"This is--"

All the rat people in the dungeon were stunned.

Especially those who stayed in the dungeon for several days and watched Meng Chao covered in bruises and soaked in sewage for several days.

They thought they knew this dying black-haired rat citizen very well.

It wasn't until this moment that I realized how wrong I was!

Meng Chao was unwilling to waste any energy or time on them.

Slowly picking up and devouring the fried mandala fruits left by the giant rat people, Meng Chao continued to figure out his next plan.

Killing the giant rat people is not a problem.

The problem is that he doesn't want to be too high-profile.

Because, an outstanding man like him is like a firefly in the night. Even if he exposes 1% of his sharpness, he may be spotted by military nobles with a strong background and get into a lot of trouble.

No matter how powerful the military aristocrat is, Meng Chao has the confidence to deal with them.

But he ran out of time.

Meng Chao knew from the memory fragments of his previous life that the supreme leader of the Turan civilization, the "War Chief", who presided over the Battle of Glory this time, was still from the Golden Clan.

Therefore, he had no time to stay in Black Horn City and mess around with the bull-headed, horse-faced, wild boars and elephants of the Bloodhoof clan.

We must obtain resources as soon as possible, heal injuries, obtain totems, restore strength, leave Black Corner City, and go to the center of Turanze, the main city of the Golden Clan, to find the supreme leader of Turan Civilization!

In this case, it is particularly important to have a collaborator who is of equal strength and can get what each needs.

"I don't know what happened to the leaves on it."

Meng Chao thought to himself, "Can he digest and absorb everything I stuffed into his body, and can he find a suitable ace gladiator?"

Just as I was thinking, there was the sound of iron rods hitting the fence above my head.

A dazzling light shattered the darkness and swept across the faces and bodies of the rat people.

In the end, he stayed for an extra long time on the wounds that were crisscrossing Meng Chao's body and were densely packed with different depths.

"So you are the 'Reaper'?"

A voice asked from above, half impatiently, half sarcastically.

Meng Chao's heart moved and he nodded.

"Why is it called this name?"

The voice above held back a laugh and asked, "Are you very good at harvesting things, or are you often harvested by others?"

…

Meng Chao was half-carried and half-stretched out of the dungeon on a simple stretcher woven from mandala branches by four rat laborers.

Although the posture was very awkward, he was not willing to waste even a drop of energy trying to change it.

Instead, he focused all his psychic energy on the retina and cochlea, collecting all images and audio from all directions as much as possible.

The key is in the details.

A large amount of information about a civilization can be inferred from the details that can be seen everywhere.

All the shorthand symbols remaining deep in the dungeon have been erased by him.

But the information about Turan Civilization has long been deeply engraved in Meng Chao's mind.

At this moment, based on the latest observed details, he added the following information in his brain:

"The Turan Civilization's most important military facility, the Arena, is comparable in size to a football stadium with 50,000 people on Earth, or even larger.

"These ancient and majestic buildings are all made of huge rocks cut very precisely, just like pyramids.

“However, a large amount of datura tree gum is added between the rocks as an adhesive.

“And in key parts of the overall structure, huge mandala trees have sprouted from the ground.

"The mandala tree, which is hundreds of meters high, and its branches covering hundreds of meters in radius, form natural columns, beams and ceilings, ensuring that the entire giant building can stand for thousands of years.

"This extremely clever construction method seems to use biochemical technology that is beyond the times. Parts of the building are not built up, but are 'grown' directly from the ground.

"I don't think the current Turan civilization has such technology.

"You can also hear from the chatter of the audience in the distance that the dozens of arenas in Noire City have a history of at least thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years ago, and are 'gifts from the ancestors'.

"Does this mean that the ancestors of the Turan people once created a splendid civilization that was far more advanced than the current clan era?

"This is very possible.

"Because in Black Corner City, there are dozens of arenas with a capacity of over 30,000 to 50,000 people.

"It means that this city has at least millions of permanent residents. When the Age of Glory comes, warriors from various towns and settlements will gather here, and the population will surge five or even ten times.

"The size of a city is closely related to the advanced level of civilization.

“It is difficult to imagine that a clan civilization in the Middle Ages could have more than one glorious city with a population of millions or even tens of millions.

“It is said that every big city in Turanze is very ancient and was built by the ‘ancestral spirits’ that the Turan people revered so much.

"Ancestral spirit is an extremely important and sacred word in Turan.

"It seems to have passed away long ago, but it still seems to control the life, death, honor, disgrace, destiny, and everything of the Turan people.

