It was a conclusion that sounded earth-shattering at first, yet became utterly absurd upon closer thought.
So the moment Ice Storm said it, before Meng Chao could react, she frowned and shook her head. "No way. That would be... asking for trouble!"
It was not that the rulers of the Five Great Clans would refrain from using such cruel methods to select servant soldiers.
If necessary, those lofty Warrior Masters would carry out even crueler methods without the slightest hesitation.
The problem was, there was simply no need to make things so complicated.
In truth, aside from selecting the War Chieftain and competing for supreme command over the Turan army, the greatest purpose of the so-called Five Clans Competition was to weed through the ratfolk in live combat exercises, saving food to the utmost and separating the wheat from the chaff.
Though in one impassioned, soul-stirring War Epic after another, the glorious warriors of the Golden, Bloodhoof, Dark Moon, Thunderbolt, and Sacred Tree Clans were said to give their all in the Five Clans Competition, fearless and unflinching, beating one another's brains out to please the ancestral spirits.
Turan Heroes were, after all, "High-Level Orcs."
The difference between "high-level" and "low-level" was probably that the former had mastered the skill of speaking grandly while doing something entirely different.
Before even plucking a hair from the Holy Light Human Race, killing their own people until heads rolled and blood flowed into rivers was the sort of foolishness even the most hot-tempered Boar Warriors refused to commit.
At least over the past three thousand years, in every Five Clans Competition, the ratfolk servant soldiers under the various clans had always led the charge, forging themselves into chess pieces with their flesh and blood for their masters to maneuver and pit against one