Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Ice Storm couldn't bear it anymore.

If the first few servants that Meng Chao helped her "carefully select" from the depths of the dungeon were considered "average", this middle-aged man with hands and feet thinner than leaves and with a wrinkled face, It can be regarded as "crooked melon and split dates".

Ice Storm sized the spider up and down from hair to tail for several rounds, but he didn't see what qualifications this guy, who could be blown down by a gust of wind, had to be his servant.

"Is this guy named 'Spider' stronger than those strong men who have crossed the 'Path of Glory'?"

Ice Storm suppressed the anger that was about to move, and asked with a frown.

"I have no idea."

Meng Chao shook his head and said calmly, "But, if he is locked in the same cell as a totem beast with the ten strong men who lined up behind the leaf and crossed the 'Road of Glory', I bet you will bet on it." All bets, the one who can persist until the end must be this 'spider'."

Ice Storm's white eyebrows raised high.

Unexpectedly, Meng Chao had such a high opinion of this unattractive middle-aged man.

"Why?" The snow leopard female warrior couldn't help asking.

"Because he is the one who persisted the longest in the depths of the dungeon besides me."

Meng Chao said, "He persisted in the depths of the dungeon for a full ten days, and he is still standing upright, alive and kicking."

"But he's thin."

Ice Storm said, "It seems that there are not many fried mandala fruits."

"That's what makes him great."

Meng Chao said, "If a ratman is a strong man, he can grab the most food as soon as he enters the dungeon, and the food will become stronger and stronger, and soon no one will dare to compete with him. He only needs to stay comfortably for two days. In three days, you can climb out of the dungeon and enter the boot camp. Isn't it too high?

"But 'Spider' looks so thin, and his physical strength is gradually declining. He has to do his best every round. Even if he grabs the fried mandala fruit, there is no guarantee that others will not snatch it from him again.

"For such people, every round of food delivery is a life-and-death test.

"It is necessary to mobilize all strength, wisdom, and strategies, and even to penetrate people's hearts, know how to choose, and learn to cooperate in order to pass the test.

"And he has passed dozens of rounds of life-and-death tests, although his performance is not too impressive - of course, if a person like him performed too brilliantly, he would have already become a bird in the head and besieged by others.

"But he survived in the end, and with his own strength, he could straighten his spine and climb out of the dungeon.

"That's why I believe that if he and those strong men who have not passed the test of life and death are put in the worst environment at the same time, he must be the one who can survive to the end."

Ice Storm obviously didn't believe it.

Meng Chao smiled, and continued: "And, if I'm not mistaken, he even hides a bit of strength, he's definitely not as weak as he appears on the surface."

"What?"

Ice Storm became curious.

With her hands on her back, she walked slowly in front of the servants.

When he passed the spider, he didn't even look at him.

But after walking four or five arms away, he suddenly flicked his tail, and threw a sharp ice pick towards the spider's face.

The spider turned pale with fright.

Responding instinctively, the limbs suddenly shrank and flicked.

The whole person is like a huge spider, standing on all fours, twisting in a strange posture, avoiding the seemingly ferocious attack, but in fact it is all ice flowers, without the slightest lethal attack.

Frozen flowers turned into cold sweat on his forehead.

The spider groaned secretly.

I know that it may not be so easy to escape from the heavily guarded Blood Skull Arena and this black-haired black-eyed evildoer.

Ice Storm was greatly surprised.

"really!"

She was surprised and delighted, "How did you see it, what else can you see?"

Meng Chao smiled slightly, ignored the first half of the question, and answered the second half directly: "I can still see that he is a hunter."

"Private hunter?"

These, Ice Storm was even more surprised.

Turanze is rich in water and grass, and the Datura tree is deeply rooted in the harshest environment, making the mountains and plains full of lush forests.

Between the grassland and the mountains, there are naturally countless birds and beasts.

However, without the permission and guidance of the clan lord, the rat people cannot hunt privately.

The ostensible reason is that a gallant with dirty blood in his body is not worthy of such a noble and courageous profession as hunting.

In fact, it is the clan lords who need a large number of totem beasts in the mountains and forests.

There is a weak totem power in the body of the totem beast.

In the words of Dragon City civilization, it is the flesh and blood of super beasts rich in psionic energy.

The clan lords devoured enough flesh and blood of totem beasts to become stronger and stronger. By the way, they used the bones and blood of totem beasts to strengthen their own totems.

This point is the same as the transcendent in Dragon City.

But totem beasts, which are equivalent to monsters, are also existences with an amazing appetite.

Only when a large number of wild animals serve as the basis of the food chain, can there be a large number of totem beasts for the clan lords to hunt, devour and use.

