Chapter 937: Ice Storm’s Question
The magnificent appearance of the three-headed Minotaur demon totem, Lava’s Fury, which seemed to be formed from lava, instantly shocked the entire audience.
Tens of thousands of spectators felt as if they were being enveloped by lava.
If they dared to make any more noise, the lava would flow down their throats, pour into their stomachs, and gush out from every crevice in their bodies.
Although they could not enjoy the totem battle between the two ace gladiators…
Being able to see the Turan king, one of the founders of Black-corner City, the owner of the Blood Skull Arena, and the members of the Blood Hoof Clan summon their iconic totems, the audience was satisfied.
A small disturbance had been eliminated just like that.
The audience, who had enjoyed themselves, looked forward to the next more thrilling and exciting battle with great antic.i.p.ation.
However, not everyone was satisfied with the result.
Ice Storm, who returned to the resting area, was still furious.
Although she had recalled her totem armor, Mithril Ripper, when she walked through the long tunnel, the temperature in the tunnel instantly dropped to below zero.
From the wall to the floor, a thick layer of frost formed. The ice crystals in the corner were like cl.u.s.ters of bacteria, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even the gladiators who were warming up in the tunnel felt the bone-chilling cold and did not dare to look into her eyes, which were as sharp as icicles.
When they arrived at the entrance of the luxurious lounge that belonged to the ace, Ice Storm did not wait for the trembling rat handyman to open the door. It raised its hand and shot out an icy mist, freezing the entire door into a pile of ice. Then, it swung its leg, it kicked the door into pieces of broken ice.
The rat laborers ran away with their heads held in their hands.
Casanova, who had been following closely behind Ice Storm, was expressionless. His gaze was deep. He waved his hand to disperse the laborers, servants, and other gladiators. Then, he calmly walked into the lounge that had turned into an ice cave.
“I can win!”
Ice Storm turned around and glared at Casanova.
The female leopard, whose entire body was snow white, straightened her tail. Her silver needle-like fur stood up as she shrieked, “If you hadn’t interfered, I would have cut brute Hammer’s throat, torn his tendons, torn open his stomach, drained his blood, and frozen his internal organs into ice!”
Ice Storm’s roar was like a gust of cold wind mixed with icicles.
However, it did not make Casanova’s eyelids tremble even a little.
He stared at Ice Storm without saying a word.
By the Turans’ standards, Casanova was indeed an overly handsome man.
After liquefying the totem armor and putting it back into his body, the shape of his skull did not look like that of a bison, and his facial features looked more like that of a human.
Even though he had donned a golden shining and domineering horn guard on the big horn that soared into the sky, and a huge nose ring on his nose, compared to most Turan, his appearance was still too delicate and pretty.
Whether it was “handsome” or “delicate”, it was not a good word to come from a Turan’s mouth.
When Casanova was young, there were many people who used these two words to mock him with their faces full of mockery and snorting disdainfully.
Later on, these people all died.
In fact, one could tell just how dangerous this seemingly handsome man was from the name, Casanova Bloodhoof.
In the Turan language, Casanova meant “giant ax.”
Obviously, for the Turan people, who valued valor and had a poor vocabulary, “giant ax” was a common name.
The clan warriors named Casanova were like the rat people named Leaf. There were countless of them.
“Ca” had the meaning of “slaughter.”
“Sanova” meant “I’m called Giant Ax, and I don’t like others to be called Giant Ax. There can only be one Giant Ax in Black-corner City. If any other Giant Ax dares to pa.s.s by me, they have to be careful because I will kill them!”
These Giant Axes were always so careless.
There were hundreds and thousands of roads in Black-corner City, but they always liked to walk in front of this “Giant Ax of Bloodhoof,” so Casanova had to attack time and time again to break these wannabes, Giant Axes that would bring shame to the name, Casanova.
Every time he killed another Casanova, he would be qualified to add the word “Ca” before his name.
Therefore, his full name should be Cacacacacacacacacacacasanova.
However, as his fierce name spread throughout the entire Black-corner City, no Blood Hoof warrior dared to call him Sanova anymore.
He did not need to mention his long full name all day long.
He only needed to use the short name to shock everyone.
Even the warriors of the clan named Giant Blade, Giant Sword, Giant Hammer, Sharp Ax, Iron Ax, and Giant Ax were so scared that their scalps went numb. They were thinking about changing their names.
As for “Bloodhoof,” it was both the name of the clan and the surname of the clan.
Just like the names of the warriors, the military n.o.bles of the Turan civilization were all powerful and keen to create or steal family names.
Bloodhoof was a surname that all the warriors of Turan who had hoofs liked very much.
