The Earth People are so Fierce

Turanze metal is rare. The armors and shields of the Rat Militia use a large amount of wood and stone materials to ensure defense while weighing several times that of metal materials.

Rao are the civic servants who have received special training by Meng Chao. After standing for a full moment, they were sweaty and their legs swayed. Many people turned their eyes directly and fell straight down.

It wasn't until twenty or thirty rat militia soldiers fell to the ground, and some were even convulsed by the thick and heavy armor, that the Wildhammer was long overdue.

This samurai with wild elephant blood, among the four ace of the Blood Skull Arena, is the most massive samurai with his hands on his back and a proboscis that swells like an osteoma. He swings slowly from side to side and swaggers to the fearful rat militia. Before us.

"I am Wildhammer. Some of you have heard my name, and some of you have just been released from the dungeon. Maybe you don't know me yet. It doesn't matter. In the future training and battle, we have the opportunity to get to know each other! "

Wildhammer snarled his voice, full of anger, and yelled, "However, I know many of you, knowing that you use some inconsistent and opportunistic methods to train. Under the leadership of Ice Storm, you were lucky enough to fight. After a few victories, he was proud of himself, and he was the strongest servant in the Blood Skulls!

"Ice Storm is of course the trump card of the Blood Skull Team, but the competition on the arena is completely different from the real battlefield. If you want to continue to win victory and glory in the'Five Races' or even the'War of Glory' , Then immediately forget everything that Ice Storm taught you, I won’t eat that one!

"Next, I will let you know what is real training, what kind of warrior is qualified to win glory for the ancestral spirit, and even get my blood, and be promoted to the official member of the Bloodhoof clan!

"I will squeeze your flesh and blood into mud, grind your bones into powder, then combine the mud and bone meal, and recast it into a brand-new, screaming iron man!

"This is destined to be an extremely difficult road. If someone can't bear such a recast, they can propose it now. I will immediately put you into the ranks of slave soldiers to ensure that you are in the first battle. If you were battered by hundreds of arrows, and then stepped on to pieces by the opponent's iron hoof, and died clean, then you don't have to bear the pain, only a real tough guy can bear.

"Is there such a person, is there?"

The Wildhammer stared at the Rat Citizens' servants ferociously, widening his eyes larger than the fists of ordinary tauren warriors.

The rat militiamen gritted their teeth and said nothing.

"Very well, it seems that you are not as weak as I thought. I can't help but give birth to a illusion, I believe we will get along very happily."

Wildhammer nodded in satisfaction, "Did you understand what I said just now?"

"understand!"

Ye Zi led everyone and shouted uniformly.

Wildhammer frowned deeply and shook his head disapprovingly, "It seems that Ice Storm is too indulgent for you, and I don't know the rules that the rat people should abide by.

"Remember, when a servant responds to a samurai question, he must add the noble name of the samurai before and after, and he wants to call me'Master Wildhammer.' Do you understand it?"

"Master Wildhammer, you understand, Master Wildhammer!"

"Speak louder, look at what kind of ghosts the ice storm has trained you to look like, soft and lack of energy, are you not proud orcs, but the sneaky elves in the Twilight Forest, louder!"

"Master Wildhammer, you understand, Master Wildhammer!"

"Speak louder, I can't hear you, your roar is not as loud as the totem beast's fart, so listless, what right do you have to follow me to win the glory?"

"Master Wildhammer, you understand, Master Wildhammer!"

"Not enough, not enough, far enough, continue to practice, continue to scream, shout out all your anger and killing intent, imagine that you are in front of you with the **** holy light human race, dwarves, and elves-those who want to help the Twilight Cthulhu destroy Guys of the world, use your roar to tear them to pieces, and plant the Turan Warriors' battle flag in every corner of the Land of Holy Light, so that our world will always be full of vigor and vitality!"

"Master Wildhammer, you understand, Master Wildhammer!"

"Master Wildhammer, you understand, Master Wildhammer!"

"Master Wildhammer, you understand, Master Wildhammer!"

The rat militiamen shouted hoarsely over and over again.

Without Wildhammer's permission, no one dared to stop.

Wildhammer's gaze was sharper than his fangs, and it swept coldly across the faces of the Rat militiamen.

The face of the first batch of thirty servants selected by Meng Chao himself stayed for an exceptionally long time.

In the end, his footsteps stopped in front of Meng Chao.

He was condescending, like a mountain with huge eyes, staring at Meng Chao unblinkingly.

Meng Chao is the most standard standing posture among all the rat militia soldiers.

It's like a straight mandala tree, so standard that even Wildhammer can't pick out the slightest flaw.

Moreover, Meng Chao also screamed intently over and over again.

Even the huge figure of Wildhammer completely obscured his breathing space. He didn't stop or get distracted. He was still meticulous, shouting until he screamed.

Wildhammer is noncommittal about Meng Chao's performance.

