"Were they Ratfolk Servant Soldiers?" Meng Chao asked Ice Storm with his lips.
"Doesn't look like it. I've never seen Ratfolk Servant Soldiers with such seamless coordination, nor have I seen Ratfolk Servant Soldiers so fearless of death. At least, I never saw any like that in the Blood Skull Arena." Ice Storm shook her head grimly.
Meng Chao thought for a moment, then suddenly vaulted down from the ruins. Before Ice Storm could stop him, he disappeared into the smoke and dust.
A moment later, he returned in a crouch, carrying two things over his shoulder.
Ice Storm focused her eyes on what he set down behind the broken walls.
They were actually two corpses clad in hooded cloaks.
In order to break through the defenses of the Gladiators and shrine guards just now, these elite ratfolk in hooded cloaks had suffered considerable casualties as well, leaving corpses strewn everywhere.
After taking the granary and armory, the ratfolk were beside themselves with excitement.
As they swarmed forward to snatch weapons and Mandala Fruit, no one noticed that two corpses had vanished without a trace.
Still, Ice Storm did not understand why Meng Chao had stolen corpses back.
"Sometimes, corpses can reveal far more intelligence than living people. After all, when you run into someone with an iron will, even severe torture might not pry open his mouth."
Meng Chao knelt on one knee and carefully examined the two corpses.
First, he ran his hands inch by inch over their muscles and bones, overlooking none of the joints from elbows to knees.
He even parted their thick fur to inspect the growth of lice and fleas.
Then he closed his eyes and carefully felt the calluses on the soles of their feet and their palms.
Finally, he opened his bright,