Chapter 922 The Last Hope

The black-haired rat people were clearly curled up in the deepest and darkest place in the world, with only their last breath left.

But his words were like a raging storm, sweeping through the boy's brain.

The young man couldn't help but clenched his fists again, igniting a hope that was as bright as a morning star.

"I, of course I am determined!"

Ye Zi gritted her teeth, "But, what should I do?"

"It's very simple, make a deal with me."

The black-haired rat man said seriously and confidently, "I can help you become stronger."

"you……"

Ye Zi glanced at the wound on the black-haired rat man again.

He also confirmed again that this was the most seriously injured person he had ever seen.

Even all the dead villagers in Banshan Village, including the elder brother, didn't seem to be injured as badly as the black-haired rat people.

How can such a person who is unable to protect himself and is dying to make himself stronger?

The teenager was a little suspicious.

But when he thought of the ferocious flames that the black-haired rat people had just burst out, and the eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.

Like a moth to a flame, he couldn't help but want to believe.

"I, what can I do for you, uncle?"

Ye Zi knows that "transaction" means mutual exchange.

In the era of prosperity, everyone can eat enough, but there is always something to exchange with each other.

For example, he once made a mask out of the golden shell of a golden fruit, and exchanged a bunch of beautiful wind chimes made of fish bones with a young man named "Osprey" in Shanjiao Village, and gave them to An Jia on her birthday. It made her "giggle" and laugh.

Ospreys have fins on their arms, legs and back, and can hold their breath underwater for half a day.

Last time, he promised Ye Zi that as long as Ye Zi could help him get another bigger golden fruit, he would help Ye Zi go to the bottom of the river with the most turbulent water, and touch the most beautiful colorful snail.

Alas, I remember that when Banshan Village was destroyed, thick black smoke also came from the direction of Shanjiao Village.

The Osprey is probably dead, right?

The deal between the two teenagers can no longer be completed.

Besides, even if he had the colorful conch, where would he go to find An Jia?

Thinking of An Jia, the morning star in Ye Zi's mind turned into a dazzling fireball, causing his whole head to ache.

He took a deep breath and looked the black-haired Ratman straight in the eye.

The facial features of the black-haired rat people were still frozen.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's easy, first, talk to me."

The black-haired rat man said, "Just like just now, chat casually, talk about anything you want, talk about your childhood experiences, talk about the people in the village, talk about the gladiatorial fights between the villages, the customs you know Favor...I hurt my brain, I can't speak very well, and there are many things about Turanze that I can't remember.

"Can you help me remember everything as quickly as possible?"

Ye Zi saw several shocking wounds on the head of the black-haired rat man.

Ordinary people suffered such severe injuries, their brains might burst.

It is not surprising that the black-haired rat people have lost part of their memory and language ability.

"Can."

This is something the young man can do, he nodded without hesitation.

"Then, I will teach you how to cultivate the magnetic field of life, that is, teach you how to control the shining lines and arrows in your body. With you...with the physical quality of the Turan people, coupled with your extraordinary talent, I believe you will dash forward at a speed visible to the naked eye."

The black-haired rat people continued to say something that Ye Zi didn't quite understand, and then made their own request, "If your strength is really increased several times, you will have the capital to compete with these red-eyed rat people, and you will be able to grab More mandala fruits, when the time comes, we will still be the same as this time, adding two to one will make five, and everyone will share it equally."

Leaf nodded.

Now, all the red-eyed rat people regard him as a cowardly monster who spreads the plague.

Although Turanze is big, the young man whose family is ruined has nowhere to go, and has no one to trust and rely on.

He can only fight side by side with the black-haired rat people who also look like monsters, relying on each other for life.

but--

"Can I really grab more mandala fruits?"

Ye Zi knew that he was opportunistic just now, taking advantage of others' contempt for him.

Now, the red-eyed rat people are prepared, and the next fight will not be so easy.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you the method. If you can't even snatch these red-eyed rat people, then I'll just run into the corner and die."

The black-haired ratman smiled slightly, as if Ye Zi asked 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 4.375... 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, play it hard, you only need to grab nine or ten Datura fruits."

The leaves nodded heavily.

If so, this is the only way to become stronger and get revenge.

Not to mention ten, even a hundred mandala fruits, he would risk everything to grab them.

