Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Chapter 932 - First Three to Five Totems to Appease Their Appetite!

Chapter 932: First Three to Five Totems to Appease Their Appetite!

The prerequisite to finding the truth was strength.

Meng Chao pondered for a moment and continued to ask, “Leaf, do you know how to get a totem armor?”

The youth had been a captive for several days, tied up with the rat people from different villages.

Many of the rat people had a habit of migrating and wandering. Their stomachs were full of folk stories and gossip.

He had really gained a lot of information regarding the clans and totems.

He told Meng Chao that if the bloodline of the strongest of the five clans flowed in their bodies, the clan would have an ancient inheritance.

Then, when they passed the coming of age ceremony and seized their own name, they would be able to obtain the totems bestowed by the clan.

Most of these totems came from experts who had passed away in the clan. They had a history of hundreds or even thousands of years and were extremely powerful.

“Wait, so totems can be separated from the user?”

Meng Chao thought for a moment and asked, “That means, if a totem is implanted in someone’s body and the person unfortunately dies in battle, this totem might not necessarily die with its owner. It can still be left intact for other warriors?”

“Of course!”

Leaf said, “Warriors are born like a rising tide and sacrificed like a falling tide. However, totems will never die. At most, they will move and be distributed among different warriors in various forms.

“Many Turan nobles who have a long history have ancient totems that are thousands of years old in their families.

“I’ve even heard that in the depths of the Turan people’s Holy Mountain, there are ancient totems that have been buried for a very, very long time, long before the birth of the Turan people!

“Moreover, the older the totem is, and the more warriors it has been implanted into, the stronger its power will be. This is because when every warrior dies in a fierce battle, their courage and spirit will be integrated into the totem and become a part of the totem armor.

“Two identical totem armors, one of which was once worn by dozens of fearless warriors, was continuously watered with hot blood and spirit for decades and centuries. This totem armor is naturally much more powerful than the other ‘Blank Board!'”

“I see…”

Meng Chao felt that the totem that could absorb the courage and blood of its owner was similar to the heroic spirit user in Dragon City’s cultivation system.

“The children of wealthy families have the chance to receive the blessings and gifts from their ancestors when they are born. What about the ordinary Turan warriors?”

Meng Chao said, “I know that nearly a million or more Turan warriors have been pouring into black-corner city from towns, villages, and settlements in all directions. It’s impossible that they all have incredible inheritances, isn’t it?”

“Then, we can only try our luck in the gladiator arena.”

Leaf told Meng Chao that the so-called gladiator arena was not only a place for entertainment and gambling, but also the most important military facility of the Turan civilization.

In the past ten years, the Turan civilization had experienced the longest and most boring era of prosperity in history.

Although the bloodthirsty and warlike Turan people could not completely store their weapons, the scale and intensity of the war had undoubtedly been reduced by more than ten times compared to the previous era of glory.

At most, there would be some mild friction between the clans, with less than 30,000 to 50,000 casualties. It was just a casual game and could not be considered a real war.

Although many professional warriors and military noble families had a perfect war education system, which could mold the new generation of clan elders into fine war machines.

But in the end, it was not as exciting and effective as real weapons.

After all, the Turan civilization was about to usher in the largest “glorious era” in history.

What was about to be launched was not a war of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of people.

Instead, it was an epic war that would drain the last drop of blood of the entire Turan civilization and mobilize at least tens of millions of soldiers.

How to organize such a grand war, how to deploy troops, how to establish a chain of command and a system of honor, how to determine the superior and subordinate, and to ensure that the subordinate must obey the superior, how to among the different clans, to ensure trust and cooperation?

These were all big problems.

The Turan civilization development index was not high.

However, they were not simple-minded barbarians with brawn.

The so-called advanced orcs referred to their professionalism and rationality in the field of military science and the art of war, which surpassed the level of civilization.

The “glorious gladiator” was an indispensable link in the preparation for war.

The warriors from all directions with different bloodlines were all unruly and unyielding. None of them were willing to submit to the other?

It was simple. They would go to the arena and fight to their heart’s content. Whoever had the biggest fist would have the right to speak loudly!

They were not willing to submit to the other party’s art of commanding. They believed that having the biggest fist only meant that one’s individual combat strength was strong, but it did not mean that one would be able to command thousands of soldiers and horses?

It was easy. Both sides would choose a hundred untrained rat people from the dungeons. After three to five days to half a month of intensive training, they would catch each other and kill each other until one of them was completely annihilated.

It was obvious who was more qualified to be a general.

What kind of whimsical new tactics or strange-looking new weapons did they have? Without background and channels, perhaps no one would appreciate them?

This was even easier to handle. Although the Turan people were rude, they would never bury any talents and tactics. Whether it was a mule or a horse, they would all be dragged into the arena for a walk

In any case, there were plenty of rat people that were suitable to be cannon fodder. As long as they could test out the power of the new tactics or new weapons, even if they lost thousands of rat people, it would be worth it.

