Now the number of rat servants under Ice Storm has increased to 300.

After the number of soldiers increased sharply, the food, medicine and weapons and equipment consumed by so many servants on a daily basis were obviously not something that one gladiator could afford.

Not even ace can do it.

The vast majority of gladiators will join a wealthy family at this stage, and the family will bear most of the consumption of the servants.

Naturally, the family has partial control over these servants. The so-called commander cannot obtain 100% loyalty from the servants.

Due to her own reasons, Icestorm is unwilling or unable to join the Bloodhoof family.

She had very limited control over these servants, so she simply let them do whatever they wanted in the large training ground, following the methods taught by Meng Chao.

Meng Chao had neither the inclination nor the ability to train a total of three hundred rat servants into elite soldiers who had experienced hundreds of battles.

He simply accepted his fate and the thirty rat servants who initially followed him, including Ye Zi, became the instructors of the three hundred rat servants.

I never thought how well they could teach other recruits.

But if you act as an instructor, you can justifiably allocate more resources to these thirty rat servants - datura fruits and secret medicines.

Moreover, the process of teaching skills to others is also a process of deepening one's own impressions and integrating combat skills into one's blood unconsciously, forming a conditioned reflex.

Meng Chao still valued the first batch of thirty rat servants.

After all, there are more than ten or twenty people here, and he personally went to the depths of the dungeon to select them and taught them step by step!

Especially the leaves.

It helped him so much when he was half dead.

The little guy is very talented and smart.

If possible, Meng Chao still hopes that he can live well and live until...the war in the other world is over and there is a better tomorrow.

Some seeds grow on poor soil, and it may take three to five years to grow a bunch of small shoots.

But as long as you give it a little sunshine, rain, dew and sweet nutrients, it will soon grow into a towering tree as hard as iron.

That's what leaves are like.

After getting enough mandala fruits, golden fruits and even totem beast flesh and blood, swallowing them together with the secret medicine, and following the method taught by Meng Chao, high-frequency peristalsis of the intestines and stomach, accelerating the secretion of digestive juices, digesting and absorbing them all

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The originally immature rat boy was undergoing radical changes almost every day.

Even when I sleep at night, I can hear the "crackling" sound of my bones growing, like bamboo shoots springing up after a rain.

Ye Zi is now more than half a head taller than when Meng Chao first met him. His shoulders are wider than the width of a hand, and his chest is thicker than three fingers. Between the new bones, there are things as tight as steel bars.

His muscles were full of eager strength, like a beast with shiny hair.

What changed even more was his expression and temperament.

From the time I first arrived in Noire City, I was filled with fear and confusion.

It has become full of confidence now, even overconfidence.

It was as if he had completely seen where his journey was leading, and he firmly believed that he would be able to overcome this journey and win the final victory.

Meng Chao was stunned by his question for a long time and motioned to him to take a rest in the corner and replenish some secret medicine and high-energy food.

After looking around to make sure that no one could hear their conversation, Meng Chao said: "The Horned Rat... seems to be a rat hero from long ago?"

"No, the Great Horned Rat God is not just an ancient hero, he is also the ancestral spirit of all rat people!"

Ye Zi trusted Meng Chao very much, like a child who got a new toy and couldn't help but want to offer the treasure to the adults. He danced and talked endlessly about the legend of the horned rat god.

Naturally, it was the same thing Meng Chao had heard in his previous life.

The rat hero named "Big Horned Rat" fought bravely in ancient wars and regarded death as his own. He became a member of the ancestral spirit and protected all the rat people for thousands of years.

When the rat people use their forbearance, hard work, blood and even lives to atone for the sins committed by their ancestors thousands of years ago, it means that their bloodline is no longer despicable, but as glorious and holy as all clan warriors.

, is the crystallization of the purest courage.

At this time, the incarnation of the Great Horned Rat God will come to the world, lead all the rat people, establish their own clan, and seize the throne of the "War Chief". For the first time in thousands of years, the rat people will rule the entire Turanze.

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The leaves are so colorful.

Seeing that his face was red, his eyes were shining, and his saliva was flying to the point of foaming at the mouth, Meng Chao once again handed over the cold water mixed with honey to let the young man calm down, and reminded him carefully: "The Great Horned Rat God... is really interesting.

…Unbelievable…Is this true?”

"Of course it's true, Reaper, of course it's true!"

