Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Thinking of this, Meng Chao replied: "No matter how sharp the sword is, if it is always stored in the scabbard, it will not be able to exert the slightest power. Since I can no longer use these killing skills, it is better to pass them on to more Turan warriors." , so that the warriors can win higher glory."

These words moved Ice Storm.

She clapped her hands, summoned two rat servants to serve her, and brought Meng Chao a large amount of fried datura fruits, condensed milk, and the secret medicine prepared by the witch doctor.

Although the calories of fried Datura fruit are high, it is an ordinary food after all, and the spiritual energy contained in a unit mass is not too rich.

For Meng Chao, who seemed to have a bottomless pit in his body, no matter how many fried mandala fruits he ate, it would be difficult to replenish all the combat power consumed by "Lv Siya".

However, the condensed milk carefully refined with totem animal milk and oil contains spiritual power, which is no less than the best high-quality high-energy nutrient concentrated stock solution in Longcheng.

And the high-level orcs have been able to rule Turanze for thousands of years, and have competed against the Holy Light camp with the protection of the gods. Their witch doctors, of course, are not only capable of pretending to be ghosts.

Compared with the genetic medicine of Dragon City, the secret medicine prepared by the Turan witch doctors contained a lot of impurities, but when swallowed, it felt like a magma flowed down the throat and reached between the chest and abdomen, burning the internal organs.

However, after the medicinal power penetrates into the limbs and bones, it is also true that the damaged cells can be repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's like burning knives brewed in a private workshop, strong enough, strong enough, fierce enough, especially on top!

Ordinary extraordinary people may not be able to withstand this secret medicine specially refined for high-level orcs.

But Meng Chao drank the super genetic potion "Hell's Blood" as a sugar-free drink.

He, whose cell activity was far superior to that of ordinary extraordinary people, was not afraid of the side effects of Turan's secret medicine at all, and drank a bag full of emerald green secret medicine in one gulp, uttering an extremely refreshing groan.

Sensing that the power was spreading in the limbs and bones, making the damaged and withered veins, like a flood dragon awakened from hibernation, full and active again, Meng Chao felt that the partner in front of him was the right choice.

However, he did not mobilize his spiritual energy to the surface of his body to repair the skin wounds all over his body.

For now, he doesn't want anyone to find out that he has the ability to heal himself quickly.

It would be better for all the high orcs to think that he was seriously injured and weak.

Ice Storm didn't suspect that the "Reaper" in front of him was hiding his strength.

After all, judging from Meng Chao's superficial injuries, it was already a miracle of life that he could barely stand here.

The snow leopard female warrior was just curious: "Actually, with such abilities, you could have gone to the big shots in the Bloodskull Arena, for example, Kasava Bloodhoof.

"I believe that this adjudicator, and the Bloodhoof clan behind him, can give you more food and secret medicine, and can also guarantee your safety in the entire territory of the Bloodhoof clan."

The implication is, why do you, a rare commodity, come to me, a little gladiator, instead of looking for the real master of the blood skull arena?

Meng Chao shrugged.

"A few days ago, I was dizzy and dying. I couldn't even speak, and my mind was in a mess. I haven't thought of so many things."

Meng Chao explained, "At that time, who would believe a guy who curled up in the deepest part of the dungeon with a strange appearance and couldn't tell where he came from?

"What can I do to climb out of the dungeon and meet the 'Master Kasava' you mentioned?"

"That's why you trained Ye Zi and used him to arouse the interest of the strong."

Ice Storm is not stupid, and she instantly understood Meng Chao's intentions. She narrowed her eyes, stared straight at Meng Chao and said, "Well, now you have the opportunity to meet the powerful man in Blackhorn City, and I need to take you to meet him." Lord Kasava, his father is the current chief of the Bloodhoof clan, and he is also very likely to become the 'war chief' who will command the entire Turanian army.

"As long as you dedicate these bark papers to him and tell him a few sets of combat skills, you will definitely get a hundred times richer reward than mine."

Meng Chao hesitated.

Still shook his head.

"What if Master Kasava doesn't believe me?"

He pretended not to see that Ice Storm was testing him, and said frankly, "After all, through this period of observation, I found that the black-haired and black-eyed self is similar to most of the rat people and clan warriors." They are all different, out-and-out heterogeneous.

"What if Master Kasava suspects my origin and motive and insists on telling me everything, but I really can't remember it, what should I do?

"Or, Master Kasava thinks that instead of giving me food and secret medicine, it is better to put me in a dark prison and use the cruelest means to torture me, so that it is more likely to squeeze out all the secrets in my mind. secret, so what?

"Although I, like all Turan warriors, am not afraid of death, but I was tortured and slowly torn to pieces by rusty and cold machines, instead of being killed by the strong on the battlefield. Death is not the ending I want.

