"Continuous mistakes?"
Hailstorm thought to herself. Considering that the young man could sleep soundly in such a noisy environment, it was impossible for him to make mistakes in the selection.
Things were getting more and more interesting.
Hailstorm pondered for a moment and said, "I want 50 new soldiers to go on the Path of Glory. This one, this one, those three over there, the top five who are the best at carrying stone locks, and this little guy."
She picked out forty-nine of the seemingly strongest rat people in one go.
Not to mention the skinny little fellow.
All the chosen rubbed their fists and palms together in excitement.
Although Hailstorm had just lost a team battle of 100 people.
But the fewer the number of people, the more important the commander's personal strength was.
Everyone felt that even if Hailstorm was not good at commanding thousands of troops, she was at least capable of commanding 30 to 50 servant soldiers.
It was the perfect time to follow her.
When the Battle of Glory started, as long as they survived a few battles, they would have the opportunity to gain more power and even rush into the Land Eternally Illuminated by the Holy Light and kill everyone.
Even if they were torn to pieces by the damn magic, wouldn't it be more glorious than staying in the arena and becoming a tool?
Therefore, the selected rat people all puffed out their chests and folded their bellies, tightened their muscles, and pretended to be unyielding and unafraid of death, hoping to leave a deeper impression on the Ice Storm.
Of course, the 49 strong and stocky men soon found that there was an "alien" among them.
"How can this kid be qualified to participate in the selection with us, Hailstorm?"
"Does he still dare to go on the Path of Glory? Isn't he afraid of falling into a pit again and being stabbed a hundred times by sharp blades?"
"Is there a mistake?"
"Kid, following Hailstorm is a very dangerous thing. Only the strongest rat people are qualified to serve the trump card. If you don't want to die, be careful not to drag us down!"
The strong and stocky rat people said loudly to the young man, who was silently preparing, while shaking their exaggerated muscles.
The rat people were discriminated against in the Turan civilization.
Therefore, once there was a chance to discriminate against those who were weaker than them, they would never miss it.
Especially under the meaningful gaze of the clan warriors, these strong rat people who were eager to change their fate would not let go of any opportunity to show their "courage".
The youth named "Ye", however, turned a deaf ear to it. Not even his eyelashes trembled.
He couldn't hear their taunts.
This was because his ears had been blocked by the screams of his fellow villagers when their homes were destroyed, and the roars of the houses burning and collapsing.
Compared to the raging flames that burned the Half-Mountain Village, the mockery of these insignificant strangers was nothing more than the cool breeze of a summer afternoon.
Ye took a deep breath and repeated the Lord Reaper's teachings a few times in his mind.
In an instant, he felt a surge of confidence and fighting spirit.
Pushed by the muscular men with ill intentions, he stood at the beginning of the Path of Glory.
The so-called 'Path of Glory' was a training and test method passed down by the military nobles of the Turan civilization for a thousand years.
On the thousand-arm circular track that circled around the entire training camp, there were pits, suspenders, logs, mountains full of sharp blades, burning pools of fire, and so on. There were a dozen to dozens of obstacles of different sizes.
Half of the obstacles test agility.
Half of the obstacles test strength.
All the obstacles tested the courage, wisdom, and will of a Turan warrior.
According to the legends, this was a sacred path that led straight to the Sacred Mountain and met the spirits of the ancestors.
Only a real Turan warrior could pass the Path of Glory!
The rat men's mockery wasn't without reason.
In the past two days, seven gladiators had come to select new soldiers. Because of the high demand, they couldn't select carefully most of the time. They could only draw a circle in the air and surround a large number of rat men, including Ye, for the test.
As a result, the young man who performed well in the training showed all sorts of ugly behaviors the moment he set foot on the Path of Glory.
He fell from the iron chains and almost fell into a pit full of sharp blades.
There was even one time when he decided to retreat.
No wonder the rat men, who longed for glory to wash away their filthy blood, despised the cowardly and useless young man.
The Ice Storm, however, froze the rat men's chatter with a cold snort mixed with the cold wind.
"Let's begin!" she said expressionlessly.
Beep!
In the mouth of the disabled gladiator, a thin and curved bone whistle emitted a sharp, ear-piercing sound.
The fifty rat men pushed and shoved each other and rushed out at the same time.
Although the first obstacle was still fifty arms away.
The competition had already begun from the moment they took the first step.
The circular track around the training camp was twenty to thirty arms wide.
However, it wasn't enough to accommodate fifty strong men who lined up and ran side by side.
Who went first was very particular.
For some obstacles, such as the iron chains hanging in the air, it was more advantageous to be the first to climb up. This was because the iron chains were in a stationary state and wouldn't be disturbed by external forces.
