Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! Chapter 954 - There Was No Suspense

Chapter 954: There Was No Suspense

Although she had lost three team battles in a row, Ice Storm was still the hot favorite in the Blood Skull Arena because all her losses had been decided by the adjudicator.

Moreover, as the number of servants she could command decreased, her combat ability became increasingly important.

Many people were still optimistic that she could win the next battle.

Among them was Casanova Bloodhoof.

The Minotaur n.o.ble was incredibly curious about how Ice Storm was going to counterattack and create a miracle.

Unfortunately, because there were only thirty servants, Ice Storm had sent them all to the private training camp, which was exclusive to trump cards, for mysterious special training.

Out of respect for the trump cards…

Even though Casanova was the adjudicator of the Blood Skull Arena, he could not pry and interfere with Ice Storm’s special training.

He could only gained an understanding of Ice Storm’s newly-formed battle team through the rat handyman who prepared food, secret medicine, and training equipment for her.

However, the information he learned from the rat handyman stunned him, and he could not believe it for a long time.

“What? Ice Storm didn’t choose the strongest rat laborers in the recruit training camp and the ones who performed the best in the Path of Glory?

“Other than the feeble teenager who performed the best, she chose almost all the ordinary individuals who had average grades and are neither tall nor short?

“She even fished out a bunch of weak-looking guys from the depths of the dungeon who had not gone through the elimination of the fittest?

“And these fellows didn’t undergo any earth-shattering special training. On the contrary, their training was much less than that of the other gladiators’ servants?

“And, and it was such an easy training that made these fellows… cry?”

Even though Casanova’s father, the chief, had followed him, he had seen all kinds of strange things in Black-corner City.

The way that Ice Storm chose and trained the servants still amazed him.

Even the rat people were from Turan.

After a little training, they actually shed tears?

By the ancestral spirits, what kind of treasures were these!

After thinking carefully, Casanova could not help but laugh.

“Ice Storm should have given up, right?”

He said to himself, “Ice Storm has given up her dream of being a general and decided to join my arms and become my vice-general and concubine.

“However, she, who has always been proud and arrogant, can not just admit defeat. She has to deal with it randomly and finish the last round.

“In that case, it is understandable that she chose these weak fellows.

“In this way, even if she really loses, it is not because of her commanding ability. It is because these fellows are really useless.”

The Minotaur n.o.ble, who thought that he had figured out the thoughts of the female snow leopard warrior, shook his head and smiled.

At this moment, the rat servant told him something very interesting.

“Ice Storm also chose a very strange guy. It’s a rat with black hair and black eyes. Oh, it’s him. Is he still alive?”

Casanova and Meng Chao had met once before.

That was half a month ago. A recruitment team from Black-corner City had gone south along the Bison River and went to dozens of rat people villages on the riverbank to recruit cannon fodder. No, it was to recruit warriors who could bring supreme glory to their ancestors and also change their own fate.

Rat people were not allowed to hunt.

But they would always get tired of eating mandala fruits.

The fish, shrimp, and crabs in the river became the best preparation for the rat people besides their staple food.

Many rat villages along the river lived by fishing.

During the recent prosperous era, some strange things were often fished out from the Turan River and its tributaries.

For example, metal plates with the word “square” on them.

Some of them were very light and translucent. If they were burned on fire, they would melt and give off a charred smell, unlike gla.s.s bottles.

And just before the recruitment team arrived, this fishing village fished out a guy with black hair and black eyes from the most turbulent Bay of the rapids.

From any angle, this mysterious man with black hair and black eyes should be dead.

However, he still had his last breath.

The kind-hearted villagers left him behind.

When the conscription team recruited enough young and strong rats from the village, they also found him.

Originally, this kind of wounded, dying, living dead person was not the target of the conscription.

However, the shocking wounds on his body meant that he had just experienced a soul-stirring b.l.o.o.d.y battle.

A person who could leave so many wounds and not die was definitely a first-cla.s.s warrior.

The Turan worshiped warriors.

In addition, his black hair and black eyes were so special.

The recruitment team brought him back to Black-corner City and landed in the deepest part of the Blood Skull Arena.

“This guy is probably not a purebred Turan.”

Casanova thought to himself.

He could not think of any clan that could fuse the characteristics of a few clans together and produce such a strange characteristic like “Black hair and black eyes.”.

‘It’s probably the product of multiple mixed-blood races of the Turan, ogres, and even abyss demons.’

It was not a big deal.

It was because the Turan were originally a race with great differences.

With a height of ten arms and a long nose and tusks, they were like iron tower-like barbaric elephant people.

They were like hummingbird people with translucent wings who were less than one arm tall.

From the outside, they did not look like the same race.

