Chapter 1304： The boy in the depths of the ancient tomb

Since then, he has hardly seen the sun.

The mechanism containing magma and venom in the depths of the Lost Temple is his toy.

The roar of the totem beast, the scream of the tomb thief, and the sound of the bones being finely ground and crushed by the fangs are the only music.

Wandering over the remains of the ancient battlefield all day long, he was impacted by the power of totems and turned into various ferocious beasts. This is the most common scenery he sees.

As a little hairy thief with no power to bind a chicken, his task is to act as a cannon fodder and a human flesh minesweeper, rushing to the forefront of the entire tomb robber team, and is responsible for exploring the most dangerous institutions and the narrowest secret passages.

The diameter of many secret passages is not much larger than a fist. Even three or five-year-old rat people must soften their bones with a special secret medicine before they can barely get in.

However, when encountering the twists and turns in the secret road, there is still a high probability that the rat people children will be stuck and suffocated to death.

For "Jackal" Kanus, fortunately, at the beginning he was just a little thief, and his master was only a member of the weakest settlement among the wolf clan, with few people. The strength is so weak that even if he explores deep underground, he can't compete for the famous temples and ancient battlefield relics recorded in the war epic.

Often I can only explore those places that have been explored dozens of times by predecessors, and almost every piece of rust has been scratched and shiny, trying to lick some of the leftovers from the fingers of the predecessors. .

For the owner, this kind of exploration, of course, can't find much cheapness.

But for the little hairy thief who hedged at the forefront, because a large number of organs were triggered by the predecessors, the degree of danger was finally greatly reduced.

Coupled with a little bit of luck, "Jackal" Kanus grew up to ten years old in the depths of the fragmented tomb.

Unfortunately, because there are very few rat people who can live for five years in the depths of temples, ancient tombs, lairs and ancient battlefields like him, he is considered to be an experienced and mascot-like existence. It became a hot commodity, and finally turned into a trophy in a cannibalism among tomb robbers, and fell into the hands of another more powerful owner.

Now, what he is about to face is no longer a place that has been explored many times by the predecessors, without oil and water, and with a low degree of danger.

It is an unknown place that no one has explored for thousands of years.

However, no matter what type of temples and ancient tombs are explored, it is the same.

The little thief is always going to die.

Either died in this ancient tomb institution, or died in the hands of the wreckage of the fel puppet in the ruins of the ancient battlefield.

Either die today or die tomorrow.

Originally, the future Doomsday Demon Wolf thought that he was used to this kind of life, facing the cruel fate, he chose to sit still and close his eyes.

But now, as he grows up, he suddenly finds that whenever he closes his eyes, there will always be a scene of two groups of tomb robbers merging together and the new owner killing the old owner.

To this day, he could not forget that the old master was in the dark and narrow tomb. Before he could even extract the totem armor, he was pierced through the heart by a sharp blade, and he was shoveled by the sharp edge of the shovel, shoveling most of his neck, even The cervical vertebrae were broken in two, and blood was spurting crazily.

At that time, he rushed in front of the old master.

Hearing the piercing "click" sound from behind, when I turned my head to look, I saw the old master's head, which was almost 180 degrees bent, slumped on his shoulders, and stared blankly in a very strange posture. His eyes were staring at him.

You know, "Jackal" Kanus has worked for this old master since he was three years old.

He has seen the old master crack countless organs that are extremely sophisticated in the eyes of children.

I have also seen the old master wearing a totem armor, fighting against the vicious totem beast for 300 rounds.

I have even seen the old master use a leather whip entangled with thorns and bone spurs to severely whip the rat people children who are unwilling to submit and hide their harvest. One of his little friends is beaten to death by the old master alive. The bones on and off Shi's body were all shattered, and the whole person was as soft as a puddle of mud. No matter how cautious he was, he couldn't hold him up.

Moreover, the old master told them many stories.

I have talked about the cowardice and sins of the rat tribe, that the samurai ruled Turanze for granted, and that their current adventures and sacrifices are washing away the shame from the depths of their blood.

"Jackal" Kanus originally believed in these stories.

He is convinced that the rat tribe should be enslaved when they are born.

He firmly believes that pain is atonement, a part of life, and even the whole of life.

He is convinced that the rat people tomb thieves are absolutely not qualified to use the ancient weapons and armors excavated from the temples and ancient tombs. Even if they accidentally touch them, they will cause the ancestral spirits to thunder and anger, so that they will cast a curse. The next time they explore, Let the rat people, the tomb thief, die in the organ in the most terrifying way.

