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Chapter 952: An Absurd Dream
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Meng Chao’s smile caused the female snow leopard warrior’s eyes to twitch once again.
She had earlier thought that, ‘This rat is too much. I need to teach him a lesson.’
However, Meng Chao’s expression of victory was enough to keep Ice Storm’s thought in her mind.
She nodded subconsciously.
As if she was in a hurry to remedy the situation, she spoke coldly with a straight face. “Remember, there are only five days left. If I lose the group battle in five days, I will lose the opportunity to command an army, and you will—”
“And I will lose everything,” Meng Chao said calmly.
The female snow leopard warrior turned around and left angrily.
“Lord Reaper…”
Leaf approached him carefully. Looking at Ice Storm’s back, he worriedly said, “You really shouldn’t talk to Lady Ice Storm like that. She is the Blood Skull Arena’s trump card. Whether she is happy or unhappy, she can punish us servants however she wants!”
“I know. That’s why I have to find out what Ice Storm’s bottom line is, and how big of a problem she’s facing.”
Meng Chao explained to the rat youth, “If our trump card is only facing a moderate problem, such as not being able to command an army, she would certainly not tolerate a tiny rat soldier jumping up and down in front of her. She would certainly punish me harshly.
“However, I have crossed the boundary of a rat soldier multiple times. Although she was furious, she did not punish me.
“This means that she must be experiencing a huge problem. It’s not as simple as being unable to command an army.
“It seems that we’ve made the right choice with this general.
“Alright, let’s cheer up and follow Lady Ice Storm!”
Ever since they were in the recruit training camp, they were the first to pa.s.s the Path of Glory.
When they were selecting the servants, they easily knocked four strong men to the ground.
None of the rat subjects dared to look down on Leaf, who had a childish look on his face.
In addition, he was the first servant chosen by Ice Storm.
Naturally, he became the vice-captain of this small battle team.
“Then… do we need to say something to everyone to boost the morale?”
The rat subjects were still not used to his new ident.i.ty.
In many war epics, the generals would pat their chests and say heroic words like “glory”, “sacrifice”, and “for the clan.”
Then, the soldiers would fight bravely as if they were injected with stimulants.
Thinking that they had a chance to say heroic words like a real general, Leaf’s face turned red.
He asked Meng Chao shyly, “Forget it. Even if we really want to say something, that’s Lady Ice Storm’s business. What does it have to do with us?”
Meng Chao poured a bucket of cold water on the rat youth.
Although he had used words to test Ice Storm’s att.i.tude many times, Meng Chao knew very well where the bottom line was.
Ice Storm was the highest commander of this small battle team.
Right now, before the commander opened her mouth, he or Leaf would go up and spout nonsense first. What was going on?
Moreover, Meng Chao didn’t think that he would go up and spout nonsense. If he gave the rats some chicken soup for their souls, they would cry bitterly and bow their heads to him.
What a joke. Although advanced orcs weren’t as smart as humans, they weren’t stupid to such an extent.
Besides, if he really wanted to gain everyone’s trust, goodwill, and even loyalty, he would have plenty of opportunities in the future. He could chat in private and slowly!
“There’s no need to go through so much trouble.”
Thinking of this, Meng Chao said to Leaf, “I believe that the people I handpicked are all very clear-headed and know what they are fighting for.
“They also have an extremely strong desire to survive. Even if they don’t say anything, they will do their best to survive and take what they want!”
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Spider wondered if he was already dead.
He died in an absurd dream.
When he was struggling in the deepest part of the dungeon, he had heard other rats talk about life above the surface of the dungeon.
It was said that even if he climbed out of the dungeon, it was far from the end of h.e.l.l.
On the contrary, that was the beginning of h.e.l.l.
Whether it was in the recruit training camp, day and night, training until one vomited blood, died of exhaustion, or fell into a pit and was stabbed to death by a sharp blade.
Or following a gladiator, being used as a human punching bag and a live target by the Moody Gladiator.
Or, in a real battle, being hacked to death by an ambitious comrade who was eager to show off.
In short, the outside of the dungeon was more dangerous than the depths of the dungeon.
Regardless of whether he could become a servant or not, being a rat citizen was a dead end.
This was the reason why Spider was unwilling to use all of his abilities to s.n.a.t.c.h more mandrake fruits and climb out of the dungeon.
As a hunter, he had a lot of patience. He wanted to acc.u.mulate more strength and information outside of the dungeon before taking action.
