Turanze metal was hard to come by, and the armor and shields of the rat people were made of a lot of wood and stone. While ensuring their defense, they were also several times heavier than metal.
Even the rat people servant soldiers who had received Meng Chao's special force execution training were drenched in sweat after standing for a full fifteen minutes. Their legs swayed, and many of their eyes rolled back before they fell to the ground with their backs straight.
When around thirty rat people fell to the ground, and some of them were so suffocated by the thick and heavy armor that they started convulsing, Man Hammer finally arrived.
This warrior, who had the bloodline of a wild elephant and was the largest among the four aces of Blood Skull Coliseum, had his hands behind his back. The end of his long nose had swelled up to the point that it looked like a bone tumor. He swung it around slowly and swaggered in front of the fearful rat people.
"I am Man Hammer. Some of you have heard of my name before, and some of you have just been released from the dungeon. You might not know me yet, but that's fine. In the future, we will have plenty of chances to get to know each other during our training and battles!"
Man Hammer shouted at the top of his voice with a murderous look on his face. "But I know a lot of you. I know that you use some shady and opportunistic methods to train. Under Hailstorm's lead, you managed to win a few battles by sheer luck, and now, you think that you're great and that you're the strongest servant soldiers in Blood Skull Gang!
"Of course, Hailstorm is the trump card of the Blood Skull Crew, but a battle on the arena and a real battlefield are two different things. If you want to continue obtaining victory and glory in the 'Five Clans Tournament' or even the 'Battle of Glory', then immediately forget everything that Hailstorm taught you. I won't fall for that!
"Next, I will let you know what real training is. I will show you what kind of warriors have the right to obtain glory for our ancestral spirits. In fact, you will even receive my blood and become official members of Blood Hoof Tribe!
"I will grind your flesh and blood into mud, grind your bones into powder, and then mix the meat and bone powder together, casting a brand new, howling iron man!
"This is destined to be an extremely difficult path. If anyone can't bear this kind of recasting, you can tell me now. I will immediately put you into the army of slave soldiers. I can guarantee that in the first battle, you will be shot full of holes by hundreds of arrows, and then crushed into pieces by the enemy's iron hooves. Then, you won't have to bear the pain that only real tough men can bear.
"Is there such a person? Is there?"
Wildhammer widened his eyes, which were even larger than the fists of ordinary ox-head warriors, and glared fiercely at the rat men.
The ratfolk soldiers all gritted their teeth, not saying a word.
"Very well, it seems like you guys aren't as weak as I thought. I can't help but fantasize that we will get along very well."
Man's Hammer nodded in satisfaction. "Did you understand what I said just now?"
"Understood!"
Leading everybody, Leaf shouted at the same time.
Frowning deeply, Man's Hammer shook his head disapprovingly. "It seems that Ice Storm has been too lenient with you. You don't know the rules that the rat men should abide by at all.
"Remember, when a slave soldier answers a warrior's question, you must add the honorable name of the warrior. You must call me 'Lord Wildhammer'. Do you f * cking understand?"
"Lord Wildhammer, yes, Lord Wildhammer!"
"Louder! Look at what the Ice Storm has trained you into. You are so soft and spiritless. Are you not proud orcs but the sneaky elves in the Twilight Forest? Louder!"
"Lord Wildhammer, yes, Lord Wildhammer!"
"Louder! I can't hear you. Your roars are not even louder than the farts of the totem beasts. Why are you so lethargic? Are you qualified to fight for glory with me?"
"Lord Wildhammer, yes, Lord Wildhammer!"
"Not enough. Far from enough. Keep training. Keep roaring. Roar with all your anger and killing intent. Imagine that you are facing the wretched Holy Light humans, dwarves, and elves who are helping the evil god of Twilight destroy the world. Use your roars to tear them apart. Raise the flag of the warriors of Tulan in every corner of the Land of Holy Light so that our world will be full of vigor and vitality forever!"
"Lord Wildhammer, yes, Lord Wildhammer!"
"Lord Wildhammer, yes, Lord Wildhammer!"
"Lord Wildhammer, yes, Lord Wildhammer!"
The ratfolk soldiers shouted again and again at the top of their lungs.
Without Wildhammer's permission, nobody dared to stop.
Wildhammer's eyes were even sharper than his fangs. He glanced at the rat men coldly.
His eyes lingered for a long time on the faces of the first batch of thirty slave soldiers that Meng Chao had personally selected.
In the end, he stopped in front of Meng Chao.
He looked down at Meng Chao like a mountain that had grown a huge eye. He stared at Meng Chao without blinking.
Meng Chao's standing posture was the most standard among all the rat men.
He was like a straight Mandala tree. Even Wildhammer could not find a single flaw in his posture.
Besides, Meng Chao was shouting again and again with full focus.
Even when Wildhammer's huge figure completely covered his breathing space, he did not stop or get distracted. He continued shouting meticulously until he coughed up blood.
