Running the "Path of Glory" is a very physically demanding feat.

Even clan warriors are often exhausted.

As the number one, Ye Zi is eligible to receive unlimited fried mandala fruits and condensed milk extracted from the milk of the totem beast as supplies and rewards.

The latter is a delicacy that is extremely difficult for rat people to enjoy and contains extremely rich energy.

The sweetness was like a flood bursting from a dam, rushing into Ye Ye's throat.

In the past, the rat boy would have devoured it without hesitation.

But after Meng Chao's preparation, Ye Zi learned the principle of chewing carefully and slowly to promote digestion and absorption.

Seeing his restrained eating expression, Bing Storm became even more surprised.

There is no information about Ye Zi in the training camp.

After all, thousands of rat people are captured and brought to Noire City every day, and the vast majority of them will be consumed within a year and a half.

No one has the patience to register these "consumables".

There are just little rat people on the left and right.

Ice Storm could only ask the boy's name and origin in person.

Facing the ace of the Blood Skull Arena, Ye Zi was a little cautious.

But when he thought of Lord Reaper's words, he felt that he was not afraid of anything, and told him his origin in detail.

It didn't surprise Ice Storm.

If the Age of Prosperity lasts only a few years, the veterans of the last Age of Glory will still be there, and even the rat people will remember the pleasure of killing and the glory of conquest.

Then, in the new era of glory, all you need to do is blow the horn and issue a recruitment order, and the rat people hiding in the ravines will swarm over and voluntarily assemble into an endless army of cannon fodder.

But the last prosperous era was too long.

When all the veterans have died, no one will remember the glory of the war.

Especially for the cowardly and incompetent rat people, who have become accustomed to the roles of growers and gatherers, to a calm life, to laughter, singing and games, they may not be willing to respond to the call of the clan and use their own corpses

, paving the way to glory for the gentlemen.

Therefore, Black Corner City sent out recruitment teams to every rat-dwelling area.

On the one hand, it can train the recruiting team's ability to travel long distances and raid.

On the one hand, it solves the burden of the old, weak, sick and disabled, etc., so that those who have no fighting ability will continue to waste precious food.

On the other hand, it also cuts off the escape route of the rat people in their prime, so that they no longer need to worry about their hungry families. Instead, they can be driven by hatred and turn into bloodthirsty killing machines, working with their masters wholeheartedly.

, to capture the supreme glory.

There is no question about the boy's identity.

So where did he learn all his skills?

Ice Storm pondered for a moment, looked at Ye Zi and said, "In the past two days, you lost several tests on purpose."

Not a question.

But definitely.

Ye Zi was slightly startled and nodded.

"Why?"

Ice Storm asked curiously, "With your strength, you have already had the chance to be selected by a certain gladiator and become a real servant. Why do you deliberately lose the test and continue to stay here?"

"Because, I still need to rest."

Ye Zi said, "I just crawled out of the dungeon, my body is covered with injuries, my stomach is very hungry, and I haven't recovered at all.

“If you are selected by a gladiator too early, you will be immediately driven to the arena for a real gladiatorial fight.

"I'm not afraid of other rat militia servants, but if we are swept away by the aftermath of the gladiators, or if we are asked to test new tactics and weapons, if dozens of servants fight against a totem beast, they may be injured or even die.

.

"So, I would rather rest here for a few more days and take good care of myself."

"rest?"

Ice Storm was stunned for a moment, then glanced around at the rat people who were training with gnashing of teeth, throbbing veins and even foaming at the mouth, and said in disbelief, "Do you think training here is a kind of rest?"

"That's right."

Ye Zi nodded honestly.

Master He and the Reaper grabbed his wrist and injected a large amount of lightning-like power into his body, tearing his flesh and blood apart and then condensing them together again.

The so-called high-intensity training here is indeed a kind of rest.

"Besides, I don't like those gladiators and don't want to follow them." Ye Zi swallowed a fried mandala fruit covered in condensed milk and grabbed the next one.

Unknowingly, he had swallowed twenty-two sweet and greasy datura fruits gracefully.

The belly bulged again and again, and then calmed down again and again amidst the thunderous sound of gastrointestinal motility.

The disappeared condensed milk and fruits were all transformed into the purest energy, slowly flowing through his body along the path guided by Meng Chao.

This sounds a bit arrogant.

As a servant of the rat people, I was not originally qualified to be picky about my master.

However, he is the strongest among the rat people.

The strong always have power, even if they cross the line a little.

"Why?"

Ice Storm was not angry and asked with interest, "Why don't you like them?"

"Because they are not strong enough."

