Chapter 1135： New member of Bone Camp

The advantages of the former are self-evident.

The problem is that the skills that can be written into the genetic level are relatively single.

Even the Doomsday Fierce Beast can only master seven to nine psychic magnetic field construction methods at most.

And the skills are solidified, and there is almost no possibility of upgrade and expansion.

Although the latter requires a long learning time, it is still unknown whether it can be learned.

But it is full of possibilities for ever-changing and unlimited upgrades.

Even if you arrive at Samsung’s extraordinary situation, you can master dozens of psychic field construction methods, display dozens of skills in battle, and cooperate with different genres and props to play hundreds of dazzling tactics. .

In theory, if an extraordinary person is given a long enough lifespan, he can even learn tens of thousands of psychic magnetic field construction methods.

This is something "innately written", far from being able to do.

The way the Turan people use their psychic energy is somewhat biased towards the "innate writing" of monsters.

The five clans all have unique "totem combat skills" that are derived from genetic factors and are engraved on the genetic level.

The purer the bloodline, the richer and clearer the relevant battle information contained in the genetic factors will enable those pure-blooded nobles to awaken the power of totem without a teacher at a very young age.

From this perspective, it is not unreasonable for the clan nobles with thousands of years of history to despise the rat people who continue to mix blood and lose their clan characteristics.

Because the blood of the latter is constantly being diluted and blended, the "battle program" in the genetic factor often becomes fragmented and completely unrecognizable.

This makes it difficult for them to awaken the power of totem, ten times greater than that of a pure-blooded warrior.

In Turanze, where there is no scientific, comprehensive and standardized training system, no relevant schools, virtual and distance education channels, and relying solely on family blood to pass on the way of psychic use, there was almost no rat people before the rise of the Big Horn Legion. Natural awakening, opportunity for salted fish to stand up.

In addition, "innate writing" has a very terrible side effect.

This way of transmitting information directly at the genetic level through genetic factors seems to affect the logical thinking ability of carbon-based intelligent life.

The so-called wisdom is not originally necessary for survival.

If the skills necessary to climb to the top of the food chain have long been engraved in the genes, then there is no need to learn more messy dragon slaying skills, as long as you continue to fight, kill, and destroy, and thoroughly stimulate the ferocity in the genes. NS.

Meng Chao doubted the reason why Turan civilization would continue to degenerate.

From the initial creation of the "Totem Armor", the ultimate individual equipment loaded with black technology, even the simplest front musket cannot be manufactured.

It is because, at a key point in time ten thousand years ago, I chose to use "innate writing" rather than "acquired learning" to pass on skills.

At this moment, Meng Chao's thoughts were interrupted by a loud shout on the stage.

When I looked up, I found that the two priests used two special iron tongs to press a piece of totem armor that was glowing with orange-red light, which seemed to burn to thousands of degrees, and pressed it against the totem of the iron head's heart.

This totem is the strongest psychic part in the iron head. Cells swell, blood boils, and mitochondria output energy wildly, showing a natural reaction on the skin.

The fragments of the totem battle armor felt the surging vitality of the iron head, and immediately trembled like a living thing, with dozens of slender tentacles stretched out and plunged deeply into the iron head.

Immediately afterwards, the entire breastplate was glued tightly, as if it had grown directly from the iron head.

Rat people cannot reproduce totem armor.

This is also a lie carefully fabricated by the rulers of Turanze.

A more accurate statement should be: "The rat people who have not been moisturized by a large amount of training resources since childhood, and have birth defects in their bodies, cannot use the totem armor for a long time under the premise of ensuring physical health and mental stability, which consumes extremely high energy. It is very possible to counteract the deadly weapon of the owner."

However, whether it is the rat priest who is singing and dancing.

There are still tens of thousands of Ratmen warriors with high spirits and fire-breathing eyes.

He was even affected by the power of a torrent of beasts, hitting every blood vessel and nerve in his body, and he couldn't tell whether it was Tietou himself who was in pain or exploded with pleasure.

I'm afraid I won't care, when will the Totem Armor completely consume the fire of his life.

—Even at that point in time, it will be tomorrow.

"Hohohohoho!"

Tietou let out a deafening roar again, with his head high, showing everyone the fragment of the totem armor that was perfectly inlaid on his chest.

The totem that just emerged from the heart seems to have a weird penetrating power, but unexpectedly emerged from the surface of the breastplate, forming a swirling, uneven pattern, making the sound of the iron head hammering the chest into a burst. Thunder.

"Look, who said the rat people can't reproduce totem armor? That's a complete lie!"

