Chapter 1035: Not a Spy? Then, What?
In the ancient times when the Turan ancestors created glory, in order to make their blood descendants forever powerful and filled with courage, the ancestral spirits activated supreme wisdom and poured totem power into the monsterâs body. The fiercest monsters wandering in Picturesque Orchid Lake were all modified into totem beasts.
The biggest difference between monsters and ordinary beasts was that monsters often had the characteristics of many kinds of beasts. They also had the âcharacteristicsâ given by the ancestral spirits, which allowed them to activate all kinds of skills in battle.
The more terrifying thing about a totem beast was that its body contained a huge amount of totem power. It could overflow from its skin and form an exoskeleton that covered its entire body.
This exoskeleton that emitted a metallic luster was made from the same raw materials as totem armor.
In fact, the totem armor of most clan warriors was created by hunting totem beasts, harvesting their exoskeletons and controlling their cores.
Among the totem beasts, the Tusk Growler[1] was both brutal and cunning. It was quite difficult to deal with.
This beast had lightning-fast speed and hunting skills that were not inferior to that of the advanced orcs. It also had at least three characteristics that allowed it to launch attacks that could not be seen by the naked eye.
Countless clan warriors and totem hunters had been pierced through by its tusks that protruded out, much like those that belonged to saber-toothed tigers.
Judging from the size of the beast on the opposite side, as well as the range and thickness of the armor covering its body, it was a Tusk Growler that had entered its prime and reached the peak of its combat ability. If it were in the deep mountains and jungle, it would definitely be able to kill a team powerhouse easily!
There was still a hint of grogginess in Ice stormâs brain.
However, it was immediately shocked into nothingness by the strong killing intent that the Tusk Growler emitted.
She looked past the Tusk Growler to the corner of the prison cell, where the iron fence was engraved with cuneiform characters.
Just now, it was this iron fence that was dragged by a chain that was as thick as an arm. It was slowly lifted up, and after that, the Tusk Growler, which had been deep in the tunnel behind the iron fence, was let in.
It was also the loud clang that came from the iron fenceâs heavy fall that woke Ice Storm up.
So, someone had deliberately sealed her totem power and locked her with a Tusk Growler?
Ice Stormâs fangs were deeply embedded in her lips.
If she could awaken her totem armor and activate her totem combat skills, the Tusk Growler would be a delicious meal and a toy for her to play with before that.
However, when her totem power was completely sealed and she could only rely on the power of flesh and blood to fight, she ended up playing the role of âtoy and food.â
Fortunately, the Tusk Growler was a very cautious and cunning totem beast.
Although it had locked onto Ice Storm, it was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, it slowly sniffed the air and observed its prey closely.
After all, Ice Stormâs body was still surrounded by the strong battle aura of defeating countless powerful opponents.
Her battle aura prevented the Tusk Growler form acting rashly. It only circled Ice Storm slowly.
The hungry fierce glint in its eyes became more and more intense.
Many thoughts flashed through Ice Stormâs mind. In an instant, she realized who the mastermind behind the trap was.
âCasanova, are you crazy?â
She cried out, partially shocked and partially angry. âWhat are you trying to do? You donât have the right to treat me like thisâIâm not a member of the Blood Hoof Clan, and Iâm not your vassal! Iâm a free gladiator. Even if I join the Blood Skull Battle Group, Iâm still a mercenary!
âIâve fulfilled all the obligations of a free gladiator and a mercenary. Plus, Iâve even completed more missions than I should have!
âIn the past two years, Iâve gone all out in the arena. In the game of the brave, Iâve even helped you and the Blood Hoof Clan defeat countless competitors!
âYet now, youâre treating me like this. Arenât you afraid that youâll be mocked by all the warriors in Black-corner City if word gets out? Arenât you afraid of not convincing me with your charm and strength but using such a dirty trick to frame me, tarnishing the Blood Hoof Clanâs glory? Arenât you a coward and a scoundrel?â
As she had expected, Casanovaâs deep laughter came from the four ventilation tubes in the four corners of the dungeon as soon as she finished speaking.
âDonât misunderstand me, Ice Storm. How can I be a scoundrel who wants to destroy you because I canât have you?â
Casanova slowly said, âIâm very grateful for everything youâve done for the Blood Skull Arena and me in the past two years.
âAlthough I hope to completely subdue you, fuse our bloodlines together, and fight side by side forever, I will not stop you if you insist on embarking on your own journey. I will only give you my sincere blessings.
âAfter all, like you said, as a free gladiator, your performance in the past two years has been brilliant and impeccable. If I were to attack you rashly, not only in Black-corner City, but the clan warriors in all of Picturesque Orchid Lake would despise my character.