Ye Zi waved his fist, and with the unique vigor of a young man, he gritted his teeth and said, "This world is unfair, Reaper, haven't you realized that this world is very unfair?"

"We rat people live happily in our own village without provoking anyone, so far away from Noire City!

"Why are those superior clan warriors able to rush into our village, burn, kill, and loot, tie us up like pigs, and take us to Black Horn City to serve as their servants and slaves?

"Our relatives have been killed by them, and our homes have been destroyed by them, but we still have to obey them obediently. We are either on the arena, beating other rat people to pieces, or forging weapons.

In the factory, I was so hot and exhausted that I accidentally fell into the furnace and was burned alive!

"I admit, it feels quite satisfying when you wield your sword on the arena and chop down other rat servants!

"But after I got off the arena, I calmed down and thought about it carefully. It wasn't other rat servants who destroyed my home. Why should I fight to the death with them, while those clan masters who burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil?

How can they sit high in the audience and watch the rat people kill each other, beating their heads to pieces, and yet laugh out loud?

"I even thought that maybe when I and other rat people were hugging each other and rolling around in a pool of blood, the hornless bull-headed warrior who killed my brother was sitting in the audience.

Watching my 'performance' with a smile!

"When I think of this, it feels like a fire has been put into my chest, and I am so angry that my whole chest is about to explode!"

Meng Chao nodded.

I am very happy for the awakening of the rat boy.

If Ye Zi is the kind of person who is obsessed with power and the pleasure of killing, and forgets the purpose of fighting and the meaning of killing.

No matter how talented he was, Meng Chao would not waste even half a second on him.

"You are right, Reaper. The so-called superior clan masters are just a group of buzzing flies. No, they are not flies, they are mosquitoes. They are huge mosquitoes that can suck the blood of the rat people alive!"

Ye Zi saw the light of encouragement in Meng Chao's admiring eyes. He clenched his fists and continued, "Why are the clan warriors able to embark on the most glorious battlefield with such a radiant attitude? But the rat people are not in the factory.

Are we being squeezed to death in the mines to serve as cannon fodder to consume the enemy's magic and arrows? Even if we win the battle, most of us will either die in obscurity or continue to endure the oppression of the clan warriors.

Squeeze until death!

"When will these damn days end?

"The clan master told us that this is because we have despicable blood flowing in our bodies, and our ancestors have committed various mistakes and even crimes, mainly because of the 'crime of cowardice' - they have all committed crimes in the past thousands of years.

, the deserters from the previous 'Battles of Glory', it was because of their cowardly escape that the entire front collapsed, leading to the failure of the entire war, and the extremely powerful and brave Turan warriors were never able to conquer.'

The Place of Holy Light'.

"So, we must atone for what our ancestors did.

"But I suspect this is all a lie.

"Because I have carefully observed and asked Spider and the others, as well as the rat laborers who have lived in Black Point City for more than ten or twenty years.

"They told me that whether in the countryside or in Black Point City, the number of rat people is more than ten times or even dozens of times greater than the number of clan masters!

"This is wrong, Reaper, think about it. The old men said that our ancestors became rat people because they became deserters. However, the number of rat people is more than ten times that of the clan warriors. Isn't this right?

Say, in all the glorious battles, among the mighty Turan army, nine out of ten warriors would become deserters?"

"..."

At this time, even Meng Chao was greatly surprised by the keen intuition and clear thinking of the rat boy. He couldn't help but exclaimed, "Congratulations, Ye Zi, you found the blind spot!"

"This is all your fault, Reaper."

The rat boy blushed a little, then wagged his tail, and said quite proudly, "You taught me how to count with tools other than fingers, how to do the simplest addition and multiplication, how to think about those...

This is a question that no one in our village has ever thought about.

"You know, I didn't know what the point of thinking about these messy questions was. In the village, all I thought about was how to pick the most mandala fruits in the shortest time, or how to climb to the highest point.

Pick the most beautiful golden fruit from the mandala tree.

"When I arrived at Black Corner City and the Blood Skull Arena, all I could think about was how to become stronger, kill all the enemies, avenge my mother and brother, and find Anjia.

"Datura fruit is delicious.

"Becoming stronger is also very important.

"However, after listening to them tell the story of the Great Horned Rat God, and thinking about it in the way you taught me, I vaguely realized that my enemy was not the Bull-headed Warrior alone, or even the blood of the Warrior who sent the Bull-headed Warrior.
Chapter completed!