubbed the cowardly, cowardly, surrendered, and runaways in their respective ethnic groups "the cowardly rats" and expelled them to the place where the ratmen were exiled.

In order to survive, these disreputable cowards and runaways had to huddle with the Ratmen to keep warm, and even intermarried with each other to multiply.

——No way, except for the sympathetic and sympathetic each other, they really can't find noble Turan warriors to continue their humble blood.

In this way, from generation to generation, the characteristics of different ethnic groups continue to blend and mutate.

Today, the rat people look very different.

The real "pure-blooded rat people" have long since disappeared.

Most of the Rat People, more or less, will show the characteristics of Tauren, Wild Boar, Elephant Man, and even Golden Lion Man, Lizard Man, and Wolf Man.

Even, because the characteristics of too many ethnic groups conflict with each other, they cancel out most of the characteristics.

It caused their hair to fall off continuously, and their skin was smooth and delicate. They looked a bit like blond barbarians on the fertile land north of Turanze, which was said to be eternally illuminated by the holy light.

This is the case with Ye Zi and her brother.

Except for their grey-brown curly hair, tucked-in tails, and pointy ears, they looked like savages mixed in with the Turanians.

This appearance is also one of the important reasons why rat people suffer from discrimination.

Therefore, Ye Zi has seen all kinds of strange-looking rat people.

From the height of more than one arm, the original "pure-blood rat man" like a big mouse standing upright.

To a big man with the blood of the elephant man, taller than three arms, and able to swallow more than a dozen datura fruits in one meal.

From protruding fangs, to soaring horns, to long hair, scales and carapaces.

From growing wings to swinging a scorpion tail.

He has seen all kinds of rat people who are full of strange fragrance and have natural hallucinogenic ability, like chameleons who can change their skin color at will and make all kinds of mimicry.

But he has never seen a guy whose hair and eyes are as dark as a starless night without the slightest variegation.

Moreover, except for the hair and beard, his skin was smoother and paler than Leaf and his brother's, showing a swollen to translucent texture, just like a floating corpse soaked in a swamp.

"poor guy!"

Ye Zi couldn't help thinking in her heart, "How much should he suffer for such an ugly appearance!"

There is also discrimination among rat people.

The rule is, whoever has the more obvious animal features, is less like a naked human being, and whoever has less cowardly, despicable, lowly, and unclean blood in his body will be more noble.

Conversely, the smoother the skin, the less hair and animal features, the more cowardly, despicable, lowly and unclean the person, the less worthy to regain the blessings of the ancestors, the highest glory, and the protection of the totem.

Of course, the more should be discriminated against.

Ever since they were young, Ye Zi and his elder brother have suffered a lot in order to resemble human beings.

Even the mother who loved them from the bottom of her heart could not help but sigh when she saw the two brothers naked.

Worrying about their future, I'm afraid they won't be able to find a good furry girl.

But compared with the guy in front of him, even the leaves that haven't fully grown their fur can be called full of animal nature.

"Which clan's blood is flowing in his body?"

Ye Zi pondered, "Among the leopards and bears, there are warriors with black hair, but after continuous mixing, there are very few people like this guy who have no variegation at all.

"Also, apart from black hair and black eyes, he doesn't have the slightest traits of a leopard man or a bear man.

"At first glance, he looked like a naked worm, an ugly human being, too weak.

"It's just, where did such a weak guy get such a serious injury?"

This ugly rat people with black hair and black eyes, criss-crossed, densely packed, covered the whole body with serious injuries, which Ye Zi had never seen before.

He seemed to have been devoured by a hundred hungry totem beasts.

And in the deepest part of the dungeon, soaked in rancid sewage for ten days and ten nights.

He couldn't find a single piece of good meat all over his body.

Either a high raised swelling, or a wound that opened like a baby's lip.

For some reason, the wound did not rot.

Probably because the blood inside had already drained away, leaving only an empty shell.

Even the little bugs that can devour courage and soul, dismiss him.

No one, not even clan warriors with the power of the totem, could survive with such serious injuries.

"He...was already dead?"

Ye Zi found that the black eyes that had been staring straight at her for a long time did not blink or move, the light inside had already solidified.

The shriveled chest of the ugly rat people has long since stopped heaving.

The nostrils near the surface of the sewage can't spray out a weak stream of air, causing even the slightest ripple.

The leaves can't even feel the slightest anger and temperature.

Except that it has not decomposed, this is an out-and-out corpse.

only……

I don't know if I am dazzled.