If the rat people, whose number is hundreds of times larger than the clan lords, all eat marrow and taste, instead of eating mandala fruit, they like to eat meat and eat up all the beasts.

The number of totem beasts that lack food will definitely decrease significantly.

That will affect the enjoyment of the clan lords.

Therefore, the five major clans have all promulgated hunting bans against the rat people.

Of course, when the Datura fruit is abundant, the Rat People are not willing to take the risk of being smashed to pieces and go hunting in the deep mountains and old forests.

Although to the powerful Turans of Kongwu, ordinary beasts are nothing.

But totem beasts are more terrifying than monsters.

Simply put, totem beasts can be regarded as close relatives of monsters.

It's just that the number is not as large as the surging beast tide in the monster mountain range, and there is no "mastermind" to integrate all the totem beasts.

Therefore, it has been suppressed and even raised by the Turan people.

But compared to monsters, totem beasts also have a very scary place.

That is, there is "totem power" in their bodies, and they can summon totem armor just like totem warriors.

Just imagine, a monster with teeth and claws is already very difficult to deal with.

If the monster can still secrete a liquid metal-like substance, it will form a ferocious armor or even a complex mechanical structure on the surface of the body.

That is simply the nightmare of carbon-based intelligent creatures.

Even clan warriors with noble blood have a very high casualty rate in hunting totem beasts.

For the rat people who lack the power of totems, totem beasts are existences that they simply cannot contend with.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to attract rat people to hunt in the mountains just by saying "I am tired of eating Datura fruit, change the taste".

A more common situation is that they are escorted by clan lords and sent to the depths of the forest where totem beasts often appear as bait to lure the totem beasts out for the lords.

At the risk of losing their heads, the rat people who want to be private hunters are all clever and daring existences.

Ice Storm is interested in spiders.

Now is the era of glory.

The rules of the Prosperous Era, including the hunting ban, were all smashed.

Moreover, she was not from the Bloodhoof Clan, so she was not interested in maintaining the hunting ban for the Bloodhoof Clan.

"Are you a hunter?"

She watched the spider with interest.

The middle-aged rat man's wrinkles were crumpled together, and he looked more and more worried, not knowing how to answer.

Ice Storm turned his attention to Meng Chao again.

"People who work or fight all year round have calluses on their hands and a lot of scars on their bodies, but the calluses and scars of gatherers, planters, reapers, hunters, and professional warriors are all different."

Meng Chao knew what Ice Storm was going to ask, so he answered calmly, "Observing carefully the distribution of calluses on his hands, the faint scars on his body, and the lines of his muscles, we can naturally see that he is an experienced , a well-trained hunter."

The corners of Ice Storm's eyes twitched.

Xin said: "How can it be 'naturally seen'? This is not 'natural'!"

Sensing the nervousness of the spider, Meng Chao stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, uncle, since you have persisted until this point, no one will hold you accountable for hunting without permission.

"On the contrary, you will have the opportunity to go to a hunting ground that is more extensive, more dangerous, and of course the prey is more abundant. I guarantee that as long as you do your best, you will be able to hunt what you want."

With that said, Meng Chao winked at the spider.

Spider froze.

The heart hanging in the throat suddenly fell back into the chest.

For some reason, he immediately believed the words of this "inmate" who had been with him for ten days and nights.

Moreover, looking at Meng Chao's black hair and black eyes, he had a faint feeling.

Meng Chao knew what he wanted to do.

knew he wanted to escape.

Escape from the Bloodhead Arena, escape from Blackcorner City, and escape back to the mother-in-law and the cubs.

But Meng Chao would never report to anyone.

And, as long as he can give Meng Chao what he wants, Meng Chao will help him when the critical moment comes.

The situation of the other rat people standing in a row with the spider was not much different.

They are all not very tall, but they all have unique skills.

They were "talents" carefully selected by Meng Chao after ten days of observation in the dark, who might help him complete the task.

——Hidden in the depths of the darkness, when there is nothing to do, apart from piecing together the memory fragments of the previous life and deducing the progress of the alien war, the only pleasure is to observe the rat people in the dungeon.

Not just the prison cell where I am.

It also includes hundreds of cells full of rat people distributed on both sides of the entire corridor.

See more than just with the naked eye.

They also use ears comparable to radar and bugs to eavesdrop on the bloody scrambles and whispers of the rat people, and even the sounds of their heartbeats, breathing, and tense muscles.

Also use the extremely sensitive life magnetic field to perceive their burning desire to survive like a flame.

In order to find those who, in the darkest desperate situation, are unwilling to give up hope.