Chapter 940

The boot camp in the Bloodskull Arena is another kind of foundry.

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

After being screened layer by layer, the rat people who can climb to the ground and join the boot camp have all become the best "steel billets".

Here they can enjoy ten times more food than in the depths of the dungeon.

It is also possible to apply a secret medicine with totem beast ointment added.

Not only can it speed up the healing of wounds, but it can also make the bones as steel as iron, and the flesh as tough as a shield covered with leather.

Afterwards, they devoted themselves to brutal training day and night.

Repeatedly lift stone locks weighing hundreds of catties; launch the most ferocious impact on the iron wall stained with blood; walk through red-hot iron chains, and under the iron chains are traps full of sharp blades; climb over barbs If you are not careful, you will be pierced into the flesh by the barb, and will be tightly wrapped by the fishing net...

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

The stature of many rat people is no different from that of clan warriors, or even stronger than clan warriors.

It's just that they are not qualified to get gorgeous tattoos that represent the blood of the family and the glorious deeds of their ancestors.

But stored in the depths of the bone marrow, in addition to the mandala fruit, the power that can only be accumulated by devouring a large amount of totem beast flesh and blood since childhood is far inferior.

Many rat people who are strong outside but capable in the middle can't bear such high-intensity training.

Or the stone lock came out of his hand and hit the instep, smashing the bones of the foot.

Or in the process of colliding with the copper wall and the iron wall, he hit himself until his head was broken, his tendons were broken, and his bones were broken.

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

Others were too late to untie the fishing nets full of barbs, their main arteries were torn, blood was sprayed to the height of three or five arms, and they lost too much blood and died.

These people are like leftovers from the forging of weapons.

He was quickly dragged away by the expressionless mousemen.

Drag it to the Colosseum full of totem beasts.

Immediately there will be more rat people recruits, replenished 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 trump card of the blood skull arena, although he lost three consecutive team battles, he was always judged to lose by the adjudicator. He was never really defeated by the opponent. loss.

Even, because the opponent has a lot of people, and she is defeated in the end, often only a single-handed horse is left.

She was so angry that she also performed the feat of "one ride as a thousand", and dedicated a wonderful show to the audience.

When she summoned the "Mithril Ripper" and set off a stormy wave formed by condensed frost, flying hundreds of Rat Minion servants out at once, 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 People recruits cheered up again.

They bared their teeth and claws, screaming strangely again and again, trying to make themselves appear more ferocious.

The two disabled gladiators who were in charge of training the recruits also stepped forward quickly and greeted the ice storm with smiles.

There was no smile on Ice Storm's face.

She always suspected that Kasava had made a move.

In the first three times when she selected recruits, she did not select the best recruits.

This time, we must keep our eyes wide open and search carefully.

Ice Storm carried his hands on his back, wagging his tail, and passed through the middle of the training ground.

On the contrary, I also found a few burly and powerful guys.

——Many clan warriors born in military aristocratic families will also be exiled and become rat people because of family struggles and failures in battle. They have to intermarry with other rat people.

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

The so-called "vile blood" and "glorious blood" are not fundamentally different.

If these thick-backed guys can devour a large amount of totem beast flesh and blood since they were young, and then wear gorgeous tattoos, who can distinguish them from the real clan warriors?

Ice Storm knows this better than any Turan.

But she also had to admit that even if there was no fundamental difference in blood, and the education they had received since childhood was different, the combat effectiveness of the grown-up Rat People and clan warriors was vastly different.

The simplest, when she stared deeply at these seemingly strong guys, her eyes like icicles gently poked their bodies.

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

When selecting recruits for the first three times, she picked out a lot of strong-backed and seemingly strong guys.

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

But when it comes to the arena with real swords and guns, facing tens of thousands of clan warriors, the powerful onlookers roared loudly.

These rat people servants who came from the backcountry and had never seen so many clan lords in their life often collapsed at once.

The same thing must never happen again for the fourth time.

