Chapter 922: Last hope

The black-haired ratmin was obviously curled up in the deepest and darkest place in the world, leaving only the last breath.
But his words were like a raging storm that swept through the teenager's brain.
The young man couldn't help clenching his fists again, igniting a hope that was as bright as a morning star.
"I, of course I have determination!"
Ye Ye gritted his teeth, "But, what should I do?"
"It's very simple, make a deal with me."
The black-haired rat man earnestly and believes himself, "I can help you become stronger."
"you…"
Ye Zi glanced at the wound on the black-haired ratman again.
Also confirmed again, this is the person he has ever seen and suffered the most.
Even all the villagers who died in Banshan Village, including their elder brother, suffered less injuries than black-haired rat people.
How can such a person who is unable to protect himself and who is dying to make himself stronger?
The teenager was a little skeptical.
But when I thought of the fierce flames that the black-haired rat people just bloomed, and the eyes that seemed to penetrate everything.
He was like a moth to a fire, and couldn't help but want to believe it.
"Me, what can I do for you, uncle?"
Ye Ye knows that "transaction" means to exchange each other.
In the era of prosperity, everyone can eat, but there is always something to be exchanged.
For example, he once used a golden fruit shell to make a mask, and exchanged a string of beautiful wind chimes made of fish bones with a young "Osprey" in Shanjiao Village, and gave it to An Jia on her birthday. Amused her "chuckling" a straight smile.
Ospreys have fins on their arms, legs, and back, and can hold their breath underwater for a full day.
Last time he also agreed to Ye Ye, as long as Ye Ye can help him get a bigger golden fruit, he will help Ye Ye get to the bottom of the river with the most turbulent water and touch one of the most beautiful colorful snails.
Alas, I remember that when Banshan Village was destroyed, thick black smoke came from the direction of Shanjiao Village.
The Osprey is probably dead, right?
The transaction between the two teenagers could no longer be completed.
Besides, even if he had a colorful snail, where would he go to find An Jia?
Thinking of An Jia, the morning star in Ye Zi's head turned into a dazzling fireball, stabbing him with pain throughout his head.
He took a deep breath and looked straight into the eyes of the black-haired ratman.
The facial features of the black squirrel are still frozen.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"It's very simple. First of all, talk to me."
The black-haired ratman said, "Just like just now, just chat, talk about anything, talk about your childhood experiences, talk about the people in the village, talk about the fighting between the villages, and the terroir you know. Favor...I've broken my mind, I don't speak very sharply, and there are so many things about Turanze that I can't remember.
"Can you help me remember everything as quickly as possible, can you?"
Ye Ye saw several shocking wounds on the black-haired rat people's head.
Ordinary people have suffered such a severe injury, I am afraid that even the brain will burst.
It is not surprising that the black rat people have lost part of their memory and language skills.
"can."
This is something the young man can do, and he nodded without hesitation.
"Then, I will teach you how to cultivate the magnetic field of life, that is, how to control the shining lines and arrows in your body. With your...Tulan's physical fitness, coupled with your extraordinary talents, I I believe you will rush forward at a speed visible to the naked eye."
The black-haired rat people continued to say things that Ye Zi didn’t understand, and then put forward his own request, "If your strength is really increased several times, you have the capital to compete with these red-eyed rat people, and you can grab it. There will be more mandala fruits. We will still be the same as this time. We will add two to five, and we will split equally."
Ye Zi nodded.
Now, all the red-eyed rat people regard him as a timid, cowardly monster spreading the plague.
Although Turanze is old, the young man whose family is ruined has nowhere to go, and no one can believe and rely on it.
He can only fight side by side and depend on each other with the black-haired rat people who are also like monsters.
but-
"Can I really grab more mandala fruits?"
Ye Zi knew that he was opportunistic just now and took advantage of others' contempt for him.
Now, the red-eyed rat people are prepared, and the next time they compete, it won't be so easy.
"Don't worry, I will teach you the way. If you can't even grab these red-eyed rat people, then I'll just hit the wall to death."
The black-haired ratman smiled slightly, as if Ye Ye raised the most ridiculous question in the world.
After a pause, he continued, "What's more, I don't need you to grab too much, I still need 4:35...Even the energy of four and a half mandala fruits can get rid of the'standby state'. At that time, many things can be done by myself.
"So, if you have a lot of money, you only need to grab another nine to ten mandala fruits."
Leaf nodded heavily.
If, this is the only way to become stronger and get revenge.
Not to mention ten, even if one hundred mandala fruits, he would give up everything and grab it.
