Kasava was thinking hard about how to find out this dangerous person who had sneaked into Noire City and disguised himself as the messenger of the Horned Rat God, chopped him into meat paste, and buried him under the mandala tree.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a heavy cast iron cane tapping behind me.

Kasava's heart trembled, and he quickly turned around and saluted respectfully: "Lord Black Teeth!"

He couldn't help but feel disrespectful.

Although the visitor had an old face and a stooped figure, his body wrapped in a black hooded cloak seemed to be blown over by a gust of wind. He even had to use a crutch weighing hundreds of kilograms to barely maintain his balance.

But this priest named "Black Teeth" has become one of the top legends in the Bloodhoof family in recent decades.

The Black Teeth of twenty years ago was not a priest.

But the most powerful warrior of the Bloodhoof family.

Even Kasava Bloodhoof grew up listening to the story of him slaying the nine-headed dragon in the most turbulent whirlpool of the Turan River during the flood period.

The original intention of Black Teeth to kill the nine-headed dragon was not to eliminate harm for the people, nor was it something as boring as killing the dragon and eating its meat.

He just heard that the nine-headed dragon can regenerate infinitely. As long as one of the nine heads is retained, even if the other eight are chopped off, a new one can grow in a very short period of time, like a gecko's tail.

's head.

Black Teeth wanted to know if this was true.

"If the nine-headed dragon can really regenerate infinitely, I will catch one and raise it in the family temple. This way, I will have the freshest borneol to eat every day."

Black Teeth explained his purpose this way.

As a result, he spent three days and three nights amid strong winds, torrential rains, and roaring floods to prove that there is no such unscientific thing as "infinite regeneration" in the world.

He only cut off the nine heads of the nine-headed dragon thirty or fifty times in turn, and the latter fell to the ground and died of collapse.

"It's really boring. Not only does the speed of rebirth become slower and slower each time, the reborn head also becomes smaller and smaller, and the dragon's breath released becomes weaker and weaker. After killing thirty or fifty times, the breath it sprays out

The fierce flames can't even burn my cow hair!"

After returning from a fierce battle, covered with blood, dragging a skinny dragon corpse and hundreds of dragon-headed black teeth behind him, he said this to the high-level orcs in Black Horn City.

This battle made Black Teeth famous.

Coupled with his unique appearance, as a tauren, in addition to the majestic horns, he also has two black fangs that are sharper than the liger warrior.

With his terrifying achievements and domineering appearance, the name "Black Teeth" spread from Black Corner City to Scarlet Gold City, and no one in the entire Turanze knew about his illustrious name.

It's a pity, just like all the strongest people in Turan who try to surpass their limits.

Black Teeth also ignored everything and piled totem armor on himself.

The layers of "thousand-year armor" and "ten-thousand-year armor" contain hundreds of extremely ancient and powerful remnant souls.

That is the blessing of the ancestral spirits, and it is also the curse of the ancestral spirits.

While bringing powerful skills to the totem warriors, it also lures the totem warriors step by step towards the abyss of madness.

In the end, he completely lost himself and became a puppet of the totem armor.

That is the origin of the warrior, where flesh, flesh and metal are completely blended together, an existence that is neither human nor ghost.

The remaining flesh and blood of the vast majority of origin warriors cannot support the excessive devouring of the totem armor.

If they were not sealed in time using secret medicine, they would be devoured by the totem armor in just a few days, or at most three to five months, leaving only an empty skeleton.

Generally speaking, this kind of change is inevitable.

It is easy to change from an ordinary warrior to an origin warrior by giving up thinking, completely obeying the instructions of the totem armor, and killing like crazy.

But almost no origin warrior can recover his mind and become an ordinary warrior.

The reason why I say "almost" is because Black Teeth is such a special case that is rare in thousands of years.

In the process of losing control of his mind, mutating his flesh and blood, and being completely eroded by the power of the totem, he unexpectedly interrupted the entire process with his supreme will.

As a result, only half of the body was fused with the metal, turning into a deformed and twisted monster.

