Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Chapter 1097: The Old Bear’s Revenge

Meng Chao felt that the soldiers sent by the Great Horn Army to lead the rat people out of the devil’s den must have been carefully selected and specially trained in their eloquence. They had carefully polished their stories countless times.

Only then could they speak so vividly and fascinatingly.

With just a few words, Round Bone Club seemed to lead everyone back to that soul-stirring night.

Everybody held their breath and stared at his mouth.

Knowing that he was safe and sound, they were still sweating for what had happened to him.

“At that time, a bloodthirsty lizard that looked like a mad dog suddenly darted out of the bushes and bit my calf. Its fangs pierced through my flesh, making its body, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, hang on my leg.”

The round bone club continued, “I watched as two ferocious lizard warriors walked towards me with hideous smiles on their faces while carrying large clubs that were filled with snake teeth.

“Their gazes didn’t land on my head, but on my knees.

“It seemed that they didn’t want to kill me with a stick. Instead, they wanted to break my knees and bring me back to the town to slowly cook me.”

“AH…”

In the crowd, some of the impatient rats couldn’t help but ask, “What happened after that? How did you escape from the pursuit of the Lizard Warriors?”

“After that, it was old bearskin who saved me!”

The round bone club grinned and pointed at the taciturn tall warrior, “Don’t think that he doesn’t like to talk much, but he has the ability to imitate the cries of the totem beasts and attract the totem beasts from afar.

“Old Bearskin joined the great horn army a few years earlier than me. At that time, he was sent to the border of the Blood Hoof clan and the Dark Moon clan by the Great Horn Army to look for someone like me who was desperate but unwilling to wait for his death. He was also full of anger toward his master, and he became a new recruit of the Great Horn Army.

“He saw the movements of a large group of lizard warriors at the foot of the mountain. He knew that they must be chasing after the rebels and saboteurs, so he quietly followed behind the group.

“Old Bearskin alone, of course, could not contend with a large group of lizard warriors. So, he used his own ability to cleverly attract a totem beast and crashed into the encirclement of the Lizard Warriors.

“The value and threat of the totem beast is obviously much greater than mine.

“For a moment, the Lizard Warriors were caught off guard by the totem beast, and were thrown off their feet.

“Old Bearskin took the opportunity to sneak up and cut the neck of the bloodthirsty lizard that bit my calf, saving me.”

“I see.”

Everyone finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Someone was still not satisfied, and continued to ask, “Later, how did you escape the pursuit of the Lizard Warriors?”

“It all depends on old bearskin!”

The round bone club said, “Old Bearskin is an experienced hunter. He is simply the embodiment of the forest. With just a sniff, he can sniff out all the streams, swamps, and caves of totem beasts in the entire forest.

“As everyone knows, we rat people are usually not allowed to go into the mountains to hunt, except for those who are gifted and specially act as guides for the Clan Warriors.

“When old bearskin was in his hometown, he was such a guide.

“However, a guide’s bowl of rice is also very unpalatable. It’s even more dangerous than cleaning the lizard cage, because in order to hunt even more brutal and powerful totem beasts, the Clan Warriors always ask the Guide to go deeper into the forest.

“If they really encounter totem beasts, the clan warriors can still rely on their skilled combat skills and powerful totem armors to fight against the totem beasts.

“However, unarmed guides often had a slim chance of survival.

“The third generation of the old bearskin family, together with his wife, were the best guides in their hometown. Their fame even spread to the nearby towns. Many warriors of the clan entered the mountains to hunt, and they were specifically asked to lead the way.

“This year, the wealthy clan that ruled the local towns, the heir of the chief, wanted to complete his coming of age ceremony in a glorious manner. He wanted to kill the strongest totem beast and give it to his father as a gift.

“And his father, the chief who was known for his brutality, also sent a large number of people to escort him.

“Such an elite team naturally needed the best guide.

“The old bearskin couple and their child, a family of three, were called up by the hunting team and came to the depths of the forest shrouded in clouds.

“Unfortunately, the weather was not perfect. On the day they entered the mountain, the sky seemed to have been pierced through by the Horn of a giant beast, and torrential rain poured down day and night.

“The torrential rain triggered the mountain torrents, making the forest, which was usually full of danger, even more unpredictable and violent.

“Even in the hunting team, many people were washed away by the mountain torrents. The remaining warriors of the clan were exhausted after running around for ten days to half a month, and their condition was extremely bad.

“At this time, the storm still had no intention of stopping. Among the dark clouds, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, making it impossible to tell whether it was day or night. The tempers and totem power of the warriors of the clan became extremely unstable. Some of them even had just drawn their sabers when lightning struck near them.

