Chapter 955: A Group of Cannon Fodder

In the evening, an old man came to the medicine boy's residence. Eight? One Chinese Network ＝≈≤≥≥≥

"Come out! Come out for me!"

The steward yelled.

As soon as the door opened, a group of herb-picking boys came out, and Tang Hao was caught among them.

"One hundred medicinal boys, all here! Elder, you can choose whatever you want!" The manager nodded and bowed, with a compliment on his face.

The old man put his hands behind his back and nodded indifferently.

Then, he glanced around in the crowd.

His eyes were cold, with a bit of austerity.

All the herb-picking boys sensed that something was wrong, and gradually became uneasy.

"You, you! And you..."

The old man raised his hand and nodded one by one, "All fifty of you, stand up for me."

Among the people he pointed out was Tang Hao.

"Amu, this is a terrible situation. We are going to be cannon fodder! We might lose our lives!" Lei Shou's face turned pale, and he trembled all over.

He was also tapped.

"This is...?" Tang Hao asked in a low voice.

"It must be a trial, but we are not participating, we are just training partners, if we are not careful, we will die!" Lei Shou trembled violently.

The others were similar, and some were paralyzed with fright, shouting: "I don't want it! I don't want it!"

"Hmph! Trash is trash, I don't even have the guts to do that! No wonder I can only be a drug-gathering boy!" The manager was annoyed, and cursed fiercely.

Seeing those people still not moving, with fierce faces on their faces, they rushed forward and slapped them a few times.

"A bunch of bastards, if you don't stand up for me, believe it or not, I will whip you dozens of whips right now!"

The steward slapped and scolded at the same time.

Among the ancient barbarians, the herb-picking boys are the most inferior people, no one looks down on them, and the clan doesn't regard these people as human beings.

Every time there is a trial, a group of them will be recruited to serve as cannon fodder and serve as training partners for those elites.

The lucky ones just lost their arms and legs, while the unlucky ones were directly slaughtered by those elites.

Seeing this, a group of herb-picking boys became even more frightened, and gathered together, shivering.

But Tang Hao's eyes lit up, the trials of the clan are usually held in the Holy Land.

"Great opportunity!"

Tang Hao's heart was burning. He was worried that he couldn't go in before, but now the opportunity came to him.

"That's right, it's a trial! And you are cannon fodder!" The old man said coldly, "However, if you can injure an elite during the trial, you will be rewarded, and you will no longer have to be a herb-picking boy." .”

The group of herbal picking boys were stunned, they were a little excited at first, but soon they became a little dispirited.

With them alone, how could it be possible to injure an elite? The difference in strength is too great.

"If you dare not go, you will be regarded as traitors and executed immediately!" the old man said again, his tone serious.

All the herb-picking boys were startled and fell silent.

"Come with me!"

The old man turned around and walked towards the Holy Land.

The herb-picking boys followed in a file, each with ashen faces.

Soon, they were taken to a temple outside the Holy Land.

"Tonight, you are resting here. At noon tomorrow, the trial will begin! These... are all your weapons, pick the one that is convenient for you!"

"Your opponents don't have weapons. Whether you can injure them or not depends on your ability. If you die, it's your bad luck and you have no one to blame."

After speaking, the old man turned and left.

When he reached the door, he turned around and said solemnly: "Don't try to escape, once you step out of here, you will be killed."

After he left, many herb-gathering boys sat down and murmured: "It's over!"

Some people scratched their heads and fell into despair.

Tang Hao was extremely relaxed. He even beat up the top geniuses of the Ninth Continent. How could he think of a group of geniuses from the ancient barbarians.

But when he thought of the identity he was playing now, he immediately squatted down and showed a look of despair.

"Damn it, it's dead anyway, I'm going to fight with them!"

Suddenly, he cursed angrily, stood up abruptly, and came to the weapon rack.

The other medicine picking boys were startled.

"That's right, fight them!" Lei Shou clenched his fists, his eyes burning with anger.

"That's right, fight!"

A few more people stood up and shouted angrily.

"How can you fight! Those are all elites, and we are all a bunch of useless people, and we may not be able to beat one out of ten." Some people said pessimistically.

Tang Hao swept his eyes and saw that there were all kinds of weapons on the shelf, and all of them were of good quality.

After choosing, he chose a bow, filled it with arrows, took a few spears, and carried them behind his back. Then, feeling that it was not enough, he went to get some more spears, and his back was full of spears.

He decided to play with the elite geniuses of the ancient barbarians first, and then steal fire.

His eyes were cold, with murderous intent flickering in his pupils.

The ancient barbarians tracked him down and caused him so much misery that he almost died. He had to avenge this revenge no matter what.

Lei Shou and the others followed suit, wearing weapons all over their bodies.

One night, the house was full of crying and crying.

At noon the next day, the old man came in and was taken aback when he saw Tang Hao and the others. Then, a sneer flashed across his face.

Are these boys really ready to do something big?

Ho! It's just a bunch of trash!

"The time is up, the trial is about to begin, follow me!"

The old man gave a deep drink, turned around and strode away.

"Go!" Tang Hao stood up and shouted.

"Fight with them!"

Lei Shou roared, extremely emotional, and he didn't know whether it was because of fear or excitement.

When I left the hall, I saw a lot of people gathered outside, nearly half of the clan members were present, but the patriarch and many elders were not there.

Near the cave, that is, at the entrance of the Holy Land, stood a group of young men, both men and women, all of them tall, burly, and dressed in animal robes.

"Haha! Look, that group of cannon fodder has come out! I don't know how many will die this time!"

"More than half of them died last time, so it's almost the same this time!"

There was a burst of laughter in the crowd, and everyone pointed at Tang Hao and the others.

The ancient barbarians admired the strong, and no one in the tribe looked down on such a weak person.

"Haha! There are still a few idiots!"

They pointed at Tang Hao and the others, and couldn't help laughing.

From the looks of those elites, there was also a look of sneer.

They are obviously just a bunch of cannon fodder, but they still want to struggle.

"Haha! How many idiots!"

"Yo! Isn't this Lei Mu, Lei Shou! You two idiots, what are you planning to do with your bow! You don't want to shoot me! Hahaha! If you really hit it, then hell!"

Several young people even laughed out loud.

Tang Hao swept his eyes and recognized these people.

These people are of the same generation as that Lei Mu, and they used to practice together.

"Do these first later!" Tang Hao leaned over and said to Lei Shou.

"Now, come in with me!"

The old man shouted and led the team into the cave.