"These two things are just the simplest. Listen carefully, Ye Zi. Next is what I really want you to do."
The black-haired rat people suddenly became serious, and said solemnly, "The master of the arena has locked up the new prisoners here. He is obviously raising Gu, that is, using insufficient food to force the prisoners to kill each other and screen them. The strongest, the most ferocious, and the most brainy guy.
"Then, when even these guys are completely desperate, get them out and let them see a glimmer of life.
"Such a prisoner will naturally be wiped out of all resistance will, and will fight desperately in the arena.
"Although, no matter how hard a captive of the rat people, he still cannot escape the fate of being tortured to death in the arena, but this is our only chance.
"According to my observations, every day or every other day, someone will come to the deepest part of the dungeon and take away the rat people who grab the most mandala fruit, eat the most and eat the best, and use them as consumables for the gladiatorial contest. .
"If you can really grab ten Datura fruits, you will naturally be taken away. You will enjoy better treatment than here, or at least get more space for activities.
"As long as you perform well in the arena and survive a few gladiatorial contests, you have a chance to get the attention of the ace gladiators.
"At that time, remember to calmly observe, think carefully, and find the right person."
Ye Zi nodded again.
Somewhat confused: "The right person?"
"Yes, I want you to observe the entire arena carefully."
The black-haired ratman said, "It's not about observing the structure here, how many troops are stationed, how can I escape, etc.-this kind of thing, when I regain the ability to move, I will do it myself, besides, I really want to leave. If there are thousands of troops, who can stop them?
"I want you to observe who the ace gladiators in this arena are, which clan they are from, what bloodstream flows, and whether there are any contradictions between them.
"By the way, I listened to these red-eyed rat people chatting the other day, and I knew that the ace gladiators in the arena are not necessarily the bloodhoof clan, but there are also prisoners of war from other clans, right?"
"Yes it is."
Ye Zi thought that the black rat people had really amnesia. He explained, "Even in the era of prosperity, it is not true that we do not move the swordsman. After all, we Turan are natural warriors, and the prosperity era of ten palm years. If you don't fight for the least bit of war, the clan lords would have gone crazy with boredom.
"As long as we seize the opportunity, the clan lords will attack the barbarians in the north who believe in the holy light.
"But in the past ten years or so, the barbarians who believe in the Holy Light seem to have built a very magnificent and strong line of defense in the north, hiding behind them, and coming as a turtle with their heads down.
"It doesn't matter, we can't fight in the north, so let's fight ourselves.
"Between the five great clans, between the five great clans and small and medium-sized clans, and even, I heard that on the edge of Turanze, where goblins, ogres, and lower orcs meet, many particularly ferocious rat folk villages will fight year after year. , I want to use blood and courage to wash away the shame of our ancestors.
"Although the scale of these battles is not large, they are just pastime games when they are boring. More or less, prisoners of war will be produced.
"For the Turan, being a captive is a very disgraceful thing.
"However, if you are defeated by other Turanites whose strength is far stronger than you, you can't beat them, and in the course of the battle, they have shown a fierce and unparalleled demeanor and the courage to see death as home, then there is no room for recovery. .
"In the arena, Lian Zhan has won great results, not only has the opportunity to change the door, join the clan that captured him, and even become the hero of the new clan!"
"That's it..."
The black-haired Ratfolk groaned, "That is to say, the prisoner of war might not necessarily hate the clan that defeated him?"
"Skills are not as good as others, and I am willing to bet. What is there to hate?"
Ye Zi said, "If you can't beat the opponent, then join the opponent. As long as both sides show enough style and courage, and join hands to contribute to a wonderful contest, the ancestor spirit will not object."
"That is to say, even if the gladiators from other clans who were taken into the arena because of defeat and capture, they may not hate the Bloodhoof clan..."
The black-haired ratman pondered for a moment, and then said a little strangely, "That's not right, then why do you hate the horned tauren warrior and all the bloodhoof warriors who participated in the slaughter of the village like this? Shouldn't you be'willing to bet and lose'?"
"Because I am just a small rat people, without the lofty realm and broad mind of the clan masters."
The young man lowered his head and said, "I don't know what the truth is, and I don't know what the real ‘honour’ is. I just want those slaughters to taste the taste of being slaughtered."
"Trust me, there must be a chance."
The black-haired ratman continued, "Well, even if the ace gladiators from other clans do not hate the Bloodhoof clan, gladiatorial fighting is a life and death game. The competition between ace gladiators must be very fierce and there will be various benefits. Conflicts, new hatred and old hatred, are full of factions and contradictions, right?"