Chapter 941: Little guy's exhibition game

"Mistakes again and again?"
Bing Storm thought to himself, given the mentality that the young man could fall asleep soundly in such a noisy environment, he was the least likely to make a mistake in the selection.
Things are getting more and more interesting.
Ice Storm pondered for a moment, and said, "I want fifty recruits to take a trip to the'Road of Glory', this, this, three over there, and the top five who are the most powerful at carrying stone locks, and this little guy. "
She nodded forty-nine seemingly strongest rat people in one breath.
Plus the thin guy.
The selected were all gearing up, extremely excited.
Although Ice Storm just lost a team battle of 100 people.
But the smaller the number of commanders, the more important the commander's personal bravery.
Everyone felt that even if Ice Storm was really not good at commanding thousands of troops, at least it would be more than enough to command thirty or fifty servants.
It couldn't be better to follow her now.
When the Battle of Glory really starts, as long as you survive a few battles, you will have the opportunity to gain more powerful strength, and even rush into the "Eternal Light of the Holy Light" to kill the Quartet.
Even if it is torn to pieces by the magic, isn't it more honorable than staying in the arena and being a prop?
Therefore, the selected rat people all have their chests folded, their muscles tightened, and they are determined and unyielding, looking at death as if they are home, and want to leave a deeper impression on the ice storm.
Of course, the forty-nine brawny men quickly discovered that there was an "alien" among them.
"How can this kid be qualified to join us in the selection of Lord Ice Storm?"
"Does he still dare to walk the path of glory? Isn't he afraid of falling again, falling into a pit, and being pierced with a hundred holes by a sharp blade?"
"Is it a mistake?"
"Boy, following Lord Ice Storm is a very dangerous thing. Only the strongest rat people are qualified to play for the trump card. You don't want your life, be careful to hurt us!"
The stubborn rat people, shaking their exaggerated muscles, said loudly to the young man who was preparing silently.
Rat people are discriminated against in Turan civilization.
Therefore, once there is an opportunity to discriminate against an existence that is weaker than them, they will never miss it.
Especially in the meaningful gazes of the clan warriors, these brave rats, who are eager to change their destiny, will not let go of any opportunity to show their "strength and courage".
The young man named "Leaf" turned a deaf ear and didn't even tremble his eyelashes.
He couldn't hear the ridicule of these guys.
Because his ears were blocked by the screams of the villagers and the roar of burning and collapsed houses when his home was destroyed.
Compared with the raging flames that burned the Mid-Levels Village, the ridicule of these insignificant strangers was nothing but the cool breeze in the summer afternoon.
Ye Zi took a deep breath, and then silently recanted Master Reaper's teachings several times in his mind.
Suddenly, I felt confident and full of fighting spirit.
In the brutal push of the strong men, he stood at the starting point of the "Road to Glory".
The so-called "Road to Glory" is the military aristocracy of Turan civilization, who has passed on training and testing methods for thousands of years.
On the 1,000-arm circular runway that surrounds the entire training camp, there are pits, slings, single trees, sharp-edged knife hills, roaring fire pools, etc., etc., and more than a dozen. Dozens of obstacles ranging from.
Half of the obstacles test agility.
Half of the obstacles test strength.
All obstacles will test the courage, wisdom and will of a Turan warrior.
According to legend, this is a sacred way to reach the holy mountain and meet the ancestor spirits.
Only true Turan warriors can cross the "Road to Glory"!
And the ridicule of the strong guys is not without reason.
In the past two days, seven gladiators have come to select recruits. Because of the relatively high demand, many times there is no way to select them carefully. They can only make a false finger and draw a circle to bring a large number of rat people, including the leaves. Circle in and test.
As a result, the teenagers who performed well in training were embarrassed as soon as they were on the "Road to Glory".
Falling from the iron rope, he almost fell into a pit full of sharp blades.
On another occasion, he simply retreated.
It's no wonder that these Ratmen warriors, who are eager to wash away the filthy blood with glory, despise this cowardly and incompetent boy.
But the ice storm froze the noise of the strong men of the rat people with a cold snort mixed with the cold wind.
"Let's start!" she said blankly.
Beep!
In the mouth of the disabled gladiator, a thin and curved bone whistle made a sharp whistle.
Fifty Shumin recruits pushed me and rushed out at the same time.
Although the first obstacle is still fifty arms away.
But the competition has started since they took the first step.
The circular track around the training camp is twenty to thirty arms wide.
But it was not enough to hold fifty brawny men, lined up and kept in step.
Who goes first and who goes first is very particular.
For some obstacles, such as a chain suspended in mid-air, it is more advantageous to climb up first, because the chain is at a standstill and will not be disturbed by external forces.
