Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

All the rat people in the dungeon were dumbfounded, especially those who had stayed there for several days and watched Meng Chao soak himself in the dirty water while he was covered in wounds.     

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

Only then did they realize how wrong they had been!     

Meng Chao did not want to waste any energy or time on them.     

Slowly picking up and eating the fried mandrake fruit left behind by the rat person, Meng Chao continued to plan his next step.     

Killing that rat person was not a problem.     

He just did not want to appear too high-profile because an outstanding man like him was like a firefly in the dark night.     

Even if he exposed 1% of his strength, the military nobles with strong backgrounds could notice him, and he would get into a lot of trouble.     

Although the military nobles with strong backgrounds were powerful, Meng Chao was confident that he could deal with them.     

But he did not have time.     

Meng Chao knew from the memory fragments of his previous life that the Turan civilization's supreme leader, who presided over the Battle of Honor, also known as the War Chief, came from the Gold Clan.     

Therefore, he didn't have time to stay in Black-corner City and fool around with the Minotaurs, ipotanes, wild boars, and elephants of the Blood Hoof Clan.     

He had to obtain resources as soon as possible, heal his injuries, obtain totems, and recover his strength. He had to leave Black-corner city and head to the center of Picturesque Orchid Lake, the main city of the Gold Clan, to look for the Turan Civilization's supreme leader!     

In that case, a person with similar strength who could obtain what he needed from each other would be especially important.     

"I wonder how Leaf is doing up there."     

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

As he was thinking, the sound of an iron rod hitting the fence sounded above his head.     

A blinding light crashed into the darkness and swept across the faces and bodies of the rats.     

Finally, it lingered for an exceptionally long time on the densely-packed wounds on Meng Chao's body.     

"So you're Reaper?"     

A voice from above, half impatient and half mocking, asked.     

Meng Chao's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded.     

"Why do you have this name?"     

The voice from above suppressed his laughter and asked, "Are you very good at harvesting things, or do you get harvested often?"     

...     

Meng Chao was carried out of the dungeon on a simple stretcher made of mandala branches by four handymen.     

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

Instead, he focused all his spirit energy on his retina and cochlea and tried his best to collect all the images and audio in every direction.     

The key was the details.     

From the details that could be seen everywhere, a lot of information about a civilization could be inferred.     

The shorthand symbols that were left in the depths of the dungeon had been completely erased by him.     

However, the information about the Turan civilization had long been deeply engraved in Meng Chao's brain.     

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

"The most important military facility of the Turan civilization, the arena, is as large as the 50,000-man football field on earth, or even larger.     

"These ancient and majestic buildings are all built with giant rocks that have been cut very precisely, just like pyramids.     

"However, a lot of the gum from the mandrake trees has been added between the rocks as the adhesive.     

"And at the key parts of the structure, enormous mandrake trees were growing out of the ground.     

"The mandrake trees, which were hundreds of meters tall, and the branches that covered hundreds of meters, formed natural columns, beams, and ceilings, ensuring that the entire building could stand for thousands of years.     

"Such a brilliant construction method seemed to be based on biochemical technology that surpassed the times. A part of the building was not built but 'grew' out of the ground.     

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

"Judging from the gossip of the audience, the dozens of arenas in Black-corner City are at least thousands of years old, or even the 'gifts of the ancestors' tens of thousands of years ago.     

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

"It is highly possible.     

"Because there are dozens of arenas in Black-corner City with more than fifty thousand people.     

"It means that the city has at least millions of permanent residents. When the glorious era comes, the warriors of all the towns and settlements will gather here, and the population will increase by five times or even ten times.     

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

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

"It is said that every city in Picturesque Orchid Lake is very ancient. It was built by the ancestral spirit that the Turan people worshipped.     

"Ancestral spirit, extremely important and sacred words in the Turan language.     

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

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

With that thought in mind, Meng Chao met Leaf.     

Compared with when he left the dungeon, the rat youth at this moment could be said to be brand new.     

He put on an armor made of bison leather, and there was a bone blade at his waist. He held his head high and puffed out his chest. There was no sign of the youth and panic that he had just fallen into the dungeon.     

"Lord Reaper!"     

Upon seeing Meng Chao, Leaf was overjoyed and came forward to welcome him.     