They liked it so much that this surname was a supreme glory for the clan.
However, the Turan, elephant people, boar people, Centaurs, reindeer people, antelope people… There were all kinds of strange things. There were dozens of families, and only one family was a member of hundreds of families, their family name could be followed by the clan name, Bloodhoof.
That was the strongest family.
If the soldiers of other families were strong enough to defeat or even destroy the Bloodhoof family, they would naturally be able to seize the glorious family name and become the new Bloodhoof family.
However, the current Blood Hoof Clan had already ruled over all the Turan warriors with hoofs for three hundred years.
During these three hundred years, countless families had issued challenges to them.
Then, they were turned into mush-like corpses and broken bones, which were used to water the flourishing mandrake tree.
Therefore, facing this extremely dangerous man, they stared at him with an incomparably deep gaze. Even Ice Storm who had yet to calm down swallowed a mouthful of saliva that had frozen into ice cores with great difficulty, stopping her meaningless venting.
“I believe that you can defeat Brute Hammer. After all, you are the trump card that I admire the most.”
It was not until Ice Storm lowered her head and did not dare to look directly into his magma-like eyes that Casanova spoke calmly. “However, such a victory is meaningless. What we are choosing now is not an ace gladiator who can fight a hundred enemies by himself, but a general who can command an army of thousands and thousands of horses to form a torrent of destruction that will devour all enemies.
“You are not suited to commanding an army, Ice Storm.
“I believe that you know this better than anyone else.
“From commanding a thousand people in the beginning, then five hundred people, to commanding a hundred people now, you have already lost three rounds in a row.
“Even if you rely on your personal strength to win one round, what is the point? Does this prove that you are qualified to be a general?”
Ice Storm gritted her teeth and was speechless.
Anger, shame, regret, and all kinds of emotions were running rampant in her body, causing her ice-like body to tremble violently.
“I don’t understand. Why are you so determined to become a general?”
Seeing that she was speechless, Casanova placed his hand on her shoulder and used the heat in his palm to slowly melt the chill on her shoulder. He lowered his voice and said, “The ancestral spirit has already generously bestowed you with an extremely powerful force and a sacred totem. Even if you’re not good at commanding an army, what does it matter?
“The warriors of Turan have more than one path to glory. The heroes who were able to shine in the battle of the five clans by themselves and turn the land of Holy Light upside down are even remembered and respected by all the people of Turan.
“You should seriously consider my suggestion.
“Give up on things that you’re not good at.
“I’ll help you preside over the blood bestowing ceremony so that our bloodlines can fuse together and officially join the Blood Hoof Clan. Then, you’ll become my deputy and become the most outstanding vanguard and strongest combat general in my army.
“I guarantee you.
“In this five clan battle, our Blood Hoof Clan will surely be able to defeat the Gold Clan and become the main force of the glorious era.
“And my father will surely be able to become the War Chief and command the largest army that has ever appeared in Picturesque Orchid Lake.
“After joining the Blood Hoof Clan and becoming my deputy, you’ll have many opportunities to exact revenge on the Gold Clan and those who once humiliated you and wanted to kill you. There will also be many opportunities to partic.i.p.ate in the most intense battles, break through the strongest city walls, destroy the largest fortresses, and plunder the most glorious cities so that your name and footprints will forever be branded on the so-called land of eternal Holy Light!”
The Turan’s scalding palm made the female leopard’s shoulder muscles turn slightly red.
However, her soft muscles were soon hardened again by the sharp icicles.
“No, there’s something wrong with these few battles. There were too many people in the first few battles, so I didn’t notice it. But there are only a hundred soldiers on both sides in this battle. I can clearly feel it!”
Ice Storm took half a step back and stared at Casanova as she said, “Brute Hammer’s and my soldiers came from the same dungeon. We’ve rested for the same period of time, and we eat the same amount of food. Why are Brute Hammer’s soldiers so much stronger than mine?
“Even if the content of our training is slightly different, we’ve only trained for ten days. The strength and speed of both sides shouldn’t be that far apart.
“On the arena, I saw two soldiers collide with each other without any technique. Most of the people who were knocked away were my soldiers.
“If they blocked each other with their swords, the people who were knocked away and killed were usually my soldiers.
“My soldiers, whose arms were cut off or whose stomachs were pierced by spears, would often hold their wounds and scream.
“Brute Hammer’s soldiers, on the other hand, could still grit their teeth and fight even when their intestines were falling out.
“That’s not normal!
“Did Brute Hammer master the magic that was pa.s.sed down from the land of Holy Light? Or did a priest give him a magic spell? How could he train a bunch of cowardly rat people into warriors who were ready to face death in just ten days?”