If the new tactic or weapon was really effective, they would have a chance to represent one of the arenas and fight against other arenas.

As long as they could defeat three or five arenas consecutively, the new tactic or weapon would have a chance to spread to the entire clan, and even all the clans in Picturesque Orchid Lake, and of course, the inventor would also be able to enjoy the gratitude, worship, and praise of all the Turan people. The tactic or weapon could even be named after him, and his name would be passed down through a moving war poem, it would be passed down to thousands of years later!

By the same logic, a foolish kid from a remote village, who did not have any background, lacked resources, and was unknown, wanted to join the most noble military aristocrat of the five great clans? There was still a chance!

As long as he shone brilliantly in the arena and used dozens of consecutive victories to prove his absolute strength, those military aristocrats who had been passed down for thousands of years and had produced hundreds of priests, chiefs, High Priests, and even war chiefs would welcome the new blood to join them, would open their arms and welcome new blood to join them.

At that time, not only would the military nobles bestow their ancient and glorious bloodline to this lucky fool, they would also generously bestow extremely powerful totem armors!

Of course, compared to these two methods, there was a more simple and crude way to obtain totem armors.

If the enemy was a totem warrior, as long as they defeated him, seized his totem, and implanted it into their own bodies, it would be enough.

According to the rules of the past glorious era.

Before they condensed into an indestructible army and charged toward the land of eternal illumination of the Holy Light in the north in a grandiose manner.

As usual, the five great clans had to fight a civil war first to determine which clan was the main force of this glorious war, and which of the five clan chiefs was qualified to raise the supreme Turan banner… the one who would be crowned as the War Chief and command all the Turan warriors.

On the ever-changing battlefield, there would always be hundreds of times more unexpected factors than in the arena.

If one did not have absolute strength, it would be very difficult to win dozens of battles in the arena and win the favor of the military nobles.

However, on the battlefield, the two totem warriors fought until they were exhausted and both of them suffered heavy losses. However, they were taken advantage of by the nameless rat people. This kind of thing might happen. At the very least, the rat people who were delusional all hoped that it would happen.

The battle between the five great clans was about to begin.

At that time, the cannon fodder would have the chance to ascend to the sky in one step and become a true warrior or even a hero.

Of course, the prerequisite was that they had to crawl out from here and survive in the arena. Only then would they be qualified to be cannon fodder on the battlefield.

“Lord Reaper, could it be that you want to obtain a totem?” Leaf asked carefully.

Meng Chao thought to himself, ‘How could a totem be enough to satisfy me? Let me have three to five first!’

“Don’t you want to?” he asked back.

“Of course I want to, but we are rat people.” Leaf lowered his head sadly.

“What’s wrong with rat people?”

Meng Chao said, “Rat people have fewer mouths than the elders of the clan?”

Leaf was stunned for a moment before saying, “Rat people’s bodies are too weak. I’m afraid that they can’t withstand the stimulation of totem power and will be bitten by the totem.”

“Bitten by the totem?”

Meng Chao was slightly startled. “What the hell is that?”

“That’s right. I heard that totems need to feed on the flesh and courage of their masters. Usually, only the strong physique and fearless courage of the clan elders can withstand the consumption of totems.”

Leaf seriously said, “They are obviously weak and cowardly like rats. If they forcefully implant totems into their bodies, not only will they be unable to control the totem power, but they might even be bitten by the totem power and be sucked dry of their flesh and blood, dying a horrible death.”.

“Of course, it is not only the rat people who have this problem. Even if the unparalleled warriors of the clan are heavily wounded, their strength will plummet, or if they are too greedy and implant too many totems in their bodies, which far exceeds the limit of what they can bear, they will also be devoured. The blood-stained totems will be sucked into a skeleton!

“Therefore, if the rat people want to become totem warriors, the first thing they have to do is to get the appreciation and approval of the clan elders. Through the Blood Bestowing Ceremony, they have to exchange their dirty blood for the clan elders’ blood of glory.

“Another thing is to be cautious and behave themselves—it’s already a great fortune to be able to receive the lowest level totem bestowed by the elders. Don’t be wishful in obtaining more and stronger totems!”

The last sentence was added subconsciously by Leaf when he saw the bright glint in Meng Chao’s eyes.

He was really worried about Meng Chao.

From the youngster’s point of view, the reaper was definitely not an ordinary citizen of the rat clan. In the upcoming battle of glory, he definitely had the chance to shine and stand out

But no matter how extraordinary a citizen of the rat clan he was, was he still not a citizen of the rat clan?

To receive the blood, name, and totem bestowed by a certain clan of glory and become the most loyal warrior of the clan, or even the most trusted servant of a certain big shot, it was the greatest pursuit and pride of a rat person!

But why was the Reaper’s gaze so sharp and so deep as if it could hold the entire map of Picturesque Orchid Lake?