"What would the ancestors of the Turan people look like?"

Thinking like this, Meng Chao saw Ye Zi.

Compared with when he left the dungeon, the rat boy now looked completely new.

He put on an armor tanned with bison skin, and had a bone blade across his waist. He held his head high and looked like he was no longer green and panicked as he had just fallen into the dungeon.

"Lord Reaper!"

As soon as he saw Meng Chao, Ye Zi's brows lit up with joy and he came up to him.

However, when he saw Meng Chao's injuries clearly, he was shocked.

Deep in the dungeon, the light was dim, and most of Meng Chao's body was immersed in the sewage, so he couldn't see clearly.

Now through the strong sunlight, Ye Zi truly understood how badly Meng Chao was injured.

He couldn't help but marvel at what kind of material the Lord Reaper was made of. He was injured so badly and could still stir up the shining lines and arrows in his body, helping him to reborn and reborn from the ashes.

Simply, amazing!

"Are you okay?"

Ye Zi hurriedly stepped forward and carefully supported Meng Chao, "You need treatment!"

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

In fact, with so much energy collected from the fried mandala fruit these days, it has long been possible to treat seemingly shocking skin injuries.

The reason why I didn't do this was that I wanted to use the energy to repair more important organs and spiritual veins.

On the other hand, Meng Chao didn't want others to know how quickly his wounds healed.

Go alone and go deep into Turanze, which is full of variables. The more cards you have in your pocket, the better.

If possible, he really wanted to appear in front of King Turan, the war chief, in this injured and dying state!

"Tell me about the situation here first."

Meng Chao looked at Ye Zi's proud expression and smiled, "It seems that you have found a suitable gladiator."

"That's right, according to your instructions, after I arrived at the recruit training camp, I gave my fried mandala fruits to the thinnest and oldest rat laborers who seemed to have been bullied by many people.

Pretending to be pitiful in front of me, he actually told me a lot about the Blood Skull Arena and the Ace Gladiator!"

Ye Zi widened his big bright eyes, looked at Meng Chao with admiration, and said, "But, Mr. Reaper, how do you know that such a handyman is the most well-informed and willing to tell me?"

"It's very simple."

Meng Chao explained, "Since he is the thinnest rat servant and has a face that has been bullied, he obviously doesn't have enough to eat, so he can easily be bribed by a few fried mandala fruits.

"And being older means that he has stayed in the Blood Skull Arena for a longer time, and naturally has more opportunities to come into contact with the gossip here.

"Also, the older rat people, seeing a little guy like you, will easily take care of you as a nephew. Seeing that you are so thin, telling you some information to give you a chance to save your life is considered

Human nature."

"I see."

Ye Zi scratched his head and said, "Anyway, I have found out clearly that in the Blood Skull Arena in the past six months, there have been a total of four 'aces' who have won thirty or fifty games in a row. The 'Master Ice Storm' I am following now,

She is the one who best meets the requirements of Lord Reaper, the most withdrawn, and the least gregarious, and she also encountered a minor trouble."

"Don't be anxious, speak slowly."

Meng Chao said, "I heard the name 'Ice Storm' in the dungeon, and knew that she was a female snow leopard warrior from the Golden Clan, an outsider in Black Corner City - but the Turan people don't seem to be xenophobic, at least in the

Within the five major clans, only strength speaks, and there is no serious discrimination. There are many gladiators in the Blood Skull Arena, and they are all outsiders. Why doesn't she fit in?"

"Because she is unwilling to go through the 'blood-giving ceremony' and officially join a certain family."

Ye Zi said, "Most of the outsiders in Black Horn City break away from the past through the blood-giving ceremony, join a brand new family, and become a part of the Bloodhoof clan.

"The same is true for the foreign gladiators in the Blood Skull Arena, whether they are lions, tigers, lizards or jackals.

"In order to become a new member of the Bloodhoof clan's military aristocracy that has been passed down for thousands of years, many foreign gladiators came to the arena to fight to the death, with bloody blows.

"Only this Lord Icestorm is extremely arrogant. I heard that even the owners of the Bloodskull Arena, the Bloodhoof family who are qualified to bear the name of the clan, extended an olive branch to her, but she dismissed it and came to

He hasn't joined any family in Black Corner City for so long!

"Although it would be a great shame for us rat people to run away from the battlefield or raise our hands to surrender.

"But for gentlemen who are born with glorious blood, surrendering to the strong man who defeated them and changing clans is a privilege allowed by the ancestors. Many clan gentlemen do this.
Chapter completed!