The boot camp at the Bloodskull Arena is a forge in another sense.

Countless homes were destroyed, and the rat people, with the fire of hatred surging in their bodies, went through a life-and-death struggle in the dark dungeon, and vented the hatred that should have been vented on the clan warriors on each other.

After many layers of screening, the rat people who were able to climb onto the ground and join the recruit training camp became the best "billets."

Here, they can enjoy ten times more food than deep in the dungeon.

You can also apply secret medicine that contains totem beast ointment.

Not only can it speed up wound healing, it can also make bones as strong as steel and flesh as tough as a leather shield.

Afterwards, they plunged into brutal training day and night.

Repeatedly carrying stone locks weighing hundreds of kilograms; launching the most ferocious impact on the copper and iron walls stained with blood; walking through red-hot iron ropes, and underneath the iron ropes were traps filled with sharp blades; crawling through barbs

If you are not careful, the barbs will pierce your skin and flesh, and you will be tightly wrapped in the fishing net...

Although these rat people are all the strongest after layers of screening.

The stature of many rat people is the same as that of clan warriors, or even stronger than clan warriors.

I just don’t have the qualifications to get a gorgeous tattoo that represents my family’s bloodline and the glorious deeds of my ancestors.

But the power contained deep in the bone marrow, in addition to the mandala fruit, and requiring a large amount of totem beast flesh and blood to be accumulated since childhood, is far inferior.

Many rat people who are strong on the outside but capable on the inside cannot withstand such high-intensity training.

Or the stone lock may come out of the hand and hit the instep, shattering the bones of the foot.

Or in the process of crashing into a copper or iron wall, one may hit oneself with bloody head, broken tendons and fractures.

He even fell into a pit full of sharp blades and was riddled with holes.

Some people had no time to untie the fishing net full of barbs, and their aorta was torn. Blood sprayed to the height of three or five arms, and they died of excessive blood loss.

These people are like defective products from the forging of weapons.

He was quickly dragged away by the expressionless rat servants.

Drag it to a colosseum filled with totem beasts.

Immediately, more new recruits of the rat people will be added from the depths of the dungeon.

Start the next round of "forging" and "casting".

The arrival of the ice storm attracted everyone's attention.

As the ace of the Blood Skull Arena, although he lost three consecutive team battles, he was always defeated by the judge. He was never really defeated by his opponent, and he did not suffer too much in the battle with the opponent's leader.

of loss.

In fact, because the opponent has a large number of people, and she defeats him in the end, he is often left alone.

Furious, she even performed the feat of "one horse riding a thousand horses" and presented wonderful performances to the audience.

When she summoned the "Mithril Ripper", setting off a stormy wave of ice, and sending hundreds of rat servants flying away, no one dared to really regard her as a loser.

Therefore, Ice Storm still enjoys high prestige and worship.

Many rat people are eager to serve under her command.

Seeing her appear, the exhausted rat recruits cheered up again.

They bared their teeth and claws, screamed strangely, and tried to make themselves look more ferocious.

The two disabled gladiators responsible for training the new recruits also quickly stepped forward and greeted the ice storm with smiles.

There was no smile on Ice Storm's face.

She always suspected that Casava had tampered with it.

The first three times she selected recruits, she failed to select the best recruits.

This time, be sure to keep your eyes open and search carefully.

Ice Storm put his hands on his back and swung his tail as he walked through the middle of the training field.

However, I also found a few guys with huge backs and huge strength.

Many clan warriors born into military aristocratic families were exiled and became rat people due to family struggles and battle failures, and had to intermarry with other rat people.

Therefore, "rat people" has never been a concept in the sense of blood.

There is no essential difference between the so-called "blood of defilement" and "blood of glory".

If these tough guys can devour a large amount of totem beast flesh and blood since childhood, and then wear gorgeous tattoos, who can distinguish them from real clan warriors?

Ice Storm knows this better than any Turanian.

But she also had to admit that even if there was no essential difference in blood, the education they received since childhood was different, and the combat capabilities of grown-up rat people and clan warriors were vastly different.

The simplest thing is when she stares deeply at these seemingly strong guys, her eyes like ice picks gently poke their bodies.

They began to panic, their movements changed, and they made mistakes again and again.

The first three times she selected new recruits, she picked out a lot of tough, seemingly strong guys.

When training in person, the performance of these guys is barely satisfactory.

But on the competitive stage with real swords and guns, facing tens of thousands of clan warriors, the roars of the powerful spectators were loud.

These rat servants, who come from remote areas and have never seen so many clan masters in their lives, often collapse in an instant.

The same thing must never happen a fourth time.

She only has one last chance left.

Better soldiers must be selected.

But what kind of soldier is considered "better"?

Bing Storm frowned, silently thinking about this issue.

Suddenly, she stopped.

He looked at a rat boy on the edge of the training ground with some surprise.

Compared with those adult rat people who are tall and muscular, this boy is too thin.

Although if you look closely, you can see that his streamlined body and limbs are also covered with bundles of muscles like steel cables.

But because the hands and feet are too long, it still feels like they will break if you hold them lightly.

How could such a "skinny" young man pass through the layers of screening and survive from his hometown to Noire City, and then climb from the deepest part of the dungeon to the recruit training camp step by step?

And the boy's size wasn't what surprised Ice Storm.

she was surprised

"He actually fell asleep?" Ice Storm muttered to himself, somewhat unbelievable.

It is said that he is practicing hard day and night, but of course it is impossible to really not sleep.

But the place where the recruits slept was a smelly shack next to the training camp.

On the training ground, after at most a dozen or twenty sets of extremely difficult heavy-load training, there is a short rest period for a meal.

Moreover, there were deafening shouts, screams, and the collision of stone locks and stone axes all around, which was comparable to a real foundry.

Can he fall asleep in such an environment?

Ice Storm narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man carefully.

I saw that the young man's hands were covered with thick calluses, and the skin next to the calluses was rubbed and torn until it was dripping with blood.

It was obvious that he had just held a stone lock or a stone ax and had undergone extremely high-intensity training.

But there were no wounds on his body.

There were no scratches, bruises, falls, or wounds cut by sharp blades or barbs.

This is impossible.

At the recruit training camp, all rat people must receive the same training. The training content is modeled on how military nobles train clan warriors around ten years old.

No rat citizen can withstand such arduous training without leaving any scars on his body.

Judging from his even breathing and calm expression, this young man did not lie down due to exhaustion, but fell asleep on his own initiative.

It seems that the training content that is enough to make most rat people collapse mentally and die from exhaustion does not make him feel too painful and tired.

He's still doing it with ease!

Maybe Ice Storm's eyes are too sharp.

The boy's eyelids fluttered slightly in his sleep.

Before he opened his eyes, he wiped his hands under his legs and wiped out two bone blades as thin as cicada wings.

Both bone blades have no handles.

Clamped between two fingers, it is extremely difficult to be found.

Even Ice Storm might have missed this fatal move if he hadn't been observing the boy.
To be continued...