Chapter 917： The ugliest rat people

Sure enough, when the captives set off again, passing by the foundry workshop, the grain store, and the half-built barracks, the overseers came forward, pointed in the crowd, and selected their favorite slave laborers.

The samurai of the capture team bargained with the overseers.

They pried open the captive's mouth and let the overseer see how sharp and beautiful the captive's teeth were.

He also squeezed the prisoner’s bones vigorously, squeezed the prisoner’s bones into a "crack", squeezed the prisoner’s teeth and grinned, so as to prove how healthy and strong the prisoner was, so that he could ask for more totem beast bones from the hands of the supervisor Made of bone coins.

But the strongest or most astute captive is not for sale.

The samurai directly put pockets woven from mandala leaves on the heads of these captives, which means "not for sale".

Soon, the team of Ye Ye had seven partners, and they were picked from the foundry workshop and construction site.

Ye Zi heard a soft sigh from the friends behind him, and knew that the friends who were picked out were very bad luck.

In the glorious era of glory, they are destined to use their numerous bones to build the glorious journey of the clan lords to the ancestral temple.

The bull head samurai with broken horns, carrying a pocket woven from mandala leaves, walked over with a grin.

Ye Zi's heart was beating.

Sure enough, the other party put the pocket on his head.

There was darkness before Ye Ye, and the last thing he saw was the encouraging gaze of the Bull Head Warrior with Broken Horn.

The other party was still on his shoulder, patted it lightly and lightly, and whispered: "Come on, live, it's hard for me to kill."

Yezi was dizzy and entered the city of Pointe-Noire under the lead of others.

He couldn't see anything, he could only listen with his ears and smell with his nose.

He heard the thunderous noses of the warriors; he heard the harsh roar of hammers and felts; he heard thousands of Turan warriors training, and their massive bodies collided violently. , Aroused the applause of the stormy waves.

He smelled the strong smell of blood; the foul smell of sweat; the weapon that had just come out of the oven, burning red, the fishy odor caused by submerged in the urine; and the deep-fried mandala fruit drilled into his nose like a python The taste of bars.

The deep-fried mandala noodles in Pointe-Noire, seem to have added seven or eight different totem animal fats and more spices, and the smell is very strong.

Sucked into his stomach, it was as if someone was punching him in the stomach.

However, the deep-fried mandala noodles made by my mother are delicious.

He missed his mother.

Ye Zi heard himself sobbing faintly.

Feeling a salty liquid gliding over the corner of my mouth.

Fortunately, there was a deafening roar all around, and he was caught in the mandala leaves again.

No one found him crying.

Otherwise, such a weak rat people will definitely be thrown out of Blackhorn City and into the mouth of the totem beast by the furious masters.

I don't know how long I have been walking in the city of Pointe-Noire, which is also like a maze.

The bloodhoof warrior in front gently pierced Ye Zi's chest with a claw gun and ordered him to stand still.

Ye Ye hurriedly took a deep breath and shook his head vigorously to shake away the tear marks on his face.

Someone used a dagger to cut the tendon rope deeply embedded in his wrist.

Roughly tore open the mandala leaf that was wrapped around his head.

The noon sun was particularly dazzling.

Ye Zi's eyes were stinging, and he was dizzy for a while before the picture in front of him became stable and clear again.

During the long journey, all his friends **** with him disappeared.

The captives who can persist here are all the tallest, most cunning, and most ferocious rat people.

Except for leaves, many people are covered with criss-cross scars, and their palms and tails are covered with thick calluses, showing signs of skillful use of weapons.

Their breath is also different from ordinary rat people.

It is somewhat similar to the bloodhoof warriors.

That's... the breath of a predator.

In front of them, there is a tall, majestic, magnificent, palace-like building.

Layers of round arches support the arc-shaped outer wall as high as a dozen or so sheds, and the black is like an indestructible fortress.

Below each round arch, there is a totem beast skull that is naturally branded with a totem and has a hideous and mighty form.

There are hundreds of skulls in hundreds of arches.

They stared at the bewildered rat people with their black holes in their eye sockets, like a huge wind chime, making a "crack cradle" sound.

In the center of the building, under the largest arch, there is a scarlet hung with seven big horns growing on the top of the skull. The totem is extraordinarily gorgeous, like a huge skull with eternal flame burning.

Looking at this blood-colored giant skull, Ye Zi's eyes widened.

Even the juvenile rat people living in remote areas know what this iconic skull represents.

Blood Skull Arena!

One of the largest, highest grade, cruelest and most glorious holy places in Pointe-Noire!

In the lives of the Turan, there are only two things that matter most.

Fighting and gambling.

The arena combines the two perfectly.

Become a heroic place for Turan warriors.

Even the rat people who make a living by planting and gathering will take turns to hold gladiatorial contests between Banshan Village and the surrounding villages.

Every gladiatorial contest is the biggest festival for the rat people.

The clan warriors with the blood flowing in their bodies, in the prosperous era between the wars, regarded the arena as the best place to bury their bones.

There are at least hundreds of arenas in the city of Pointe-Noire.

The Blood Skull Arena can definitely rank in the top ten.

Countless bloodhoof clan heroes and warriors who have been praised by war hymns for hundreds of years have all fought all the way out from under this blood-colored giant skull.

Ye Zi and his brother had heard the legend of the Blood Skull Arena since they were young.

And in countless dreams, I imagined myself ascending to the top of the Blood Skull Arena, purifying unclean blood, gaining the power of totem, and becoming the highly anticipated scene of the Turan warrior.