A rat priest with seventeen or eight strange horns on his head, in a provocative tone, said loudly, "Under the blessing of the rat god, the warrior who had just attacked the city and captured the flag successfully surrendered hidden in the totem war. The fierce soul in A has become an invincible totem warrior!

"In order to celebrate his victory and remember his glory, now, let us shout out the new name of this warrior-the Flag Capturer!"

The name of the higher orc is not the same for life.

But at each stage of life, you must create more vigorous and brilliant achievements than the previous stage, and you are qualified to change to a name that is louder than in the past.

If a high-level orc uses only one name in his entire life.

It means that in his life, he has never experienced anything thrilling and worth remembering.

Even at one's own funeral, he would be laughed at.

For Tietou, the name "Flag Capturer" is just right.

Suddenly, the syllable of "Flag Capturer", which was mellow and frustrated in Turan, was full of the metal texture of sword fighting, spewing from tens of thousands of throats, resounding throughout the entire camp.

Even on the Baiblade City tower a few miles away, the defenders heard their cheers, and for a while, their expressions were sad and extremely depressed.

The sacrificial ceremony ended triumphantly in an extremely warm atmosphere.

In addition to the iron heads, there were hundreds of extraordinarily brave Ratmen warriors who also received varying degrees of rewards.

Among them are Meng Chao and Ice Storm.

The two of them, it can be said that they followed the iron head, no, followed the "Flag Capturer" Chicken Dog to the sky.

No way, when someone called the Flag Capturer fell from the wall, the two followed each other without leaving, and at the same time yelled in his ears, and he recalled his spirit.

The flag capturers were extremely impressed by these two fighters, who were "almost as brave as themselves".

As a result, Meng Chao, Ice Storm, and hundreds of meritorious workers became the elite of the Big Horn Legion, the sharp blade of the Saintess of the Ancient Dream, and a member of the White Bone Camp.

They were finally able to leave the position of besieging Hundred Blade City and rush to the more important battlefield.

-The siege of Hundred Blade City is a protracted war of attrition, and the result of dropping tens of thousands of corpses is just a fluttering battle flag.

To completely capture Hundred Blade City, at least tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of corpses would have to be dropped.

Such a cruel bottomless pit can be filled with the corpses of ordinary rat people's cannon fodder.

Those who have proved courage, loyalty and ability on the battlefield like the Flag Capturer, Meng Chao, and Ice Storm should die in a more meaningful place.

Come to receive these new elite Bone Battalion officers and tell them that they are about to perform more difficult, glorious and sacred tasks.

Ambush the elite wolf clan that rushes to aid Hundred Blade City!

"The wolf clan is nothing terrible. It has long been slain by the ancient dream saints, and was beaten to shame by us in Hundred Blade City. Even the battle flag that symbolizes will and glory was captured by us!"

The officer of the Bone Camp brandished the wolf-fanged saber seized from the wolf clan, hoarsely boosting morale, "The warriors of the Bone Camp, let us gather the anger for thousands of years now to bring the final blow to these bereaved dogs! "

And the elite wolf clan battle group, face to each other in the field battle.

This is two months, no, a month ago, the Ratmen warriors would never dream of it.

But was dazzled by a series of victories, the pride of joining the White Bone Camp is filled with every blood vessel and nerve, especially under the inspiration of the flag capturer, the benchmark of "the protection of the rat god, invulnerable", all the new elites firmly believe , Even if you are destined to drain the last drop of blood before the sun rises tomorrow, the final victory will definitely belong to the rat people, to the ancient dream saint, to the big horn legion, to the great rat god!

What's more, the officers of the White Bone Camp brought more than just empty slogans.

Except for a full facelift, everyone is equipped with all-metal armor and weapons that have been tempered.

In addition to the high-energy food supply that smells fragrant.

There is also an artifact that is said to have been excavated from a lost temple by the ancient dream saint herself. It is an artifact from tens of thousands of years ago.

At first glance, it looked like a statue of the big horned rat **** carved from white bones, half-arm high and crystal clear texture.

Between the intricate natural lines on the statue, the faintly flowing power of totem, but exudes the feeling that this bone sculpture still has cell activity, as if it has life.

The Bone Camp officer respectfully placed this bone sculpture on a makeshift altar.

And let the elite rat people who had just joined the White Bone Camp step forward, bite their index fingers one by one, and squeeze a drop of blood toward the bone carving.

The bone carvings are clearly lubricated like jade, and no tiny holes can be seen on the surface.

The moment the blood touched the bone sculpture, it did not stay or slip off. Instead, it penetrated into the bone sculpture and disappeared without a trace.

Hundreds of elite rat people, hundreds of drops of blood, gathered together, at least a big bowl.

After being sucked so much, it only caused the vivid eyes on the bone sculpture to be slightly red.