And if the second one climbs up, the chain may dangle, which is extremely difficult to grasp.
For other obstacles, if someone is willing to be a pioneer, others will have the opportunity to hide behind and pick up the bargain.
All of them stretched their arms and flexed their arms like crabs, trying to seize a favorable position, but pushed others into the most dangerous situation.
For a time, forty-nine big meat hills and a leaf were squeezed together.
Even Ice Storm had such a blink of an eye, unable to capture the thin young man.
The first obstacle is ahead.
Dozens of extremely sharp-edged rocks were blocked on the runway.
Each tester must pick up a rock, run at least fifty arms, and then pull the rock to a designated area outside the track.
The rocks are big and small, light and heavy, some are relatively regular in shape and easier to exert force, and some are like petrified hedgehogs.
Naturally, the victor of the "pushing war" just now, the rat people running in the front, have the opportunity to pick up the smallest, lightest, and most regular rocks.
A dozen of the strongest rat people quickly picked up the bargain.
The gaze of the ice storm searched inside the big Roshan that was smashing and bumping.
To everyone's surprise, Ye Zi was not the last one.
He didn't know what method he used, like a loach, squeezed out of the gap between Roshan, ranked in the top twenty, and jumped into the pile of rocks.
Moreover, he did not choose the lightest, smallest, and easiest stone left in the pile of rocks.
Instead, he asked for trouble and chose a strangely shaped stone with sharp edges that could easily tear flesh and blood.
"Look, what the is this stupid kid doing?"
"Did he get squeezed out of his head? He chose such a stone!"
"Be careful that the stone fell and cut your neck!"
Those rat folks who were not selected by the ice storm and could only watch, uttered a huge boo.
To the remaining forty-nine brawny men, they all had nothing to say, admitting that they were not as good as these stubborn guys.
But for Ye Zi to be selected to brave the "Road to Glory", they were 10,000 in dissatisfaction.
The complaints that dared not directly vent to Master Ice Storm poured out on Ye Ye.
The disabled gladiators who manage the training camp will not stop either.
The ridicule of the weak, and the praise of the strong, are the rights granted to the Turan by the ancestor spirit.
Even the lowly rat people have this right.
The ice storm shines.
"What a smart little guy!
"Now the fifty testers have not separated their distance, everyone is close at hand, and they can attack each other at any time.
"He is so thin, no matter what his real combat power, he must be a target that everyone is willing to bully.
"If he chooses the lightest, smallest, and most labor-saving piece of the remaining rocks, someone will definitely be jealous and come forward to interfere or even it.
"Although he is able to kill the looters out of the box, he will inevitably waste a lot of time and energy, which will affect the next test.
"Choosing this weird rock seems to be dizzy, very random or even wrong choice, but it avoids a lot of trouble, but can save a lot of time and energy!"
Sure enough, the two brawny rat people who followed the leaves had already tacitly attacked the young man from side to side.
But after discovering Ye Zi's "stupid" behavior, all hesitated.
It is not their goal to bring down the leaves.
Deep down, they didn’t regard Ye Zi as a real competitor,
I just want to find a suitable stone.
The two brawny rats looked at each other.
At the same time, he changed direction and rushed towards a square rock that seemed to be easy to carry away.
But Ye Ye steadily carried his own rock that nobody wanted.
The edge is extremely sharp, like a rock like a meteor hammer.
Ye Zi walked very slowly, even with a sense of carelessness. He didn't mind at all, one after another, the strong man of the rat people stumbled over him.
He quickly fell to more than thirty.
Behind him, there are only idiots who are fighting together to fight for the rock to take advantage of.
But he still didn't mean to accelerate.
But according to his own rhythm, unswervingly take one step, another step, and another step.
It seemed that he had never thought about competing for the top few.
The onlookers, including the two disabled gladiators who managed the training camp, also believed that as long as this thin young man could barely climb the "Road of Glory", it would be a miracle, enough to wash away his "cowardice and incompetence". "The shame.
Ice storm's eyes are getting sharper and sharper.
She stared at the boy's nose and chest.
It was found that Ye Ye's nostrils had not expanded, his cheeks had not been flushed at all, and his chest was even more calm as a frozen lake.
"Stable, amazingly stable!
"While others are bloody, fangs and claws, yelling wildly, he is still accurately assigning physical strength and controlling the rhythm.
"Overcoming the first obstacle, he didn't consume even a little finger's physical strength at all. The real good show is yet to come!"
Ice storm is getting more and more curious.
Who is the adult behind this childish little guy?
Who is it that will teach a Scavenger boy a skill that none of these clan warriors have necessarily mastered?