âHowever, Ice Storm, you really shouldnât have helped the Gold Clan by sneaking into Black-corner City, stirring up trouble, and even ambushing the Blood Hoof clan warriors in an attempt to stir up internal strife within the clan. Such despicable and shameless methods are really not the style of Turan warriors. Whoever does so would be giving up all their dignity and honor. Naturally, they canât blame anyone else for using any means to deal with them, donât you think so?â
âWh-What?â
Ice Storm was dumbfounded. She was stunned for a while before she shouted, âIâm not a spy from Red-gold City! Isnât it rumored that the Night Demon who attacked the Blood Hoof warriors is a lion man powerhouse from Red-gold City?â
âThatâs right. The Night Demon himself should be a lion man powerhouse, but he must have an accomplice. Otherwise, how could he be so familiar with Black-corner Cityâs terrain and the distribution of every street and alley?â
Casanova calmly said, âFor an expert like him to be able to kill dozens of Blood Hoof warriors without making a sound, he should be someone well-known even in the Gold Clan, where there are countless experts. Itâd be impossible for him to leave Red-gold City for a long time and come to Black-corner City secretly.
âTherefore, he must have an accomplice who sneaked into Black-corner City a few years ago to carry out reconnaissance and various preparations. Once he arrived, the accomplice would act as his âguide.â
âIsnât the accomplice you, Ice Storm?â Casanova asked curiously
âCasanova, I donât know what youâre talking about at all!â Ice Storm replied indifferently
Icy Stormâs face instantly turned ghastly pale. As she observed the Tusk Growlerâs actions, she tried her best to refute Casanovaâs claims. âIâm not a spy from Red-gold City. I hate the Gold Clan more than you do, more than anyone in the Blood Hoof Clan!â
âI really want to believe you, Ice Storm.â
Casanova sighed and said, âHowever, if youâre not a spy, I really canât understand why youâre not willing to accept my blood donation and join the Blood Hoof Clan.
âIâve never mistreated you in any way. Iâve given you more preferential treatment than the other trump cards, and Iâve never interfered with your freedom. Iâve never asked about your past or asked you to carry out those difficult tasks.
âAs the strongest of the Blood Hoof family, there have been many War Chiefs in the history of our Blood Hoof Clan. Theyâve launched great wars that could make all the creatures in the land of Holy Light tremble in fear, leaving behind countless brilliant heroic epics.
âI think that joining such a clan will not bury your strength, right?
âSo, why? You just donât want to?â
To be fair, Casanovaâs doubts were reasonable.
If it had been a ânormalâ deserter of the Gold Clan, joining the strongest clan in the Blood Hoof family would be the best choice.
After all, even many of the elite soldiers, who had just joined the Blood Skull Legion, did not receive Casanovaâs blood.
They had to fight valiantly on the battlefield, achieve meritorious deeds, and even suffer serious injuries. They had to use medals of valor to prove their strength. Only then would they be qualified to have the surname âBloodhoofâ attached to their names.
Yet, Ice Storm abandoned the glory that was yearned by countless people.
No wonder Casanova was so angry that he made such a move.
Despite that, Ice Stormâs reason could not be revealed to Casanova or anyone else.
âIâm not a spy.â She could only grit her teeth and insist.
âWell, actually, I also believe that youâre not a spy.â
Casanova agreed with her unconvincing rebuttal.
The supreme commander of the Blood Skull Battle Group changed the subject and meaningfully said, âThe more interesting question is, if youâre not a spy of the Gold Clan, then who are you exactly?
âTo be more precise, the ace gladiator who has lurked in my arena for two years and performed almost perfectly is⊠what?â
His words made Ice Stormâs face change drastically.
Before she could explain herself again, an ear-piercing shriek came from the ventilation tubes in the four corners of the dungeon.
The Shriek was beyond the limits of human ears.
It even stimulated the aggressiveness of the Tusk Growler and tore its caution to shreds. The red glow in the depths of its eyes intensified. The tips of its tusks, which were as sharp as daggers, were wreathed in circles of red glow. Deep inside its throat, it was swallowing with an ominous sound.
Without waiting for the ice storm to speak againâŠ
The Tusk Growler dashed toward her.
The ferocious totem beast bent its limbs and flicked them. The runes on its exoskeleton, which seemed to be natural patterns, flickered with dazzling brilliance. In an instant, it slashed toward the head of the ice storm like a saber that was as fast as lightning.
Ice Storm was unable to use her totem power.
And her body of flesh and blood was also numbed by more than ten barrels of strong alcohol.
The speed of her muscles contracting could not keep up with the speed of her brain giving orders.
She tried her best to dodge to the left, but she still felt a sharp pain on her right shoulder. The sudden teeth roar tore a wound so deep that one could see the bones.
The white and flowery periosteum was exposed in the air. The sharp pain was like a needle piercing, reminding ice storm that death was so clear and close. If she was slightly careless, she would die here before facing her fate.
âCa⊠Casanova, what do you want?â
The ice storm covered the bleeding wound on her shoulder and gritted her teeth, âIf you want to kill me, then do it yourself. Why do you need to borrow the claws of the totem beast? Donât you even have the courage to fight me fair and square?â
[1] Previously named Tusk Roar
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