He stared at Meng Chao for a long time.

Suddenly, the biggest trump card in the Blood Skull Arena, released a wisp of fierce murderous aura, like an invisible sledgehammer, and smashed his head and brains towards Meng Chao's Tianling Gai.

Finally, Meng Chao couldn't hold it anymore, he snorted, his face was pale, he took a half step backwards, his legs were almost weak, and he sat down on the ground.

Naturally, the rhythm of shouting was messed up.

Wildhammer grinned.

Raising the iron fist high, with a lightly clenched, motioned the rat militiamen to stop yelling.

"Listen to Master Kassafa, you are a little special, so I must pay attention."

Wildhammer was full of contempt, and Meng Chaodao, who was nearly half shorter than himself, said, "But, in my opinion, you are nothing special!"

Meng Chao looked embarrassed and seemed to want to argue or refute.

But he seemed to be killed by the wildhammer, disrupting the rhythm, hurting his lungs, and making no sound for a while.

Anxiously, he coughed loudly again, spewing more blood.

Wildhammer was full of disgust, and let the blood spray from Meng Chao sideways, poke Meng Chao's chest with his long nose, neither light nor heavy, and said: "Listen, black-haired ugly ghost, I don't care where you are from. It doesn't matter whether it is the blood of an ogre or a hill giant or those deformed freaks in the abyss of Eternal Night, it doesn't matter what is flowing in your body, it doesn't matter what you have to do with the ice storm.

"Anyway, in my eyes, the rat man is the rat man. As long as he knows how to obey the rat man’s rules and obey the master’s orders, he is a good rat man. He has a chance to survive, at least, without the taste of leather whips and soldering irons.

"But if you are still thinking about the ice storm and dare to be smart and make small moves under my nose, then I am also very interested to know that when the red iron rod hits you hard, like Do you understand what kind of screams such a special person like you screams?"

Wildhammer once again released a fierce murderous aura.

It was really like a tyrant mammoth condensed by the power of a totem, spewing from his body, and launched a "war trampling" towards Meng Chao.

Even the dozen or so rat militias around Meng Chao were affected and groaned one after another.

Meng Chao's face was even more withered, and his lips trembled for a long time before he said hoarsely, "Listen, I understand."

"Ok?"

Wildhammer raised his eyebrows and nose high.

"Master Wildhammer, I understand, Master Wildhammer."

Meng Chao seemed to be completely frightened by the wildhammer, lowered his head deeply, and said with a trembling voice.

Wildhammer was satisfied.

But he was not going to let Meng Chao and all the rat militia soldiers go.

"Very good, then let me see now, what exactly the ice storm has trained you all into!"

Wildhammer yelled, "Put on all your equipment, run around the training camp, break your legs, run and blow up your hearts and lungs, or before I call to stop, don't stop, just give me a run. !"

Under the supervision of Wildhammer's house mouse soldiers, hundreds of rat militia soldiers who originally belonged to the ice storm ran swayingly.

Because I just stood fully armed for more than a moment, and in the hysterical cry, it consumed too much heart and lung strength.

Just stepping on the rugged and uneven track, full of gravel, mud, pits and even iron briers, someone immediately groaned.

The leather slings that fasten the armors and weapons are deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of the rat militiamen, shaking with each pedaling, almost tearing their joints.

Ye Ye clenched his teeth, resisted the severe pain, and caught up with Meng Chao.

"Reaper, are you okay?" he asked anxiously.

"Of course something is happening."

Meng Chao's face was still pale, his breathing was short, his steps were messy like stitches sewn by a bull-headed warrior, shaky like dead leaves in a strong wind.

But when he saw the Ratmin boy catching up, he blinked secretly from an angle that Wildhammer could not see, "You are right, this big elephant is indeed far worse than the ice storm, you don't know. It took me so much to resist the urge to beat him severely now, and I can barely endure internal injuries!"

"Hey?"

Leaf was dumbfounded again.

Looking closely at Meng Chao's face, there is no bit of pain, depression, or depression?

The Ratman boy suddenly realized: "Reaper, you must have an overall plan to take us out of life. What should we do next?"

"Nonsense, of course, it is to obey Lord Wildhammer's command and run honestly. Do you still want to single-handedly kill the Bleeding Skull Arena and the entire Pointe-Noire?"

"But when will this be the head?"

"Don't worry, Wildhammer is just giving us a slap in the face. It won't really run us to death. After all, we are going to march tomorrow, and we have already shown good combat effectiveness. How can we help if we run into soft-footed shrimp? He won more combat exploits?"

"So that's it, then when we finish running, will we have a chance to escape?"

"No, when the run is over, we still have one vital thing to do."

"whats the matter?"

"Of course it's for dinner. I'm going out tomorrow. Today, we must be rewarded. Don't eat nothing, don't eat anything. Later, everyone will open their mouths and give me a terrible meal!"