He did not expect that after being chosen by the ace of the Blood Skull Arena and becoming the servant of Lady Ice Storm, the training that he thought would be a near-death experience would be like this!
The amount of training was not big or difficult. Whether it was lifting stone locks, carrying logs, climbing rope ladders, or walking on steel ropes, they all gritted their teeth. The degree of difficulty was nothing to the rat people who were used to the heavy work.
The training time was not long either. There was nothing that the other rat subjects said. From morning to night, they were not allowed to breathe. After a short rest, they would be beaten brutally by the spiked ox-tail whips of gladiators.
There were as many hot fried mandrake fruits as they wanted, dipped in condensed milk.
They had never seen such fragrant secret medicines in the village before. They could also be smeared on the wounds. The numbness was like gra.s.s that had condensed dew growing inside the wounds. It was extremely comfortable!
The black-haired and black-eyed mysterious rat, Reaper, even taught them two secret techniques in a serious manner.
One taught them how to eat, and the other taught them how to sleep.
He also told them that the most important task for these five days was to eat and sleep. They had to eat and sleep well!
Spider wanted to laugh.
He didn’t expect that there was actually a method in this world that specifically taught people how to eat and sleep!
Even a three-year-old child could not eat and sleep?
However, after learning the secret technique taught to them by the Reaper, Spider found that he had lived for more than thirty years in vain—compared with the Reaper, he really could not eat and sleep!
Food should be chewed a few times, how should teeth be ground, how should the tongue be used with the throat, and how to swallow the food, so as to squeeze out as much as possible from a single piece of food—in the Reaper’s weird accent and literary words, “Energy”.
When he slept, how should he regulate his breathing, how should he posture, and what should he meditate on in his mind so that he could fall asleep quickly in the noisiest environment? He only needed to take a nap in the time it took to eat a meal, and he would be energetic again.
After learning these two secret techniques, Spider felt that his appet.i.te had doubled. Every mandrake fruit he ate turned into a power that he could clearly feel, hidden between his firmer and firmer flesh and bones.
He also slept even more soundly. Every time he woke up, the pain in his muscles and joints disappeared. He was clearly in his thirties, but according to the standards of the rat people, he was almost an old man, yet he had the boundless energy that he had when he was fourteen or fifteen years old… he had nowhere to vent his feelings. Even that thing was sticking out all day long, as hard as a bull’s horn.
Just based on this point alone, Spider admired the Reaper so much that he prostrated himself on the ground. He was so grateful that he was like a savior.
Of course, his longing for his wife and children grew stronger.
He could not wait to escape the Blood Skull Arena, as well as Black-corner City, and return to the deep mountains and jungles. First, he would let his wife see his iron-like horns. Then, he would teach the two secret techniques that the Reaper had taught him to two, no, three children.
He did not want to fight at all.
At least, he did not want to fight for the so-called “glory” of the clan elders.
If he had to fight, he only wanted to fight for his wife and the little brats.
According to Spider’s observation, the other twenty or so servants were the same as him.
They also did not want to fight for the clan elders.
They were also confused. They did not understand the situation and thought that they had come to heaven.
However, in this heaven that was close to perfection, there were still two very fatal things.
The first was their master, Ice Storm.
To be more precise, it was this ace gladiator’s totem armor, Mithril Ripper.
When the female snow leopard warrior summoned Mithril Ripper for the first time and stood in the middle of the servants as a silver leopard, releasing an even sharper killing intent than the land of ice that was enveloped by the eternal night and the cold wind that swept everything… all the rat folk servants, including the experienced hunter, spider, were scared sh*tless.
Until the end of the training, all the rat folk were still s.h.i.+vering and their muscles were stiff.
When they were eating, even though they had used the secret technique that the Reaper had taught them, their appet.i.te was still reduced by more than half.
Many of them even had nightmares when they were sleeping. They convulsed violently and curled up into a ball as if they were frozen.
However, the rat people were an extremely adaptable race after all.
Those who were not adaptable enough had long been eliminated by the cruel compet.i.tion for survival.
Spider was the first rat person to adapt to Mithril Ripper and Ice Storm’s killing intent.
As a hunter, he had encountered totem beasts in the deep mountains and jungles many times.
If one wanted to escape from the jaws of a tiger, the prerequisite was to be calm.
Fear, stiffness, trembling, screaming.
It did not solve any problems.
With the Reaper’s encouragement, he pa.s.sed on his experience to the other servants.
He told everyone, “We should not be afraid—Lady Ice Storm is on our side.. The stronger she is, the more likely we are to survive.”