After obtaining the mysterious mural in the cave, the two brothers each awakened their wonderful "ability".

For a few years, dreams seemed to become within reach.

Unexpectedly, my brother was still dead.

On the contrary, his "ability" is weaker than his brother, and he is even more uncontrollable, standing here, standing in front of the Scarlet Giant Head.

The blood in the leaves is all turned into fuel.

The fire of vengeance, which was extremely dim, brightened again.

The story that my father told the two brothers when he was still alive rang in my ears.

In the arena, blaze a trail with bare hands.

From slaves to generals, and even from slaves to the king of the clan.

"Brother, have you seen it? This is the Blood Skull Arena.

"I swear, I swear to you, mom, dad, and all the ancestral spirits, I will definitely live in the Blood Skull Arena, I will become stronger when I live, and become very strong and strong, and ultimately, for you The whole village is taking revenge!"

The expression in the boy's eyes became extremely firm.

But on the next breath, with firm eyes, he was smashed to pieces by the earth-shaking roar from the Blood Skull Arena.

-It's like a hard crystal, crushed by a hammer that is a hundred times harder.

"This is... the roar of the Golden Retriever!"

Ye Zi's face was pale and couldn't believe it.

Golden Retriever Roar is an extremely cruel totem beast.

On the bones, there are three different totems.

It means that it can change the triple form and possess a completely different but equally deadly killing skill.

The rat people were separated by three or five hills. Hearing the roar of Golden Retriever, he could only find a way to sew in and pretend to be dead, praying that Golden Retriever had filled his stomach, and he couldn't take a look at his dirty and smelly body. Rotten meat.

There has even been a tragedy in which the entire rat folk village was slaughtered by a golden roar cub.

Unexpectedly, in the Blood Skull Arena, the gladiator would fight with Golden Retriever Roar.

Even more unexpectedly, between three or five breaths, the golden hair's roar would turn into a heart-piercing scream.

Soon, there was a clear and melodious sound of bone cracking that could be heard outside the arena, and there was no sound.

"Ice Storm! The invincible snow leopard warrior! The ice queen who won ninety-nine games in a row! Golden Retriever Roar is not her opponent at all! Freeze all the ice flames, tear all the claws! Who will challenge? Who dare to challenge! "

Exciting and encouraging sounds came from the arena.

And the cheers of the mountains and the tsunami.

But no matter how loud the sound was, it couldn't resist the biting chill. Entrapped by the murderous intent of the storm, it spilled out of the arena.

The hearts of all rat people were frozen and shivering.

"Is this... the strength of the Ace Gladiator?"

Ye Zi felt that he had no sense of courage and was crushed by the cruel reality again.

The hope of revenge is like a vague spark, dying again.

But he has no choice.

Together with the other prisoners, he was lashed and stabled by the bloodhoof warriors, and drove into a steep passage that continued downwards like a shaft.

The passage goes deep into the dungeon.

There are cages on both sides.

Many cages contain hideous, ugly, brutal and tyrannical totem beasts.

Chewed bones were piled around the totem beast and in the corner of the cage.

-The bones of the rat people.

More cages are crowded with rat people.

The deeper the ground, the more polluted the air, the wetter the ground, the more rat people held in the cage, and the worse the environment.

Ye Zi and the others were driven to the deepest part of the dungeon.

The smell of blood here almost directly condenses into clumps in the air.

The sewage surpassed the rat people's knees.

There are hundreds of rat people in each cage.

They have been soaked in the dark for too long, stimulated by sewage and odor, and in their scarlet eyeballs, the leaves emit a hungry light that has never been seen in the prosperity era.

The blood-stained cage door opened "squeaky squeaky".

Ye Zi was stabbed hard in the waist and eyes, and plunged into the deepest dungeon.

It was originally closed inside, and the rat people with red eyes immediately surrounded it.

The fierce light in their eyes grew stronger.

He swallowed his saliva, rubbed his teeth vigorously, and stretched out his scrawny paws and touched the leaf.

The leaves were so scared that they hugged their heads and ran around at the feet of the red-eyed rats.

The red-eyed rat people laughed, as if they had found great fun, they could vent their despair and fear.

"mom…"

The leaves fell into the cold sewage, choking up with a **** smell.

When I look up, through the rusty iron fence, at the top of the shaft-like passage, only the pinhole-sized light remains in the out of reach.

There is no hope of revenge.

There is no hope of survival.

Can't even see a trace.

The boy who had been struggling all the way to the present was finally on the verge of collapse.

"Mom, help me!

"Tell me how to live, how to become stronger, how to help you, brother, and everyone!

"Give me a little hope, dear mother!"

He wailed in his heart.

But it feels weird.

The fierce red-eyed rat people did not force them to come up.

On the contrary, they were not far and near, forming a circle, leaving him a very spacious space in the corner.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier blocking them.

It also seemed that they were expecting and fearing something, something...something that was dormant behind the leaves.

The leaves are creepy.

But he still mustered his courage, turned his head stiffly, and glanced at it.

He found that in the corner of the wall behind him, in the knee-deep sewage, there was originally a half-dead rat people curled up.

After blinking his eyes for a long time, the leaves adapted to the dim light in the deepest part of the dungeon and saw clearly what the other person looked like.

He immediately took a breath.

The ancestor spirit is on top, what an ugly rat folk is this?

His hair and eyes are all black!