Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Chapter 1039: A Bolt From the Blue

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Casanova’s words were like steel nails piercing through Ice Storm’s vital parts, pinning her to the ground and preventing her from moving.

Her stunned expression allowed Casanova to confirm his deduction, and a smile of victory appeared on his face as he continued. “The next thing is very simple. Since you grew up in the land of Holy Light, your mother should be a Holy Light human, not an advanced orc.

“Advanced orcs can’t bear children in the land of Holy Light.

“Then, we only need to go to the Cheetah Clan or the Black Panther Clan and find out if there was a warrior who sneaked into the land of Holy Light thirty years ago to take risks and carry out missions. It shouldn’t be difficult to find your father.

“Of course, this way, the implications will be too wide and the commotion will be too big. It is inevitable that others will notice my actions. If the higher-ups of the clan ask about it, it is unlikely that I will hide your existence. I will have to hand over you and your secrets. For the two of us, this is a ‘lose-lose’ situation.

“Therefore, I still hope that you can be smarter. Ice Storm, with your identity, it will be difficult for you to take even a single step in Picturesque Orchid Lake or the land of Holy Light. Other than me, who else can cooperate with you and save your life?

“Come on, tell me your secret. Let’s explore the power hidden behind this secret together. I promise that I won’t touch a single hair on your head. Maybe the two of us can work together and shine in the greatest era of Glory in history!”

Ice storm stared at Casanova.

“Bah!”

That was her answer.

Casanova frowned slightly and sighed softly, as if she did not understand why ice storm was so stubborn.

“Do you know, seeing that you are the most outstanding ace gladiator in the Blood Skull Arena and have earned so many resources and popularity for the past two years, I really don’t want to torture you with torture that is worse than death.”

Casanova squatted down and stretched out his totemic armor, which could turn into sharp blades, spikes, and serrated fingers at any time, gently touching Ice Storm’s trembling face.

He said regretfully, “If you are still so stubborn, I can only offer you to High Priest Black Tooth. I believe he will find a way to pry open your mouth.”

The name “High Priest Black Tooth” made Ice Storm’s eyes widen instantly.

Obviously, even she had heard of this monster that had interrupted the mutation process of the Warrior of origin and escaped from the abyss of death.

All kinds of legends about the black-toothed high priest kept appearing and changing in the depths of ice storm’s almost transparent eyeballs, causing her to tremble and spasm uncontrollably.

“It seems that you also know High Priest Black Tooth’s power.”

Casa laughed complacently, “Actually, I’m also not willing to share this great secret with others—for thousands of years, you’re the first vile spawn who can use both the power of totems and the power of holy light at the same time. You’re simply a priceless treasure. No one is willing to share such a treasure with others.

“However, if this treasure of yours is still not enlightened and doesn’t allow me to explore it, I can only use you to exchange for the contributions of my family and the appreciation of High Priest Black Tooth.

“Don’t be anxious. Calm down and think slowly.

“Tomorrow is the end of the Game of the Brave. The dozens of towns around Black-corner City and the hundreds of battle groups of the major clans are almost ready. At dawn the day after tomorrow, the Warriors of the Blood Hoof Clan will gather in the temple outside the city to hold a grand oath ceremony and a drill. Then, they will set off for battle.

“I hope you can think it through before then.

“Because once the army goes out, there will be too many people and too many eyes. I can not hide you in the tent all the time, so I can only offer you to the black-toothed high priest.

“I hope that when High Priest Black Tooth takes off his hood and cape, revealing his deformed and twisted half of his body that has been overly corroded by the totem power, you will not resent my cruelty, and you will not regret your stubbornness… and stupidity.”

Casanova lightly patted Ice Storm’s cheek a few times.

He got up and walked out of the tunnel.

Just as he entered the darkness, he turned around again.

“Oh right, regarding your battle team, there’s no need to worry.”

Casanova said to Ice Storm, “I have to admit that you have created a very outstanding battle team, and I can’t bear to use them as cannon fodder.

“I will assign them to the best and most loyal ace gladiators. I will let them fight for the bloody skull battle team in the upcoming battles and win more glory for me!”

…

“Lady Ice Storm is sick!”

“She is not sick. She is injured!”

“Lady Ice Storm’s performance in the arena over the past two years has been too outstanding. However, while she has defeated countless strong enemies, she has also accumulated serious injuries in her body. It was only thanks to her perseverance and the blessing of the ancestral spirit that she was able to suppress the injuries.