"So, compared to Master Kasava, I am still more willing to follow Master Ice Storm."

This was what Meng Chao had in mind.

He had already learned the names of the big men who controlled the Bloodhoof Clan from the Ratmen locked in the dungeon.

I also thought about whether to go directly to these big shots, or even the current chief of the Bloodhoof clan to cooperate.

However, the huge disparity in size between the two parties makes it impossible for this cooperation to have the slightest possibility of equality and mutual benefit.

It can only be the opponent who firmly occupies the home court advantage and a strong position, squeezing him to the fullest.

Meng Chao didn't like to discuss cooperation with an aggressive and powerful party in such a situation where he was at a disadvantage.

There is no guarantee that the other party will not have other thoughts when seeing him alone.

Besides, he knows the result of this "Five Clans Clash" better than anyone else.

For thousands of years, among the five major clans, the comprehensive strength has always been the runner-up. The Bloodhoof clan, literally the "second in the millennium", once again failed to challenge the throne of the "War Chief", and could only obediently obey the orders of the Golden Clan.

If you can't even order the entire Turanze, what qualifications do you have to discuss cooperation with Meng Chao?

If Meng Chao wanted to talk, he had to talk to the real big boss!

Thinking of this, his eyes became clearer and more magnanimous.

This kind of magnanimity dispelled the last trace of doubt in the ice storm.

Of course she knew that the "reaper" in front of her may not be telling the truth - including losing her memory and forgetting her identity.

It is more likely that this guy has something unspeakable to hide, and he is unwilling to reveal his true background in front of the big shots of the Bloodhoof clan.

Just like... myself.

However, it doesn't matter.

In a sense, even better.

As long as this guy's combat skills are genuine and can be seen immediately, Ice Storm is willing to give him everything he wants.

"I only have five days."

Ice Storm said, "In five days, can your combat skills really make my soldiers advance by leaps and bounds?"

Meng Chao said, "That depends on what kind of soldier you are."

Ice Storm said: "Of course they are the strongest soldiers."

Meng Chao shook his head slowly and said, "With all due respect, you shouldn't choose the strongest soldier."

Ice Storm was slightly taken aback, and asked curiously, "Why?"

"If I'm not mistaken, before the past few rounds of team battles, when selecting soldiers to form a team, you chose the strongest soldiers."

Meng Chao said calmly, "But after survival of the fittest and multiple screenings, the rat people's servants who are eligible to be seen by you should all be about the same in strength.

"The strongest person cannot be twice as strong as the thinnest person. In a chaotic team battle, such individual differences are not the key to victory."

Ice Storm's curiosity was raised high, and he didn't care to pursue Meng Chao's scar from poking her for three consecutive losses, and asked: "Then what is the key to victory?"

"will."

Meng Chao said, "No matter how strong a flesh and blood body is, there is a limit, but the power of will may be endless."

Ice Storm frowned and said, "Isn't the strongest soldier the one with the strongest willpower?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Meng Chao explained, "You are a high-ranking clan warrior with the blood of glory. Although you have the power to choose servants at will, you have never looked up at the ray of light above your head from the deepest part of the dungeon, so you don't know. How did the rat people who entered the deepest part of the dungeon climb up.

"Prisoning tens of thousands of rat people together, using scarce food to trigger competition among us, using this method to survive the fittest, can only select the most powerful miscellaneous soldiers, but may not be able to select the best fighters.

"Suppose there was a ratman who curled up on the ground and trembled tremblingly when his home was destroyed. All clan warriors disdain to kill such a cowardly person, so he survived the long journey unscathed. After entering the dungeon, because The least injured, the most food robbed, and the appearance of eating fat and strong—is he the soldier that Lord Icestorm wants?

"There was also a ratman who fought back when his home was destroyed, and was seriously injured.

"During the long journey, he rescued his companions regardless of the pain, and dragged many rat people who were undoubtedly going to die, and persisted to Blackhorn City together. As a result, when he fell into the dungeon, his injuries broke out and he was no longer able to grab food.

"Isn't it a pity that such a warrior died in the dungeon?

"And Master Icestorm doesn't want to know how powerful the fighting power will be after rescuing such a warrior from the dungeon, giving him enough food and treatment, and making him recover?"

Ice Storm's heart skipped a beat.

After losing three games in a row, she also faintly felt that there was something wrong with her criteria for selecting soldiers.

And Kasava definitely won't let her win the last and most crucial team battle smoothly.

No matter how strong the recruits she selected were, they could not be stronger than the soldiers who had cast witchcraft and swallowed the secret medicine.

So, today at boot camp, she picked only leaves.

Counting the "Reaper" in front of her, she still has twenty-eight servants.

Ice Storm pondered: "Then, how should I know, who is only physically strong, and who is extremely strong-willed?"