Wildhammer did not comment on Meng Chao's performance.
He stared at Meng Chao for a long time.
Suddenly, the biggest trump card in Blood Skull Arena released a fierce killing intent. It was like an invisible hammer that went straight for Meng Chao's head.
Meng Chao finally could not hold on anymore. He grunted, and his face turned stark pale. He took half a step back, and his legs nearly gave way. He fell to the ground.
This naturally messed up the rhythm of the shouting.
Wildhammer grinned.
He raised his fist and clenched it lightly to signal the rat men to stop shouting.
"I heard from Sir Casafa that you're a little special, and he told me to be careful."
Wildhammer's face was full of disdain. He said to Meng Chao, who was half his height. "But to me, you're nothing special!"
Meng Chao had an awkward expression, as if he wanted to defend himself or retort.
But Wildhammer's killing intent seemed to have messed up his rhythm, and his lungs were injured. For a period of time, he could not make a sound.
In a hurry, he coughed loudly again and coughed up more blood.
Wildhammer's face was full of disgust. He turned his body to the side to avoid Meng Chao's blood. He used his long nose to poke Meng Chao's chest. "Listen up, black-haired, ugly bastard. I don't care where you came from, and I don't care whether you have the blood of ogres, mountain giants, or those deformed monsters in Eternal Night Abyss flowing in your body. I don't care what your relationship with the ice storm is either.
"In any case, in my eyes, a rat man is a rat man. As long as you know how to abide by the rat men's rules and obey your master's orders, you'll be a good rat man. You'll have a chance to live. At the very least, you won't have to taste whips and branding irons.
"But if you're still thinking about the ice storm and think that you're smart enough to play tricks under my nose, then I'm very interested to know just what sort of screams a special person like you will let out when a burning iron rod strikes your body. Do you understand?"
Wildhammer released a fierce, murderous aura again.
It was as if a Tyrant Mammoth was formed by totem power gushed out of his body and used War Stomp on Meng Chao.
Even the dozen rat men around Meng Chao were affected. They grunted.
Meng Chao's face was haggard. His lips trembled for a long time before he said hoarsely, "I-I understand."
"Hmm?"
Wildhammer raised his eyebrows and nose.
"Sir Wildhammer, I understand. Sir Wildhammer."
Meng Chao looked as if he had been completely scared out of his wits by Wildhammer. He lowered his head and spoke with a quivering voice.
Wildhammer was satisfied.
But he did not intend to let Meng Chao and all the rat men off just like that.
"Very good. Now, let me see just how far the ice storm has trained you!"
Wildhammer shouted. "Carry all your equipment and run around the training camp. Run until your legs break and your lungs explode, or until I tell you to stop. Don't stop! Run as hard as you can!"
Under the supervision of Wildhammer's rat bodyguards, hundreds of rat men who originally belonged to the ice storm started running while swaying.
Due to the fact that he had been fully armed for more than a quarter of an hour and the hysterical shouts, he had exhausted too much of his heart and lungs' strength.
Right when they stepped on the bumpy track that was covered in shattered stones, mud, pits, and even iron spikes, someone immediately grunted.
The leather ropes that fastened their armor and weapons were embedded deep into the rat men's flesh. Every time they ran, they swayed, and their joints were about to be torn apart.
Leaf gritted his teeth and endured the pain while he caught up to Meng Chao.
"Harvester, are you alright?" he asked anxiously.
"Of course I am."
Meng Chao's face was still stark pale, and his breathing was rapid. His footsteps were so disorderly that they looked like they were stitched up by a minotaur warrior. He swayed like a withered leaf in a violent gust of wind.
But when he saw the rat man catch up to him, he blinked at him from an angle that Wildhammer could not see. "You're right. This stupid elephant is indeed much weaker than the ice storm. You don't know how much effort I had to put in to resist the urge to beat him up. I practically suffered internal injuries from holding back!"
"Huh?"
Leaf was dumbfounded again.
He observed Meng Chao's face carefully. There was no pain, dejection, or dejection on his face.
The rat man came to a realization. "Harvester, you definitely have a comprehensive plan that can help us escape, right? What should we do next?"
"Duh. Of course we should listen to Sir Wildhammer's orders and run. Do you want to slaughter your way out of Blood Skull Coliseum and Black Corner City alone?"
"But how long are we going to run for?"
"Don't worry. Wildhammer is just trying to intimidate us. He won't really kill us. After all, we're going to war tomorrow, and we've already shown extraordinary fighting strength. If we run like cowards, how are we supposed to help him get more points?"
"I see. Then what happens when we're done running? Will we have a chance to escape?"
"No, when we're done running, we still have something important to do."
"What is it?"
"Of course it's to eat. We're going to war tomorrow, so he's definitely going to reward us today. If we don't eat, it'll be a waste. Later, everyone, open your mouths and eat to your heart's content!"
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