"These two things are just the simplest. Listen carefully, Ye Zi, the next thing I really want you to do."

The black-haired rat people suddenly became serious, and said in a deep voice, "The owner of the arena locked the new captives here, apparently to raise Gu, that is, to use insufficient food to force the captives to kill each other, and to select Make the strongest, most brutal, most intelligent guy.

"Then, when even these guys are completely desperate, get them out and let them see a glimmer of life.

"Such captives will naturally lose all their will to resist, and they will fight desperately in the arena.

"Although no matter how hard the prisoners of the Rat People try, they 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 to take away the rat people who have grabbed the most datura fruits, are the most full, and have the best looks, and use them as consumables for the gladiatorial competition .

"If you can really snatch ten datura fruits, you will naturally be taken away, and you will enjoy better treatment than here, at least you will get more space for activities.

"As long as you perform well in the gladiatorial arena and survive a few gladiatorial competitions without dying, you will have a chance to get the attention of ace gladiators.

"When the time comes, remember to observe calmly, think carefully, and find the right candidate."

Leaf nodded again.

And a little confused: "The right candidate?"

"Yes, I want you to carefully observe the entire arena."

The black-haired rat man said, "It's not about observing the structure here, how many troops are stationed, how to escape and so on - this kind of thing, I will do it myself when I regain my ability to move. Besides, I really want to If you leave, even if there are thousands of troops, who can stop them?

"I want you to observe who the ace gladiators in this arena are, which clans they come from, what bloodlines they flow, and whether there are any conflicts between them.

"By the way, I heard these red-eyed rat people chat a few days ago, and I know that the ace gladiators in the arena may not all be from the Bloodhoof clan, and there are also prisoners of war from other clans, right?"

"Yes."

Ye Zi thought that the black-haired rat people had really lost their memory, and he explained, "Even in the Prosperous Era, it's not true that we don't use weapons. After all, we Turan people are born warriors. The Prosperous Era of ten palm years, If they didn't fight at all, the clan lords would have gone crazy with boredom.

"As long as the opportunity is seized, 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 grand and strong line of defense in the north, hiding behind them, and acting like turtles.

"It doesn't matter, if we can't fight in the north, we will fight with ourselves.

"Among the five major clans, between the five major clans and the small and medium clans, and even, I heard that on the edge of Turanze, at the junction with goblins, ogres, and low-level orcs, many particularly ferocious rat villages will fight year after year. , I want to use blood and courage to wash away the shame of my ancestors.

"Although the scale of these battles is not large, they are just games for pastime when you are bored. More or less, there will be prisoners of war.

"It is very dishonorable for a Turanian to be a prisoner.

"However, if you are defeated by other Turanians who are far stronger than you and are really invincible, and in the course of the battle, you show a fierce demeanor and the courage to see death as home, then there is no room for redemption .

"In the arena, if you win consecutive battles and achieve good results, you will not only have the opportunity to change your family, join the clan that captured him, and even become the hero of the new clan!"

"That's it..."

The black-haired rat man pondered, "That is to say, the prisoner of war may not hate the clan that defeated him?"

"Skills are not as good as others, and you are willing to gamble and admit defeat. What is there to hate?"

Ye Zi said, "If you can't beat your opponent, then join your opponent. As long as both sides show enough demeanor and courage to jointly contribute to a wonderful contest, the ancestor spirit will not object."

"That is to say, even if the gladiators from other clans were captured because of their defeat and sent to the arena, they might not hate the Bloodhoof clan..."

The black-haired rat man pondered for a moment, and then asked a little strangely, "That's not right, then why do you hate the horn-broken bull-head warrior and all the bloodhoof warriors who participated in the massacre of the village? Shouldn't you be willing to bet and admit defeat?"

"Because I'm just a little mouseman, and I don't have the lofty realm and broad-mindedness of the clan lords."

The young man lowered his head and said, "I don't understand any great principles, and I don't know what the real 'glory' is. I just want those slaughterers to experience the feeling of being slaughtered."

"Trust me, there must be a chance."

The black-haired ratman continued, "Okay, even if the ace gladiators from other clans don't hate the Bloodhoof clan, gladiatorial fighting is a game of life and death. The competition between ace gladiators must be very fierce, and there will be various interests. Conflict and feuds, full of factions and contradictions, right?"