Chapter 1042: Get Off the Horse

Turan metal was hard to come by. The armor and s.h.i.+elds of the rat militia required a large amount of wood and stone materials to ensure their defense. At the same time, they were several times heavier than metal materials.

Even the rat soldiers who had received special training from Meng Chao stood there for a full hour. They were drenched in sweat and their legs were shaking. Many of them rolled their eyes and fell straight to the ground.

It was not until the twenty to thirty rat soldiers fell to the ground, and some of them were so stifled by the thick and heavy armor that they began to Twitch, that man Hammer finally arrived.

This warrior, who had the bloodline of a barbarian elephant and was the largest of the four aces of the Blood Skull Arena, had his hands behind his back, and his long nose, which was as swollen as a bone tumor at the end, slowly swung left and right, he swaggered to the front of the terrified rat militia.

I am man hammer. Some of you have heard of my name. Some of you have just been released from the dungeon not long ago. Maybe you dont know me. It doesnt matter. In the future training and battles, we will have plenty of opportunities to get to know each other well!

Man Hammer shouted at the top of his voice, his face full of fury, However, I know many of you. I know that you train in some unscrupulous and opportunistic ways. Under the leaders.h.i.+p of the ice storm, you were lucky enough to win a few battles, and yet you think that you are so great that you are the strongest servant in the b.l.o.o.d.y Skull Battle Group!

Of course, the ice storm is the trump card of the b.l.o.o.d.y Skull Battle Group. However, the battles in the arena are completely different from the real battlefield. If you want to continue to win victory and Glory in the five clanscompet.i.tion or even the Battle of Honor, then forget everything that the ice storm has taught you. I will not fall for that!

Next, I will let you know what real training is, and what kind of warriors are qualified to win glory for the ancestral spirits. They will even receive my blood and become official members of the Bloodhoof clan!

I will crush your flesh into mud and grind your bones into powder. Then, I will mix the flesh and bone powder together and cast you into a brand-new, Roaring Iron Man!

This is destined to be an exceptionally difficult path. If anyone can not withstand such a recasting, you can bring it up now. I will immediately enlist you into the ranks of the slave soldiers. I guarantee that in the first battle, you will be riddled with holes by hundreds of arrows. Then, you will be crushed into pieces by the iron hooves of your opponents. You will die a clean death. Then, you will no longer have to endure the pain that only a real tough man can endure.

Is there such a person? Is there such a person?

Man Hammer widened his eyes, which were bigger than the Fist of an ordinary ox-headed warrior, and stared at the rat militia fiercely.

The rat militia all gritted their teeth and did not say a word.

Very good. It seems that you are not as weak as I imagined. I Cant help but have a glimmer of hope that we will get along very well.

Hammer nodded in satisfaction. Do you understand what I said just now?

Yes!

Leaf led everyone and shouted in unison.

Hammer frowned deeply and shook his head disapprovingly. It seems that the ice storm is too indulgent with you. You Dont know the rules that the rat people should follow at all.

Remember, when a servant answers a warriors question, he must add the n.o.ble name of the warrior before and after. You must call me Lord Hammer. Do You F * cking understand?

Lord Hammer, I understand, Lord Hammer!

Speak louder. Look at how the Ice Storm has trained all of you. Youre so soft and listless. Are you not the proud orcs but the sneaky elves in the Twilight Forest? Speak Louder!

Lord Hammer, I understand, Lord Hammer!

Louder! I Cant hear you! Your roars are not as loud as the farts of the totem beasts! You are so listless! What right do you have to follow me to fight for Glory?

Lord Hammer, I understand, Lord Hammer!

Not Enough! Not Enough! Far from enough! Keep training! Keep roaring! Shout out all your anger and killing intent! Imagine that you are facing the d.a.m.n holy light humans, dwarves, and elves! Those who want to help the evil G.o.d of twilight destroy the world, tear them apart with your roars! Plant the flag of the Tulan warriors in every corner of the land of Holy Light! Let our world be filled with vitality and vitality forever!

Lord Wildhammer, I understand, Lord Wildhammer!

Lord Wildhammer, I understand, Lord Wildhammer!

Lord Wildhammer, I understand, Lord Wildhammer!

The rat militia shouted at the top of their lungs over and over again.

No one dared to stop without Wildhammers permission.

Wildhammers gaze was sharper than his fangs as he coldly swept his gaze over the faces of the rat militia.

He paused for an exceptionally long time on the faces of the first batch of thirty rat militia that Meng Chao had personally selected.

Finally, his footsteps came to a halt in front of Meng Chao.

He looked down from above like a huge mountain with huge eyes, staring unblinkingly at Meng Chao.

Meng Chao was the most standard standing posture of all the rat militia soldiers.

He was like a straight mandala tree, so standard that even man hammer could not find a single flaw in it.

Moreover, Meng Chao shouted again and again with full concentration.