The other half of the body, including the entire head, still maintains the normal appearance of a high-level orc.

Dragging such a weird body, he insisted on returning to the family temple step by step, and poured himself into a medicine vat filled with secret medicine.

The five high priests of the Bloodhoof family worked together to seal half of Blacktooth's mutated body, barely saving his life and sanity.

Although this loss of control caused him to lose most of his physical combat effectiveness.

But as a blessing in disguise, he had the ability to communicate deeply with ancestral spirits and skillfully use multiple psychic warfare techniques.

As a result, he changed his profession from warrior to priest.

The sixth priest of the Bloodhoof family.

He is also one of the most terrifying priests within the family, no, in the entire Black Horn City, no, in the entire Turan Zee.

Although most of Black Teeth's face was shrouded in the shadow under the hood.

Only one sharp fang that seemed to be made of black iron was exposed.

And another fang that was riddled with holes and covered with metal thorns.

But Kasava still felt that the careless gaze of the most terrifying priest in the family penetrated his chest and heart, making him even more afraid to speak out.

"Follow me, Kasava. There are many foreign gladiators in your Blood Skull Arena. Perhaps your knowledge of them can help us."

Perhaps because he saw the shadow of his youth in Kasava, a rising star, Black Teeth's attitude was actually very gentle.

Of course, the "gentleness" of Black Teeth only slightly restrained the nearly suffocating pressure to the point where Kasava could barely breathe.

Kasava did not dare to ask any more questions and followed the priest step by step to a secret room on the right side of the temple.

The material used to build this secret chamber is "crystal stone" that is completely blue and covered with frost. Even in the hot summer, it always maintains zero temperature.

The entire secret room was filled with ice and mist, and the air was freezing.

The wall on the left side of the secret room is covered with various strange-shaped knives polished from metal and totem animal bones.

On the shelf on the right, there are hundreds of bottles of colorful secret medicines with strange fragrances exuding through the corks.

In the middle is a stone platform with a large number of cuneiform inscriptions.

Lying on the stone platform was a body that had been disemboweled and cut into pieces.

Casava identified the body from the still intact head.

"Crocodile Head, is he dead too?"

Kasava frowned deeply.

Crocodile Head is also a notorious master among the younger generation of the Bloodhoof family.

His family had just joined the Bloodhoof family not long ago.

His father was originally a crocodile warrior from the Darkmoon Clan.

Because he was defeated miserably in the family struggle, he was exiled and ended up in Black Point City.

First, he made a name for himself in the gladiatorial arena, and then received blood from the Bloodhoof family. He abandoned everything in the past and embarked on a new journey.

He even gained the favor of a female Tau-headed warrior who was particularly strong and attractive in the Bloodhoof family.

This is how the "Crocodile Head" came into being, a powerful being that combines the crocodile and the tauren, two fierce bloodlines.

Both are the younger generation in the family.

Casava has competed with Crocodile Head many times.

Although he won more than he lost, he also admitted that Crocodile Head was a pretty good opponent.

It was worth using 70% of his strength to deal with it.

"Did the Ironhide family do it?" Kasava asked cautiously.

If the Ironhide Family kills all the crocodile heads.

The conflict between the two families is not so easy to resolve.

"No, the idiots of the Ironhide family, no matter how stupid they are, have limits. They know who they can kill and who they cannot."

Black Tooth said, "It was the 'Night Demon' who did it."

"Messenger of the Horned Rat God?"

Casava was surprised again.

On the one hand, he was surprised at how tricky the target was, that even a master like Crocodile Head could kill him.

On the other hand, he also wondered, "Don't this guy usually leave his mouth alive? How could he kill the crocodile head?"

Although he was called "Night Demon" by the clan warriors who were frightened and angry.

But the messengers of the Great Horned Rat God rarely do anything to kill them all.

Casava didn't think this was any mercy.

Leaving them alive and carving bloody, extremely shameful marks on their foreheads was simply more cruel than killing these warriors with a single sword.

"Maybe it's because Crocodile Head accidentally killed a few rat people."
To be continued...