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

Deep in the dungeon, the light was dim. Most of Meng Chao's body was submerged in the sewage water, so he could not see clearly.     

Now, under the strong sunlight, Leaf truly knew how badly Meng Chao was injured.     

He could not help but gasp in amazement. What kind of material did the Reaper use to create this monster? He was so heavily injured, yet he could even activate the shining lines and arrowheads in her body, helping her to be reborn.     

It was simply too magical!     

"Are you okay?"     

Leaf rushed forward and carefully held Meng Chao. "You need treatment!"     

"Don't worry, I'm fine."     

In fact, with the amount of energy he had gathered from the fried mandrake fruit, he had long been able to treat most of the external wounds that looked shocking.     

The reason why he didn't do so was partly because he 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 fast his wounds were healing.     

He wanted to go deep into the unpredictable Picturesque Orchid Lake alone. The more cards he had in his pocket, the better.     

If possible, he really wanted to appear in front of the Turan king, the War Chief, in this wounded and dying appearance!     

"Tell me about the situation on your side first."     

Meng Chao looked at Leaf's smug look and smiled, "It looks like 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 mandrake fruit to the scrawniest, oldest, and most bullied rat laborers to eat. Then, I pretended to be pitiful in front of him. As expected, he told me a lot about the Blood Skull Arena and the ace gladiators!"     

Leaf widened his big, sparkling eyes and looked at Meng Chao with admiration. He said, "But, Lord Reaper, how do you know that such laborers are the most well-informed and are willing to tell me?"     

"It's very simple."     

Meng Chao explained, "Since he is the weakest handyman among the rats and has a face that has been bullied a lot, it's obvious that he doesn't have enough to eat. It's easy for him to be bought over by a few fried mandrake fruits.     

"He is older, which means that he has been in the Blood Skull Arena for a long time. Naturally, he will have more opportunities to get in touch with the gossip here.     

"Also, it's very easy for older rat people to take care of a little fellow like you as if you're their nephew. Seeing that you're so skinny, it's normal for them to tell you some information so that you'll have a chance to keep your little life."     

"I see."     

Leaf scratched his head and said, "In short, I've asked around clearly. Over the past half a year in the Blood Skull Arena, there's a total of four aces who've won 30 to 50 matches in a row. Lady Ice Storm, whom I'm following now is the one that meets your requirements the most, Lord Reaper. She's the one that's the most withdrawn and the one that's the most antisocial. Moreover, she's encountered a problem that's neither too big nor too small."     

"Don't worry. Take your time."     

Meng Chao said, "I've heard the name Ice Storm before in the dungeon. I know that she's a female snow leopard warrior from the Gold Clan. She's considered an outsider in Black-corner City. However, the Turan people don't seem to be exclusive. At least in the five clans, they only speak based on their strength. There's no serious discrimination. There are many gladiators in the Blood Skull Arena who are all outsiders. Why would she not fit in?"     

"Because she's unwilling to formally join a certain clan through the Blood Bestowing Ceremony," Leaf continued     

"That's right," Leaf said. "Most of the outsiders in Black-corner City broke off all ties with their past through the Blood Bestowing Ceremony and joined a brand new clan, becoming a member of the Blood Hoof Clan.     

"The foreign gladiators in the Blood Skull Arena, be it the lion men, tiger men, lizard men, or gnolls, are all the same.     

"In order to become a new member of the military nobles, whose bloodline have been passed down for thousands of years in the Blood Hoof Clan, many foreign gladiators are fighting to the death in the arena.     

"Only Lady Ice Storm is extremely arrogant. I've heard that even the owner of the Blood Skull Arena, who's part of the Blood Hoof Clan, has extended an olive branch to her. Yet, she doesn't even care about it. She has been in Black-corner City for a long time, but she hasn't joined any clan!     

"Although it is a great shame for us rat people to run away or raise our hands to surrender at the last moment...     

"For the masters who are born with a glorious bloodline, it is a privilege of the ancestral spirits to submit to the experts who defeated them and change clans. Many clan masters do the same.     

"Lady Ice Storm is not willing to perform the Blood Bestowing Ceremony. The foreign gladiators who have changed clans can't help but feel awkward. They don't know how to face Lady Ice Storm!"