Even Brute Hammers huge figure completely blocked his breathing s.p.a.ce. He did not stop or divert his attention. He continued to shout meticulously until he spat out blood.

Brute Hammer did not comment on Meng Chaos performance.

He stared at Meng Chao for a long time.

Suddenly, the biggest trump card of the b.l.o.o.d.y Skull Arena released a sharp killing intent. Like an invisible giant hammer, it smashed toward Meng Chaos head.

Meng Chao finally couldnt hold on any longer. He grunted, his face pale. He took half a step back and almost fell to the ground.

Naturally, he lost the rhythm of his shouting.

Man Hammer grinned.

He raised his Iron Fist and clenched it slightly, signaling the rat soldiers to stop shouting.

Lord Casa said that you are special, so I have to be careful.

Man Hammer said to Meng Chao, who was almost half his height, with a contemptuous look on his face, But, in my opinion, you are not special!

Meng Chao looked embarra.s.sed, as if he wanted to explain or refute.

However, he seemed to have been disturbed by man Hammers killing intent and hurt his internal organs. He could not make any sound for a moment.

In his desperation, he coughed loudly again and spat out more blood.

Man Hammers face was full of disgust. He turned to the side and let Meng Chao spit out more blood, he poked Meng Chaos chest with his long nose and said, Listen, you ugly black-haired ghost. I Dont care where you came from, and I dont care whether the blood flowing in your body is the blood of the ogres, the hill giants, or the deformed monsters in the abyss of Eternal Night. I Dont care what relations.h.i.+p you have with the ice storm.

After all, in my eyes, rats are rats. As long as you know how to obey the rules of the rats and obey the orders of your master, you will be a good rat. You will have a chance to survive. At the very least, you wont have to taste the whip or the iron.

However, if you are still concerned about the ice storm and dare to think that you are smart enough to play tricks right under my nose, I will be very interested to know what kind of screams a special person like you will make when the red-hot iron rod lashes you hard. Do you understand?

Man Hammer once again released a ferocious killing intent.

It was really like a tyrant mammoth condensed from totem power. It gushed out from his body and launched a War stompat Meng Chao.

Even the more than ten rat civil servants around Meng Chao were affected and groaned.

Meng Chaos face was Haggard. His lips trembled for a long time before he said with a hoa.r.s.e voice, Listen, I understand.

Huh?

Man Hammer raised his eyebrows and nose.

Lord Man Hammer, I understand, Lord Man Hammer.

Meng Chao seemed to have been scared out of his wits by man hammer. He lowered his head and said in a trembling voice, I understand..

Man Hammer was satisfied.

However, he was not going to let Meng Chao and all the rat soldiers off just like that.

Very good. Now, let me see how the Ice Storm has trained all of you!

Run!Man Hammer roared. Carry all your equipment and run around the training camp. Dont stop until your legs are broken and your heart and lungs are blown up, or until I tell you to stop. Run hard!

Under the supervision of Man Hammers house mouse soldiers, hundreds of rat soldiers who were originally part of the ice storm started running unsteadily.

Because they had just been fully armed for more than a quarter of an hour and had used up too much of their heart and lungs in the midst of their hysterical shouts.

As soon as they stepped onto the b.u.mpy track, which was filled with gravel, mud, pits, and even iron caltrops, someone immediately let out a m.u.f.fled groan.

The leather hanging ropes that tightened the armor and weapons were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of the rat militia soldiers. They swayed with every step, almost tearing apart their joints.

Leaf gritted her teeth and endured the intense pain as she caught up to Meng Chao.

Reaper, Are You Alright?He asked anxiously.

Of course Im not.

Meng Chaos face was still pale and his breathing was rapid. His footsteps were messy like the st.i.tching of a bull warrior, swaying like a withered leaf in a violent wind.

However, when he saw the rat youth catching up, he secretly blinked his eyes from an angle that man hammer could not see, You are right. This stupid elephant is indeed much worse than the ice storm. You have no idea how much effort I put in to resist the urge to beat him up right now. Im suffering from internal injuries!

Eh?

Leaf was dumbfounded again.

She observed Meng Chaos face carefully. There was no pain, frustration, or dejection on his face at all?

The rat teenager suddenly realized something. Reaper, you must have a comprehensive plan that can help us escape, right? What should we do next?

Nonsense. Of course, we should obey Lord Hammers command and run away. Do you want to fight your way out of the b.l.o.o.d.y Skull Arena and the entire black-corner city alone?

But, how long will this run last?

Dont worry. Hammer is just giving us a scare. He wont really run us to death. After all, the expedition is tomorrow, and we have already shown our excellent combat ability. If we run away like weaklings, how can we help him get more battle merits?

I see. Then what if we finish running? Will we have a chance to escape?

No, after we finish running, we still have an important thing to do.

What is it?

Of course its to eat. Were going on an expedition tomorrow, and hell definitely reward us today. Its a waste not to eat. Later, everyone will open their b.l.o.o.d.y mouths and eat a big meal for me!