She only has one last chance left.

Better soldiers must be picked.

But what kind of soldier is considered "better"?

Ice Storm frowned, silently thinking about this question.

Suddenly, she stopped.

He looked at a young rat man on the side of the training ground with some surprise.

Compared with those tall and muscular adult rat people, this boy was too thin.

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

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

How could such an "extremely thin" boy pass through layers of screening, live from his hometown to Blackhorn City, and climb from the deepest part of the dungeon to the recruit training camp step by step?

And the boy's size was not the reason why Ice Storm was surprised.

To her surprise—

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

It is said that it is hard training day and night, of course it is impossible not to sleep.

But where the recruits slept, next to the training camp, was a stinking shack.

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

And there are deafening shouts, screams, and the collision of stone locks and stone axes all around, comparable to a real foundry.

Can he fall asleep in such an environment?

Ice Storm narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy seriously.

Seeing that the teenager's hands were covered with thick calluses, the skin next to the calluses was rubbed and torn so that it was dripping with blood.

Obviously, he had just held a stone lock or a stone ax and had undergone super-intensive training.

But there were no scars on his body.

No bruises, bruises, falls, or cuts from sharp knives or barbs.

This is impossible.

When it came to the boot camp, all the Ratmen had to receive the same training, and the training content was formulated in the same way that military nobles trained clan warriors who were about ten years old.

None of the Rat People could withstand such arduous training without leaving any scars on their bodies.

Judging from his even breathing and peaceful expression, the boy didn't lie down tired, but fell asleep on his own initiative.

It seemed that the training content, which was enough to make most of the Ratmen collapse and exhausted, did not make him feel too painful and tired.

He's more than capable!

Perhaps Ice Storm's eyes were 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's wings.

Neither bone blade has a handle.

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

Even Ice Storm, if he hadn't been observing the boy all the time, he might have missed this deadly move.

"What a brilliant knife hiding technique!"

Ice Storm became more and more surprised, "This is a superb skill that can only be mastered by clan warriors who are used to killing. Where did a mere rat boy learn such a skill!"

Ice Storm could feel that the Rat Man boy had woken up.

But he didn't open his eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.

The flesh and blood all over his body is like a winch wrapped around a cable, which is tightened little by little, ready to escape, defend and attack at any time.

Ice Storm withdrew his gaze, passed the boy, and continued to walk forward.

She could feel the boy's breath of relief.

And behind her, he opened his eyes slightly and watched her secretly.

"Bold brat."

Ice Storm smiled slightly in his heart, and asked the disabled gladiator in charge of the training camp, "The little guy just now has long hands and long feet, and looks a little thin. Did he just crawl out of the dungeon? How is he doing?"

The disabled gladiator was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect Ice Storm to take a fancy to this thin boy.

He didn't dare to offend the trump card of the Blood Skull Arena, and hurriedly said, "I just climbed up the day before yesterday. I heard that it performed well underground, and it was ruthless enough. Every time it came to a new cage, it would sneak up on the strongest and most powerful Guy, it shocked everyone else at once.

"But after getting up on the ground and coming to the training camp, the performance was...okay, no ups and downs, nothing special."

"nothing special?"

Ice Storm froze for a moment.

According to her observation, this boy was the most special ratman she had ever seen in the Bloodhead Arena.

After thinking for a while, she asked, "In two days, many gladiators should have come here to select servants, but didn't they choose him?"

"Choose him?"

The disabled gladiator said, "It's strange to say that although this kid's usual training is not very good, it's not so bad that he needs to be whipped. All the training content can be barely completed at the last moment.

"But every time a gladiator came to select servants, everyone cheered up and performed desperately, but he was in a hurry and made mistakes again and again. Once he fell off the iron chain and almost fell into a pit full of sharp blades. His face was pale and he was trembling.

"It seems that the spirit is too weak to withstand the pressure.

"Combined with such a thin and weak appearance, how can a gladiator waste a precious spot and choose him as a servant?"