But the Reaper ruthlessly extinguished the fire in his heart.
"You are not allowed to go anywhere during this time. Stay in the Servant Soldier Camp and train properly until Brave Man's Game ends and the Bloodhoof Army finishes assembling!"
For once, the Reaper wore a stern expression as he spoke to the Ratfolk Boy.
"But why?"
Ye Zi truly could not understand. "Reaper, you are Ratfolk too, and you're so powerful. In the past, you always looked down on the Bloodhoof Family's warriors. Why are you completely uninterested in the descent of the Great Horned Rat God this time?
"Don't you want to break free from the control of those damned Clan Warriors? Do you intend to spend your entire life as the Bloodhoof Clan's lackey instead of fighting for your own clan and ancestral spirits?"
"I've explained this to you many times already."
The Reaper replied to the Ratfolk Boy, "First, Ratfolk resisting their unjust fate and believing in the Great Horned Rat God are two entirely different matters.
"Second, even if you believe in the Great Horned Rat God, how do you know that the Great Horned Rat God's messenger has truly come to Black Horn City and will definitely be able to save all Ratfolk?
"Third, even if the Great Horned Rat God's messenger really has come to Black Horn City and is both willing and able to save a large number of Ratfolk, a grievous price will inevitably have to be paid. They will face the mad counterattack of all the major Lineages, and many people will die.
"Don't misunderstand me. I do not doubt your spirit of sacrifice. But waving your withered limbs, dragging your frail body, and charging at Clan Warriors' Totem Armor like moths flying into a flame—such sacrifice has little meaning.