Ye Zi suddenly saw a bunch of scarlet hyphae flashing in a deep bone wound near the black-haired rat man's heart.

Ye Zi was startled, rubbed her eyes, and watched intently, but saw nothing.

Leaf got scared.

He knew what was going on.

The black-haired rat people were infected with the plague.

That's why other rat people are afraid of it like a tiger and dare not approach it.

Plague was probably the only thing Turanian warriors feared.

It's not that I'm afraid of death.

Rather, the plague is invisible and invisible, and it is difficult to find a specific way to fight the plague happily.

Besides, infected with the plague, lying on the sickbed, howling, struggling, and dying.

This is really the most shameful way to die.

The black-haired rat man was so ugly, and nine out of ten were also infected with a strange plague. Naturally, no one dared to go forward and touch his corpse.

As for, why didn't the clan lords throw this corpse out, so as not to infect all the rat people in the entire cage?

Haha, noble gentlemen, they don't care about the lives of a mere rat cage.

In case the entire caged rat population is infected, it is a big deal to let them fend for themselves, and then burn the depths of the dungeon and completely bury them.

This is the simplest and most effective way.

Leaf retreated subconsciously.

But behind him are the hungry red-eyed rat people.

And he's been around the black-haired rat people too long.

His legs are covered with small wounds from the past few days.

Soaked in sewage like the black-haired ratmen's wounds.

If the black-haired rat people are really infected with the plague, their bodies will be full of small bugs that can devour courage and soul.

These little bugs could just follow the sewage and get into his body.

Besides, where can I retreat?

The entire dungeon was knee-deep in sewage, and there was no dry place.

Even if you squeeze past the red-eyed rat people and run to another corner, can you avoid the invisible bugs?

Ye Zi, who realized this, was completely desperate.

He gave up on himself and sat next to the black-haired ratman's body.

"Mom, is this my fate - in the dark dungeon, just like this ugly black-haired and black-eyed uncle, died silently, the body soaked in sewage, slowly rotting, being bitten by bugs devour?

"fair enough.

"Although this kind of death is definitely not allowed to enter the Temple of Glory.

"But didn't mom go to the Temple of Glory too?

"Mom, no matter where you are, no matter how dark and scary and harsh the places you go, I just want to be with you."

Leaf let out a breath of foul air slowly.

Muscles that had been tense for days slowly relaxed.

He wanted to lie flat next to the black-haired ratman's corpse, letting the sewage and darkness cover his mouth and nose.

"Clang clang clang!"

Suddenly there was the sound of metal bars hitting the iron fence overhead.

Then there was a strong and stinking aroma.

It tastes like fried datura fruit.

dinner time!

Although he doesn't care about the life and death of the rat people.

But after finally getting them here, even if they die, they must squeeze out their use value, instead of starving to death in vain.

A large basket of hot fried Datura fruit shook from the hole above the cage.

The red-eyed rat people who smelled it, like hyenas who found a dead body, no longer cared about watching the good show between Ye Zi and the black-haired rat people, their eyes lit up, and they rushed towards the food that fell from the sky.

"Gulu—"

I don't know if it's the smell or the smell, like a boa constrictor, along the nasal cavity, throat and chest, got into Ye Zi's stomach, and tossed vigorously.

Leaf clutched her hungry, burning stomach, curled up in the sewage, and struggled violently.

In a trance, hallucinations appeared in front of my eyes.

It doesn't seem to be the most crude fried mandala fruit that was randomly fried in the arena.

Instead, my mother shredded it finely, soaked it in mountain springs, picked more than a dozen kinds of wild flowers and wild fruits, ground them into powder and sauce, and cooked them carefully. The most delicious fried mandala sticks in the world.

I really want to eat fried mandala sticks made by my mother.

Really Want.

Think about it, think about it, think about it.

Ye Zi's eyes are also faintly red.

It was as red as if it had been in the deepest part of a dungeon for dozens of days, or even decades.

With all his strength, he punched himself in the stomach hard, and forced himself to sit up from the sewage with severe pain.

"No!

"I can't die silently in the depths of darkness like this ugly uncle!

"try again!

"As long as I can eat a fried mandala fruit, I can regain some strength and have the hope of living.

"I can do it, hehe, I must do it!

"I want to survive, I want to become stronger, I want to kill the Hornless Tauren Warrior and all the Bloodhoof Warriors, I want to find An Jia and rescue her.

"I want to eat the fried mandala fruit made by my mother!"