“Logically speaking, such bad weather is not suitable for hunting at all. The safest arrangement is to withdraw from the forest and wait for the rain to clear up and the clouds to disperse before regrouping.

“Old bearskin also suggested this to the son of the chief.

“He told the son of the chief that in the depths of the forest, the torrential rain and lightning would greatly stimulate the ferocity of the totem beasts, raising the danger level of the totem beasts to several times higher than usual.

“And their originally well-prepared and well-equipped team was also blown to pieces because of the mountain flood.

“Right now, the people are tired and the horses are tired. It’s really not suitable to advance recklessly. Otherwise, the roles of ‘Hunter’and ‘prey’could change positions at any time, and it might even be possible for the entire team to be wiped out.

“Logically speaking, this is the experience of a senior hunter.

“However, the response he received was a merciless whip.

“The son of the chief yearned to be in the limelight during the coming of age ceremony. He has been wandering in the deep mountains and forests for ten days to half a month. How could he be willing to return empty-handed and become a joke in the family?

“The son of the chief angrily rebuked old bearskin for being as cowardly and lowly as a mouse. He didn’t even have the courage of a Tulan warrior.

“The more ‘cowardly’old bearskin was, the more the chief’s son wanted to nurture his ‘courage’. Thus, he forced the three of them to walk at the front of the group, insisting on finding the totem beast’s nest.

“In the end, after spending another three days and three nights, they did indeed find the totem beast’s nest.

“However, the totem beast that had been trapped in the storm for more than half a month was stimulated by the Lightning and thunder in its body. It was indeed as old bearskin had guessed. Its ferocity and combat ability had soared by several times compared to its usual days.

“This hunting team that was exhausted, tired, and exhausted was simply not a match for the totem beast that had gone berserk. Very soon, they were killed until they threw away their armor and fell to the ground.

“When they didn’t see the totem beast, they were still arrogant and said that they were brave, courageous, and the son of the Chief of Glory. However, at this moment, they were scared out of their wits and fled to the foot of the mountain with the few clan warriors without looking back.

“They ran away, but the three members of the old bearskin family couldn’t escape. His wife and son were killed by the totem beast one after another. Even he himself was torn apart, and half of his skull was almost blown away.

“When the old bearskin was woken up by the excruciating pain, he discovered that he was deep in a swamp. The mud had already submerged his shoulders and was almost over his mouth and nose.

“It was also fortunate that he was not discovered by the totem beast and was lucky enough to escape.

“After struggling out of the swamp with great difficulty, old bearskin wandered around for a long time, but only found his wife and son’s belongings.

“Old bearskin was filled with grief and indignation.

“Although guides and hunters are extremely dangerous jobs, on the day they entered the mountain, they were prepared to die at any moment.

“However, it was a disaster that could have been avoided, but because of the son of the chief’s willfulness, his loved ones were killed.

“The son of the chief who caused this disaster, the guy who was full of ‘Glory’and ‘courage’, even abandoned them and was the first to escape!

“Old Bearskin was so furious that he was determined to take revenge.

“He knew that without the help of the guide, it would be difficult for the son of the chief to escape from the forest in such bad weather.

“Therefore, he endured the pain of being covered in wounds and chased after the traces left behind by the son of the chief in the forest.

“He suffered a lot along the way and was exhausted many times. He wanted to close his eyes and did not wake up.

“However, every time there was lightning and thunder, the Phantom of his wife and children would appear in front of his eyes and inject new energy into his body.

“Finally, after three days and three nights, old bearskin found his enemy in a cave deep in the col.

“Old Bearskin knew that with his own strength, it was impossible to defeat the chief’s son and the clan warriors who protected him.

“Under the stimulation of anger and despair, old bearskin chose to imitate the sound of a totem beast seeking a mate. He let out the most mournful cry in the wilderness, attracting the ferocious totem beast to his front. Then, he led it and rushed into the cave where the chief’s son was hiding.

“The hungry totem beast really showed its might in the cave, killing the chief’s son and the others who were terrified and had lost their fighting spirit.

“Old Bearskin thought that he was doomed, too, and that he would be reunited with his wife and children soon.

“He didn’t expect that fate would play a big joke on him again. Just when the totem beast killed the chief’s son and the other warriors of the clan, the mountain flood burst out and rushed into the Col. It broke the cave and carried old bearskin down the foot of the mountain.

“He held the half-eaten tree and drifted with the current. When the rain passed and the sky cleared, he found that he had miraculously survived and was even rescued by someone. He was brought to a warm and sturdy camp made up of rat soldiers — that was the camp of the Great Horn Army