Although they lost three team battles in a row, Ice Storm was still the favorite in the Bloodskull Arena because they were all defeated by the Adjudicator.

Moreover, as she can command fewer and fewer servants, her combat effectiveness becomes more and more important.

There are still many people who are very optimistic that she can win the next victory.

Among them, Kasava Bloodhoof was included.

The Tauren noble was very curious about how Ice Storm planned to fight back and create a miracle.

Unfortunately, because there were only thirty servants, Ice Storm sent them all to the ace's private training camp for mysterious special training.

Out of respect for the ace.

Even though Kasaval is the judge of the Bloodskull Arena, he cannot rashly spy on or interfere with Ice Storm's special training.

He could only understand the situation of Ice Storm's latest team through the rat handymen who prepared food, secret medicine and training equipment for Ice Storm.

However, the information he learned from the Rat People's handyman left him stunned and couldn't believe it for a long time.

"What, Ice Storm didn't choose the strongest ratfolk in the boot camp and the best performers in the 'Path of Glory'?

"Except for the weak young man who performed best, she chose almost all the people with average grades, neither tall nor short, ordinary people?

"She even directly fished out a group of guys from the depths of the dungeon who had not gone through the survival of the fittest and looked weak?

"And these guys didn't undergo any earth-shattering special training. On the contrary, their training amount was much less than that of other gladiator servants?

"And, just such an easy training actually made these guys... cry?"

Kasava followed his chieftain father and saw many strange and strange things in and around Noire City.

The way Ice Storm selected and trained his servants still amazed him.

Even the rat people are still Turan people.

After training for a while, you actually shed tears?

My ancestors, what kind of treasures are these?

After thinking about it carefully, Kasava couldn't help laughing.

"Ice Storm should have given up, right?"

He said to himself, "Icestorm has given up on his dream of becoming a sole general and decided to fall into my arms and become my lieutenant general and concubine.

"It's just that she, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, can't just admit defeat. She will always deal with it randomly and fight to the end.

“Then, it’s understandable to choose these weak guys.

"In this case, even if she really loses, it's not a problem with her commanding ability, but because these guys are really useless."

The Tauren nobleman, who thought he had figured out the thoughts of the Snow Leopard female warrior, shook his head and smiled.

At this time, the rat servant told him another very interesting thing.

"Ice Storm also chose a very strange guy, a rat citizen with black hair and black eyes. Oh, it's him. Isn't he dead yet?"

Kasava and Meng Chao once had a relationship.

That was more than half a month ago. A recruitment team from Black Horn City went south along the Buffalo River to dozens of rat villages on the river bank to recruit cannon fodder. No, recruiting can bring the highest glory to the ancestors.

, a warrior who can also change his own destiny.

Rat people are not allowed to hunt.

But I always get tired of datura fruit.

The fish, shrimps and crabs in the river have become the rat people’s best supplement to their staple food.

Many rat villages living along the river make a living by fishing.

In this recent prosperous era, some strange things have often been fished out of the Turan River and its tributaries.

For example, a piece of metal with square characters stamped on it.

There are also some bottles that are very light in weight and translucent. When put on fire, they will melt and emit a burnt smell, unlike glass bottles.

In this fishing village, just before the arrival of the recruiting team, a guy with black hair and black eyes was fished out from the bend of the river with the strongest rapids.

No matter from any angle, this mysterious man with black hair and black eyes should be dead.

But he still had his last breath.

The kind-hearted villagers let him stay.

After the recruiting team recruited enough young rat people from the village, they also discovered him.

Originally, the living dead, who were covered in bruises and dying, were not the targets of recruitment.

But the shocking wounds on his body meant that he had just experienced a thrilling bloody battle.

Anyone who can survive with so many wounds is definitely a first-rate warrior.

Turan people worship warriors.

Plus, his black hair and black eyes are so special.

The recruiting team smoothly brought him back to Black Corner City, where he fell into the deepest part of the Bloodskull Arena.

"This guy is probably not a pure Turanian."

Kasava thought.

He couldn't think of any clans whose characteristics could be merged together to create such a weird feature as "black hair and black eyes".

"Probably the product of Turans, Ogres, or even the Abyss Demons, a mess of races that have been mixed many times."

This isn't a big deal either.

Because the Turan people are originally a race with extremely different ethnic groups.

He is ten arms tall, has a long trunk and tusks, and looks like an iron tower.

and a hummingbird man who is less than an arm tall and has translucent wings.

From the outside, they don't look like they are of the same race.

Coupled with the constant interbreeding between different clans.

The military nobles are better off. Even if nobles from different clans want to marry, there are some rules.

But those guys who were expelled from the clan and demoted to rat people didn't have any scruples.

Since they cannot take away the glory, there is only one thing left in their lives, and that is reproduction.

Reproduce crazily whenever, wherever, and with whomever you want.

The so-called "rat people" not only refer to them being as timid as rats, but also represent their terrifying reproductive capabilities.

The prosperous era that lasted for ten palm years provided great convenience for this abnormal reproduction.

Even the ancestral spirits cannot imagine what will be born after hundreds of rounds of reproduction between different ethnic groups.

After the recruitment order was issued, many strange-looking Turan warriors continued to gather in Black Horn City.

Many of the mixed-race warriors looked like the descendants of the Elephants and the Hummingbirds, and even Kasava was startled when he saw them.

In short, under normal circumstances, Turan people do not particularly discriminate against mixed-race people.

"No discrimination" means that mixed-race people are still qualified to enter the foundry or the arena, and squeeze out the last drop of their blood and sweat for the glory of the ancestors and the clan masters.

He is qualified to use his own corpse to pave a road to victory.

Rather than being like in the "Land Where the Holy Light Eternally Shines", when you see the aliens, you scream and want to send the aliens to the stake.

At this point, Turan civilization is relatively open and tolerant.

Even if they are hybrids with ogres or abyssal demons, at best, they will be treated like ordinary rat people.

As long as you are strong enough and can bring victory after victory, you will still have the opportunity to be recognized by a certain clan, be given a drop of the glorious blood of the military nobles, and become a member of the clan.

Unless they are mixed with "the place where the holy light eternally shines" and those madmen who believe in the holy light.

That's another story.

But black hair and black eyes and blonde hair and blue eyes are two completely different characteristics.

Moreover, this guy's skin color is neither the deathly pale color of the Holy Light Human Race, nor the emerald green of the Elf Race.

Kasava didn't feel that he had ever been illuminated by the damn holy light, even for a blink of an eye.

Casaval became interested.

Ask the ratfolk servants how Meng Chao behaved under Ice Storm.

The answer of the rat servant made him fall into deep confusion again.

"Just...eat and sleep?"

Kasava frowned and said, "One person can eat the food of five or six people, fall asleep after eating, and continue to wolf down when he wakes up?

"An amazing amount of food is a characteristic of a warrior, but didn't he do any training?

"No, not at all. You have never seen this guy with black hair and black eyes pick up a stone ax and carry a log?
To be continued...