He believes that the master, a wolf clan of pure blood, is a god-like existence, with the blessing of ancestor spirits, invincible, immortal, and it is not that their weak and humble rat people can resist.

But now, when the host died tragically in front of him, "Jackal" Kanus suddenly realized that the host vomited blood, convulsed, and had incontinence. It was no different from when the rat people died tragically.

The blood splattered on his face by the master was as smelly and warm as the blood of the rat tribe, and contained an aura of panic and incredible fear.

When the owner was limp on the ground, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, he did not see any ancestor spirits coming out, blessing and sheltering.

Even at the last moment of his life, the owner convulsed and stretched out his hand to him, as if begging for help from him, a little rat people child.

This picture seemed to be deeply imprinted in his mind with lightning, and while shattering the old world, he couldn't help but start thinking.

Think about a whole new world, and a whole new way.

Fortunately, in the depths of the silent and murderous tomb, as a pioneer, he has time, alone and calmly thinking.

Thinking about why, the rat people are naturally discriminated against and enslaved.

Thinking about why, my appearance is almost the same as that of the wolf clan, except that he has a pair of rodent front teeth. The fate of myself and the wolf clan is so different—the wolf clan is like flying in the sky. The eagle himself was like a maggot curled up in the abyss.

Thinking about why, my strength has clearly improved after escaping from the dead. The power of secret cultivation is even stronger than that of many wolf clan tomb thieves, but I am still not qualified to touch any totem power. Sacred weapons, every time they explore, they must charge forward, perform the most dangerous tasks, and dismantle the most sophisticated organs.

However, when dividing the spoils, they have no part at all. Even if they look at the spoils more often, they may attract more fierce lashes from the new owner than the old one.

Thinking about why, the fellow rat folks fell one by one under the sharp blades of organs, secret passages, secret rooms, totem beasts and fel puppets, but they were always numb, and when death came, they were even a little relieved. .

Thinking...whether the blood of the new owner is as smelly as the old owner and all the rat races? When the new owner's neck is severely shoveled off by a sharp-edged shovel, will he also spit blood like the old owner, Limbs twitching, feces and urine flow?

In such thinking, "Jackal" Kanus gradually grew up.

The rat tribe characteristics on his body gradually faded, and the wolf tribe characteristics became more and more obvious.

Once, he accidentally broke two front teeth while exploring the ancient tomb.

Just as he was bleeding and covering his mouth, the surrounding Ratmen friends were taken aback, and their gazes became extremely envious.

At that moment, "Jackal" Kanus knew how similar he and the real wolf clan were.

After all, his mother, mother's mother, mother's mother's mother...life after life, are all female slaves of the wolf tribe.

It is the same as most rat people who are raised in captivity by clans, not in the wild.

"Jackal" Kanus didn't know his father, his father's father, or his father's father.

In all likelihood, it is a wolf clan of pure blood.

But no one will admit this.

No matter how crazy the animality in the dark night is, in the daytime, slaves are slaves, and nobles are nobles.

The rule of a drop of blood.

As long as there is a drop of sordid blood that belongs to the rat tribe, it is an eternal rat tribe.

"why?"

In the depths of the Lost Temple, Kanus, the "Jackal" in his youth, covered his **** mouth, and asked about the extremely narrow shadow of himself under the shadow of the spiritual flame.

From that moment on, a small seed germinated in the heart of the rat tribe teenager with missing front teeth.

The seeds at that time may not be called "ambition."

He just wants to live, to live an ordinary Turan, who is qualified and should live.

What happened later was a coincidence and inevitable.

"Jackal" Kanus's tomb robber team, when exploring the lost temple deep underground, unintentionally released power that shouldn't be released, crashing half of the temple and the narrow passage leading to the ground.

Half of the tomb robbers were crushed by the shockwaves and collapsed rocks and died terribly.

The other half of the tomb robbers were seriously injured, lost most of their supplies and tools, and were buried alive in the narrow, humid, and sultry underground space.

With limited resources and confined space, the **** of death hovered over the heads of the survivors, opening his mouth at any time, revealing the fangs of death.

In this case, the evil of human nature and the beauty of animal nature are blooming to the extreme like a piranha.

The survivors are divided into two factions.

The number is small, but the wolf clan that originally controlled this tomb raider team.

There are a large number of rat people who have always acted as a tool and are muddled.