If the second person climbed up, the iron chains might sway and be extremely difficult to control.
For other obstacles, if someone was willing to be the first to open the path, others would have the opportunity to hide behind and take advantage of the situation.
Everyone raised their arms and stood up like crabs, trying to seize an advantageous position but pushing others into the most dangerous situation.
For a moment, a total of forty-nine mountains of flesh and Ye were squeezed together.
Even the Ice Storm couldn't catch the thin young man's figure in the blink of an eye.
The first obstacle was in front of them.
The track was blocked by dozens of rocks with extremely sharp edges.
Every contestant had to pick up a rock and run at least fifty arms away. Then, they would accurately throw the rock to the designated area outside the track.
Some rocks were big, some were small, some were light, and some were heavy. Some had relatively regular shapes and were easier to exert force on, while others were like petrified porcupines.
Naturally, the winner of the "pushing battle" just now, the rat men who ran at the front, had the opportunity to pick up the smallest, lightest, and most regular rocks.
More than ten of the strongest rat men quickly picked up the advantage.
The Ice Storm's gaze, however, was searching through the mountains of flesh that were crashing around.
To everyone's surprise, Yezi wasn't the last one.
Using some unknown method, he squeezed out from the cracks of the mountains of flesh like a loach. He was in the top twenty and jumped into the pile of rocks.
Moreover, he didn't choose the lightest, smallest, and easiest rock among the remaining rocks.
Instead, he asked for trouble by choosing a strangely shaped rock with sharp edges that could easily tear flesh.
"Look, what is this silly kid doing?"
"Did he lose his mind from all the squeezing? He actually chose such a rock!"
"Be careful, the rock might fall and cut your neck!"
The rat men who weren't chosen by the Ice Storm and could only watch from the sidelines booed loudly.
They had nothing to say to the other forty-nine burly men. They admitted that they were not as strong as these burly fellows.
However, they couldn't accept the fact that Ye was chosen to brave the "Path of Glory".
They didn't dare to directly vent their anger on Lord Ice Storm, so they vented it on Ye.
The disabled gladiator who managed the training camp didn't stop them either.
Mocking the weak was the same as praising the strong. It was a right given to the Turanians by the ancestral spirits.
Even the lowly rat men had this right.
The Ice Storm's eyes lit up.
"What a smart kid!
"Right now, the fifty contestants haven't distanced themselves from each other. Everyone is very close and can attack each other at any time.
"He's so skinny. No matter how strong he is, he will definitely be a target that everyone will be happy to bully.
"If he chooses the lightest, smallest, and easiest rock among the remaining rocks, there will definitely be people who will be jealous and come forward to interfere or even snatch it.
"Although he will most likely be able to kill the snatcher, he will definitely waste a lot of time and energy, which will affect the subsequent tests.
"Choosing this strangely shaped rock might seem like a very random, or even wrong, choice, but it will avoid a lot of trouble. Instead, it will save a lot of time and energy!"
As expected, the two burly rat men who followed Ye had a tacit agreement to attack the youth from the left and right.
However, when they noticed Ye's "foolish" behavior, they hesitated for a moment.
Defeating Ye wasn't their goal.
Deep in their hearts, they didn't treat Ye as a true competitor.
They only wanted to pick up a suitable rock.
The two burly rat men looked at each other.
At the same time, they changed their direction and pounced toward a squarish rock that seemed easy to carry away.
However, Ye steadily carried the rock that no one wanted on his shoulder.
The edge of the rock was extremely sharp, and it looked like a meteor hammer.
Ye walked very slowly. In fact, he didn't even seem to be in a hurry. He didn't mind that one burly rat man after another stumbled past him.
He soon fell to the thirties.
Behind him were the idiots who were fighting over the rocks that were convenient for them.
However, he still didn't show any intention of speeding up.
Instead, he followed his own rhythm and took one step after another without wavering.
It seemed like he didn't want to fight for the top few places at all.
The surrounding rat men, including the two disabled gladiators who managed the training camp, also thought that it would be a miracle if this skinny youth could barely crawl through the Path of Glory. It would be enough to wash away the shame of being "cowardly and incompetent".
However, Hailstorm's gaze became sharper and sharper.
She stared at the youth's nose and chest.
She discovered that Ye's nostrils didn't expand, and his cheeks weren't flushed at all. His chest was as calm as a frozen lake.
"Stable, shockingly stable!
"While other people are pumping their blood, brandishing their claws, and roaring, he's still accurately distributing his energy and controlling his rhythm.
"He didn't even use a finger's energy to pass the first obstacle. The real show is yet to come!"
Hailstorm became more and more curious.
Who exactly is the adult behind this childish little guy?
Who would teach a rat man skills that even the warriors of the clan might not be able to master?
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