In addition, there was the constant mixing of blood between different clans.

It was better for the military n.o.bles. Even if the n.o.bles of different clans wanted to have a marriage alliance, they should at least pay attention to some rules.

However, those who were expelled from the clans and demoted to rat people did not have any scruples.

Since they could not take away the glory, there was only one thing left in their lives, and that was to breed.

They could reproduce crazily at any time, anywhere, and with any object.

Being so-called “rat people” not only meant that they were as timid as rats, but they also represented their terrifying reproduction ability.

The prosperous era that lasted for ten palm years provided great convenience for such abnormal reproduction.

Even the ancestral spirits could not imagine what would be born after hundreds of rounds of reproduction between different races.

After the enlistment order was issued, many strange-looking Turan warriors gathered in Black-corner City.

Many mixed-blood warriors looked like the descendants of barbarian elephant men and hummingbird men. Even Casanova was shocked when he saw them.

In short, under normal circ.u.mstances, the Turan people would not discriminate against mixed-blood warriors.

“They won’t discriminate” meant that mixed-blood warriors were still qualified to enter the foundry workshop or the Gladiator Arena. They would squeeze out their last drop of blood and sweat for the glory of the ancestral spirits and the elders of the clan.

They were qualified to pave a path to victory with their own corpses.

They were not like in the land of eternal illumination of the Holy Light, where they would howl at the sight of Other-worldlings and send them to the stake.

On this point, the Turan civilization was still relatively open and tolerant.

Even if they were mixed-blood with ogres or abyss demons, they would at most be treated as ordinary rats.

As long as they were strong enough and could bring victory after victory, they would still have a chance to gain the recognition of a certain clan and be bestowed with a drop of the glorious blood of military n.o.bles to become a member of the clan.

Unless they were mixed-blood with those lunatics who believed in the Holy Light in the land of eternal illumination.

That was another matter.

However, black hair, black eyes, and golden hair and blue eyes were two completely different characteristics.

Moreover, the color of this guy’s skin was neither as pale as a dead human like the holy light humans, nor as green as the elves.

Casanova didn’t think that he had been illuminated by the d.a.m.n holy light before, even in the blink of an eye.

Casanova became interested.

He asked the rat workers how Meng Chao had performed under Ice Storm.

The rat workers’ answer made him fall into deep confusion again.

“Just… eating and sleeping?”

Casanova frowned and said, “One person can eat the food of five or six people. After eating, he falls asleep immediately. After he wakes up, he will continue to eat like a wolf?

“His appet.i.te is astonishing. This is the characteristic of a warrior, but did he not undergo any training?

“No, not at all. You haven’t seen this black-haired, black-eyed guy. He picked up a stone axe once and carried a log?

“How about his injuries? Have they recovered?”?

“Oh, the wounds on his skin and flesh are scabbed, but he still looks extremely weak. He looks like he can be blown down by a gust of wind. When you saw him, he was still staggering, stopping to take a few deep breaths and coughing so loudly that he couldn’t even straighten his back?”

Casanova was greatly disappointed.

Thinking about it carefully, it made sense.

Even if he had ogre blood flowing in his veins, he was once a warrior who had won every battle.

After suffering such serious injuries and soaking in the Buffalo River for an unknown amount of time, no matter how strong his strength was, it should have been completely leaked through the wounds.

The warriors of the past had already become utter trash.

“Looks like there’s no suspense in tomorrow’s match.”

Casanova Bloodhoof shook his head and sighed.

…

The rat youth twisted his flexible and powerful waist almost 360 degrees.

His limbs extended by half an arm at a visible rate.

With the explosion of his muscles, he started to spin like a hurricane.

Even the stone axe in his hand was made of fine steel. The sharp edge of the heavy battle axe drew a fierce arc, directly splitting a mandala tree stump that was wrapped in rhinoceros leather armor into two halves.

The upper half of the tree stump immediately shot up into the sky like a severed head.

The rat youth growled and waved his stone axe. He leaped onto the tree stump, and the battle axe instantly exploded with dozens of dazzling edges. Shua, Shua, Shua, Shua. The tree stump was cut into dozens of pieces in mid-air. The pieces were no bigger than fist-sized pieces of wood.

All the rat soldiers around burst into shocking cheers.

Even the eyes of the distant Ice Storm lit up slightly.

In mid-air, neither the person nor the tree stump had any leverage.

It was easier said than done to create such an effect.

No wonder the rat youth was ecstatic after landing on the ground.

“I did it, Lord Reaper. Did you see it? I did it!” Leaf cheered at Meng Chao.

“I saw it. Well done.”

Meng Chao was all smiles.

He thought to himself, “Looks like there’s no suspense in tomorrow’s match.”