Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

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Leaf saw that the masters of the Blood Hoof clan—the Turan, the mammoth, the boar, the centaur—were all dressed in armor and holding their weapons in an open fire.
It looked as if they were entering an uninhabited land, burning, looting, and slaughtering in the village.

At such a close distance, Leaf could even smell the unique aura of the Turan warriors.
It was so strong that he felt like vomiting.

Only then did he realize…

The old men in the clan were so huge that their muscles were so exaggerated, and their killing intent was incredibly strong.
It was completely different from what he had seen from afar in the mountains.

To the weak rat people, these old men in the clan, who were born with a glorious bloodlines were akin to gods and demons descending on the mortal world.
They were unstoppable.

Looking at their ease and leisurely walk, it was as if this was not a real massacre at all.
It was just a boring game.

Meanwhile, all the rat people in the village were not a match for the game.

They were just props in the game.

Leaf saw countless “props” lying on the ground in a disorderly fashion.

They fell into a pool of their own blood, and some people died with their eyes wide open.

In their eyes that were gradually dimming, there was still a strong sense of confusion.
They did not understand what they had done wrong until they died.

They had not always been well-behaved, but they paid full mandrake tax to the Blood Hoof Clan every year.
Even if it was because they were collecting holy fruit of the highest grade, countless people would fall to their deaths on the cliffs every year.
Numerous people would also be devoured by the forest and totem beasts.
Even so, faced with the tax that increased every year, did they ever complain and did they not do their best to complete it?

Why did the Blood Hoof Clan want to exterminate this harmless and obedient little village for no reason?

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“Because the ‘glorious era’ has arrived.”

When the mandrake flower bloomed, the old man in the village once said worriedly, “But this ‘era of prosperity’ has lasted too long.”

According to Leaf’s mother, this era of prosperity had lasted ten palm prints, which was a whole fifty years!

The last era of glory had already been fifty years ago.

The rat people had always lived a precarious life.
Very few people could survive thirty to forty years of heavy and dangerous work.

Even the oldest man in the village had no impression of the last glorious era.

He was too old, so old that all his teeth had fallen out.
He could only use a stone roller to grind mandrake fruit into mud and lick it.

A few years ago, he had been stung by poisonous bees and had become a crazy old fool.

“The glorious era is here!

“The glorious era is here!

“The elders of the clan will step on the rat people’s bones and fight for supreme glory for the sacred ancestral spirit!”

After the mandrake tree bloomed, the old fool danced around the village entrance all day long.
He laughed and danced, singing songs that no one could understand or was willing to understand.

Leaf saw the old fool among the pile of corpses.

On his face that had been split in two, there was still a silly smile of someone destined to be doomed.

There was also Tutu, his best friend.

He was also his strongest opponent.

Whether it was going down the river to catch barracudas or climbing up the tallest mandrake tree during a storm to see who would be able to pick the largest mandrake fruit…

Tutu was only a little short of Leaf every time.

“I’m too weak right now.
I can only eat three mandrake fruits in one go.

“Even so, just wait and see.
Next year, I’ll definitely be able to eat five mandrake fruits in one go.

“When the time comes, I’ll definitely become stronger than you!”

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Tutu had once said this to Leaf.

Now, however, his chest was deeply sunken, as if it had become the biggest, deepest, and darkest cave in the “secret base” that they had built together.

Tutu could no longer eat the mandrake fruit.

In the end, Leaf saw Anjia.

A Turan warrior who was so huge that he could not even fit into his armor was carrying her on the shoulder.
He simply took off his upper body, revealing lumps of muscles and hideous tattoos.

The Turan warrior swaggered toward the raging flames.
He had already been knocked unconscious and tied up earlier, and he walked toward the group of prisoners who were mainly made up of young and strong rats.

Compared with the Turan from the Blood Hoof Clan, Anjia, who was a rat person, was really similar to a little mouse.

The Turan stretched out two fingers and pinched her lightly.
Her face turned pale, and she almost suffocated, unable to struggle.

Despite that, she gathered her last bit of strength and shouted at the top of her lungs, “Run! Leaf! Run!”

“Run! Leaf! Run!”

Anjia’s shout made Leaf’s brain buzz and let out a roar.

It was as if he had been stung by ten thousand poisonous bees.
His brain was burning and he could not think at all.

Ever since the mandrake flower bloomed, countless people had told him to run.

“Run, Leaf, run!” his mother said.

“Run, Leaf, run!” his brother said.

“Run, Leaf, run!” the crazy old ,an said.

Even Anjia just said so.

Yet, where could he run to?

He looked around.
There was a sea of fire and pools of blood everywhere.
There were rat corpses and laughing bloody hoofs everywhere.

The glorious era had arrived.

He was like a rat crossing the street, with nowhere to run.

He did not want to run anymore!