Thinking of this, Meng Chao replied: "No matter how sharp the sword is, if it is kept in the scabbard, it will not be able to exert any power. Since I can no longer use these killing skills, it is better to teach them to more Turan warriors."

, so that 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 mandala fruits, condensed milk, and the secret medicine prepared by the witch doctor.

Although fried mandala fruit has high calories, it is an ordinary food after all, and the spiritual energy contained per unit mass is not too rich.

For a strong man like Meng Chao, who seems to have a bottomless pit in his body, no matter how many fried mandala fruits he eats, it will be difficult to replenish all the fighting power consumed by "Lysiya".

However, the condensed milk carefully refined from the totem beast's milk and oil contains spiritual energy that is no less than the concentrated high-energy nutrient solution of Dragon City's best quality.

And the high-level orcs have been able to dominate Turanze for thousands of years and compete with the Holy Light camp who have the protection of the gods to this day. Of course, their witch doctors are not only capable of pretending to be gods and ghosts.

Compared to the genetic potion in Dragon City, the secret potion prepared by Turan's witch doctors contains a lot of impurities. When swallowed, it is like a stream of magma flowing down the throat and reaching the chest and abdomen, causing the internal organs to burn fiercely.

However, after the medicine penetrates into the limbs and bones, it can repair damaged cells at a speed visible to the naked eye, which is genuine.

It's like Shao Knife brewed in a private workshop, it's strong enough, strong enough, fierce enough, and especially addictive!

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

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

His cell activity was much higher than that of ordinary extraordinary people. He was not afraid of the side effects of Turan's secret medicine at all. He drank a bag full of emerald green secret medicine in one gulp and let out a moan of extreme pleasure.

Feeling that power was spreading within his limbs and bones, causing the damaged and withered spiritual veins to become full and active again like a dragon awakening from hibernation, Meng Chao felt that the collaborator in front of him was the right one.

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

For the time being, he didn't want anyone to discover that he had the ability to heal himself quickly.

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

Ice Storm did not suspect that the "Reaper" in front of him was hiding his strength.

After all, judging from Meng Chao's apparent injuries, it is already a miracle of his life that he can barely stand here.

The female snow leopard warrior was just curious: "Actually, if you had such ability, you could have gone to the big names in the Blood Skull Arena, such as Kasava Bloodhoof.

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

The implication is, why do you, who has so much to offer, 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. My mind was in a mess and I hadn't remembered so many things."

Meng Chao explained, "At that time, who would believe a guy who was huddled in the deepest part of the dungeon, looked weird, and couldn't tell where he came from?

"How can I climb out of the dungeon and see this 'Lord Casava' you mentioned?"

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

Bing Storm was not stupid, and instantly understood Meng Chao's intentions. She narrowed her eyes, stared at Meng Chao and said, "Well, now you have a chance to meet the powerful man in Black Corner City. You need me to take you there."

Lord Kasava, his father is the current chief of the Bloodhoof clan, and he is also the man who is very likely to become the 'war chief' and command the entire Turan 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 reward that is a hundred times richer than what I have here."

Meng Chao hesitated for a moment.

Still shook his head.

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

He pretended not to notice that Ice Storm was testing him, and said frankly, "After all, through this period of observation, I found that I, with black hair and black eyes, look similar to most of the rat people and clan warriors.

They are all different, they are completely alien.

"What if Lord Kasaval suspects my origins and motives and insists on telling me everything, but I really can't remember it?

"Or perhaps Lord Kasava feels that instead of giving me food and secret medicine, it is better to lock me in a gloomy dark prison and torture me with the most cruel methods, so that it is more likely to squeeze out all the contents of my brain.

secret, so what?

"Although I, like all Turan warriors, am not afraid of death, I am tortured and slowly torn into pieces by rusty, cold machinery instead of being killed happily by strong men on the battlefield.

The way I died was not the ending I wanted.

"So, I would rather follow Lord Icestorm than Lord Kasava."

This is Meng Chao's innermost thoughts.

He had already learned the names of the big shots who controlled the Bloodhoof clan from the rat people locked in the dungeon.

I have also thought about whether to go directly to these big figures, 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 any possibility of equality and mutual benefit.

The only way is for the opponent, who firmly holds the home court advantage and strong position, to exploit him in every possible way.

Meng Chao didn't like to negotiate cooperation with an aggressive and powerful party when he was at a disadvantage.

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

Besides, he knows the outcome of this "Five Clans Confrontation" better than anyone else.

For thousands of years, among the five major clans, the overall strength has always been ranked second. The Bloodhoof clan, which is literally the "second oldest clan in a thousand years", once again failed to challenge the throne of the "War Chief" and could only obey the orders of the Golden clan.

If you can't even order the entire Tulan Ze, what qualifications do you have to talk about cooperation with Meng Chao?

If Meng Chao wants to talk, he should talk to the real Dabo SS!

Thinking of this, his eyes became clearer and magnanimous.

Such magnanimity dispelled Ice Storm's last doubts.

Of course she knew that the "Reaper" in front of her might not be telling the truth, including losing her memory and forgetting her identity.

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

Just like...himself.

However, this is not important.

In a sense, even better.

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

"I only have five days."

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

Meng Chao said: "It depends on what kind of soldier he is."

Ice Storm said: "Of course he is the strongest soldier."

Meng Chao shook his head slowly and said: "With all due respect, you should not choose the strongest soldier."

Ice Storm was slightly startled and asked curiously: "Why?"

"If I guess correctly, before the past few rounds of team battles, when you selected soldiers to form a team, you chose the strongest soldiers."

Meng Chao said calmly, "But after the survival of the fittest and the screening, the rat servants who are qualified to be seen by you should all be about the same strength.

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

Ice Storm's curiosity was so high that she didn't bother to pursue Meng Chao to poke at the scars of losing three games in a row and asked: "Then what is the key to victory or defeat?"

"will."

Meng Chao said, "No matter how strong your flesh and blood body is, it has its limits, but the power of your will may be endless."

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

"Maybe it is, maybe it's not."

Meng Chao explained, "You are a noble clan warrior with a glorious bloodline. Although you have the power to choose your servants at will, you have probably never looked up at the ray of light above your head from the deepest part of the dungeon. Therefore, you do not know that the fallen

How did the rat people who entered the deepest part of the dungeon climb out?

"Putting thousands of rat people together and using scarce food to trigger competition among us. Using this method to survive and eliminate the fittest can only select the strongest soldiers, but it may not be able to select the best warriors.

"Suppose there was a rat citizen who huddled on the ground and shivered when his home was destroyed. All the clan warriors did not bother to kill such a coward, so they survived unscathed and endured the torture of a long journey. After entering the dungeon, because

He was the least injured, grabbed the most food, and looked fat and strong on the surface. Could he be the soldier that Master Ice Storm wanted?

"There was another rat citizen who fought back when his home was destroyed and was seriously injured.

"When he was traveling a long distance, he saved his companions regardless of the pain, and dragged many rat people who were bound to die together to reach Black Corner City. However, when he fell into the dungeon, his injuries broke out and he was no longer able to snatch food.

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

"And Lord Icestorm, don't you 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 moved.

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

And Kasava will definitely not let her successfully win the last and most critical team battle.

No matter how strong the recruits she chooses are, they cannot be stronger than the soldiers who have applied witchcraft and swallowed the secret medicine.

So, today in the boot camp, she only picked 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, but who has an extremely strong will?"
Chapter completed!