“However, she was too impatient. In the Game of the Brave, she summoned totem armors one after another and engaged in battles that exceeded her limits. It was said that she had even taken away the armor fragments of many strong opponents and integrated them into her Mithril Ripper.

“As a result, she absorbed too much totem power at once and could not digest it at all. Then, she drank too much liquor that contained secret medicines at the banquet hosted by Lord Casanova, which caused her totem power to go out of control, and she almost turned into an Origin Warrior!

“Although she was saved by Lord Casanova with great difficulty, she still needs a long period of rest. She definitely won’t be able to lead us!”

When dawn approached, this terrifying news spread like wildfire within Ice Storm’s battle team.

Many of the servants were stunned. Even more of the servants did not dare to believe it and thought that someone was playing a cruel joke on them.

Lady Ice Storm was one of the four trump cards of the Blood Skull Arena.

Even in the newly established Bloody Skull Battle Group, she was a powerhouse whose strength was enough to rank in the top five.

How could she be sick or injured?

However, the rat servants who spread the rumors made it sound very serious.

Moreover, recently, Ice Storm had been crazily challenging the powerhouses and snatching the other party’s armor fragments. Her Mithril Ripper was adding a brand-new characteristic almost every day, it was also a fact that she had become more gorgeous and fierce.

It was strange that she did not lose control during her crazy training.

In the end, a rat soldier who had been with Casanova for many years expressionlessly brought the order of the highest commander of the Blood Skull Legion, shattering the last bit of luck of the servants.

Everyone withered like empty pockets and hung their heads dejectedly.

Logically speaking, it was common for the rat militia to replace their master.

The casualty rate of the clan warriors was high due to hunting, adventuring, fighting, and war.

The servant soldiers that were trained with great difficulty did not necessarily have to die with their master.

Most of the time, their master did not treat the servant soldiers as confidants or brothers. They were merely tools and items that could be used at will and placed on the gambling table to be used as wagers.

Before two gladiators fought each other in the arena, it was normal for one to bet three hundred servant soldiers while the other bet thirty.

Since that was the case, why should the servant soldiers waste too much emotion on their master?

Following someone wasn’t eating, training, and death!

However, Ice Storm’s servant soldiers were different.

To be more precise, Leaf’s batch of servant soldiers that Meng Chao had personally selected were different from the other servant soldiers.

First of all, before they joined the ice storm battle team, they were all crooked and did not see any hope.

The only ending was that they would die and Rot silently in the darkest corner of the dungeon.

Although Meng Chao had saved and trained them, they were still alive.

However, without Ice Storm’s acquiescence, this ‘grotesque’ battle team would not have taken shape so easily.

Moreover, because Ice Storm was not focused on the Blood Skull Arena or the Blood Skull Legion, it was very lenient to the servants. It was as if the servants were free to do whatever they wanted, which made the servants feel the freedom that they had not felt for a long time.

Compared to the gladiators who merely treated the servants as tools and chess pieces and forced the servants to train day and night, a large number of corpses that died of exhaustion or injuries were carried out of the training camp every day.

The following days for Ice Storm could be described as ‘peaceful and peaceful’.

Of course, those who were usually relaxed would suffer on the battlefield and even pay with their lives.

This was the third benefit of following Ice Storm—the Frost Queen was one of the top five powerhouses in the Blood Skull Legion. Even in the entire Black-corner City, she was a well-known ruthless person. Many times, before the servants could make a move, she had already taken the lead and ended the battle.

In addition to the team cooperation tactics taught by Meng Chao, the casualty rate of Ice Storm’s battle team was far less than the other three ace battle teams in the Blood Skull Arena.

For a rat citizen who had lost his home, family, and hope, and only had his own life left, Ice Storm was simply the most perfect master that they could meet.

Unexpectedly, the most perfect master had been seriously injured and collapsed just before the most tragic war was about to begin.

What kind of master would they be assigned to next?

Would they still be able to maintain a complete team with at least the initial thirty people remaining in a team and receive training and command from the Reaper?

How would the new master treat them? Would he let them take the lead in the first battle and consume them all in a meaningless manner?

The life-threatening question left all the rat folk soldiers at a loss and at a loss.

Leaf was even more flustered.

The young rat boy, who was too young and therefore too naive, had been in a state of confusion and at a loss for the past few days.

The Big-horned Rat God that he worshipped and worshipped was actually a fake!

“There’s no such thing as the Big-horned Rat God descending. It’s just a trick played by a spy from Red-gold City!”

This shocking news was like a huge ax that was surrounded by lightning.. It hacked into Leaf’s head and completely stunned the rat youth.