Ye Zi shrugged and said, "I just want to follow an ace like Lord Ice Storm."

Icestorm laughed.

"real."

Zi Zi was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, so he said seriously, "When I first arrived at the Blood Skull Arena, I heard someone cheering for your victory. The resounding name 'Frost Queen' left a very deep impression on me.

At that time, I made up my mind to follow a victorious ace like you!"

"Victory in every battle?"

Ice Storm laughed at herself, but did not continue to dwell on this issue. What she is most curious about now is, "Your performance was so wonderful in the last level, when you cut down the core of the mandala tree. How did you do it?"

"Because when I was in my hometown, I often climbed to the top of the mandala tree to collect fruits, cut branches, catch insects, dig out bird's nests and so on."

Ye Zi puffed up his chest and said, "I can dance on the swaying mandala treetops on a day when the wind is howling. This is nothing."

"It's that simple?"

Bing Storm narrowed his eyes and went straight in, "How do you get your breathing, strength, and sword skills?"

She originally thought that this issue was quite sensitive and the young man would have to struggle and resist.

Unexpectedly, Ye Zi did not hesitate and said openly: "It was Master Reaper who taught me."

"Reaper..."

Ice Storm was stunned for a moment, "Who is that?"

"Master Reaper is a super macho man."

Ye Zi said seriously, "He is the most powerful man among all the rat people."

…

At this moment, the most powerful man among all the rat people was being pinched by the neck by a rat person three times larger than him, lifted into the air, and swayed around.

This is the largest rat citizen Meng Chao has ever seen.

He seems to have some of the blood of the wild elephant tribe, and is stronger than a standing bison. His steel-needle-like mane glows with a dangerous light, and the blood stains on it indicate that he was by no means friendly in the process of coming here.

.

"Who said he's not dead yet?"

The giant rat man with the blood of the Barbarian Elephants licked his two huge fangs, forced out a ferocious smile, and asked the others in the dungeon.

Everyone was huddled in the corner, shivering, not daring to look at him at all.

Only Meng Chao sighed slightly in his heart.

He swore that he really just wanted to lie there quietly and think, and was unwilling to waste even a gram of the energy generated by the Datura fruit on these rat people.

Why do you want to provoke him when there is no way to heaven?

In fact, at the beginning, he and his "cellmates" were able to get along well.

These guys bet with his life and death, and are also afraid of his indescribable power. Besides, he won't compete with them for the mandala fruit. Isn't it nice that everyone stays on the same page?

Especially after the leaves became extremely powerful and stood out after his manipulation.

Although the relationship between the two was not known, the mystery surrounding Meng Chao became more intense, and those guys who had been in the dungeon for several days became increasingly afraid to provoke him.

But there are always exceptions.

The newly arrived rat man, who has the blood of the Barbarian Elephant clan, seems to be eager to leave the dungeon.

In the last round of food distribution, he not only snatched nearly half of the fried mandala fruits in one go, but also bet on Meng Chao's life and death with half of the food in his hand and the other half of the food that others grabbed.

Winner takes all.

He bet that Meng Chao was dead.

They also forced others to participate in the gambling game and bet that Meng Chao was still alive.

Those who were unwilling to participate in the gambling game were all slapped hard on their chests by him with his elephant trunk like a meteor hammer, causing blood to spurt out and they fell down.

And when Meng Chao lazily sat up and rolled his eyes to show that he was still alive, this guy strode forward again and lifted Meng Chao up from the sewage.

From his shoulders to his arms to his fingers, his bones crackled.

The astonishing strange power could forcefully break Meng Chao's neck in the next second, causing the black-haired rat citizen who was covered in bruises to die.

Meng Chao frowned slightly.

He was thinking seriously about whether to discuss it with the other party again. As long as the other party let go of him and apologized, the matter would be over.

But judging from the grimace on this old man’s face, he must not be able to listen to any unflattering advice, right?

Forget it, talking is also a very energy-consuming thing.

Meng Chao thought like this and took action with lightning.

Hold the four fingers tightly, raise your thumb like a dagger, and tap lightly on the inside of the opponent's elbow.

The other party subconsciously curled up his arms, closing the distance between Meng Chao and his throat.

Meng Chao retracted his thumb, popped out his tail finger, and flicked the opponent's throat.

No one could see clearly what was going on. The giant rat man with the blood of the Barbarian Elephant clan trembled slightly and suddenly froze.

Then, like a cracked stone sculpture, he let go of Meng Chao, took half a step back, slowly knelt down, covered his throat with his hands, his eyes bulging out of his sockets, curled up into a huge lobster, foaming at the mouth in the sewage,
Chapter completed!