Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

"Vaughn, what do you think Lord Pierce wants us to do?" Dave kept turning his head to talk to Vaughn while running forward.

Vaughn's lung capacity was not as strong as his. He rolled his eyes and couldn't answer his questions.

Following closely behind Vaughn was a young man named Tommy, who was one of the few people who didn't join in the fun when Vaughn and Dave were excluded.

After Wayne, the leader of the trouble, was punished on the spot by the lord, several young people led by Tommy took the initiative to show goodwill to the two orcs and invited them to join their young group.

Tommy ran as hard as Vaughn, but he was naturally extroverted and talkative. Despite the difficulty, he still talked to Dave through Vaughn.

"Huh! Just keep making us run...Huh! Keep running...Could it be...Huh, the Lord hopes...Huh! We will run away when we meet the enemy...Huh!?"

Duff immediately slowed down upon hearing this, turned his head again, and grinned.

"I have been in the militia for a week, running every day, and my feet are covered with calluses."

"Why don't you two go get a pair of boots? Lord Pierce clearly said that everyone can get a set of uniforms..."

"Oh, we are different from you. We are used to walking barefoot. I am afraid that wearing boots will not cause calluses, but blood blisters..."

As soon as Dafu finished speaking, a cobblestone the size of a pigeon egg flew from a distance and hit his forehead with a bang. The force was very moderate, and there was no bleeding, but a bruise instantly swelled up.

Vaughn was startled, and secretly turned his head to look, and found that Lord Pierce was standing on a platform built on a wooden frame, holding a leather rope in his hand.

He almost forgot that Lord Pierce was also good at throwing ropes and stones.

"If you don't run seriously, everyone will be hit on the head!" The cold voice sounded.

Everyone immediately straightened their chests and kept silent, and ran faster.

After finally completing the scheduled ten laps, the entire militia team was exhausted.

A few members with poor endurance couldn't hold on and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Immediately, several stones flew over and hit the soft flesh around their waists, causing them to bounce up on the spot like frogs in pain.

"Stay standing and rest for five minutes."

Vaughn tilted his head and secretly looked at the militia members with poor strength, and couldn't help but feel disdain in his heart.

With this level of strength, they still want to become militia and serve Lord Harvey.

When selecting suitable candidates, more than 80 people met the basic requirements, but Lord Pierce had said that everyone could only be considered as reserve members. After a month of training, some people would be eliminated.

Vaughn was determined that he would never give up the opportunity to serve Lord Harvey even if he gritted his teeth and persisted until his death.

When he heard Lord Pierce announce that after becoming a reserve member, he could get a full set of militia uniforms for free. During the period of loyalty to the lord, he could not only get free food, but also receive an extra monthly... military pay.

Although he didn't know how much the military pay was, when a brand new pure black thick cotton uniform and a pair of shiny deerskin boots were placed in front of him, Vaughn couldn't help but grin and giggle.

He had never worn such good things that could be called clothes in his life.

Most of the time, he and Duff wore a greasy and dirty leather belt around their waists, walked around with their upper bodies naked and barefoot.

When trying on clothes, both of them hurried to the river and scrubbed for half an hour, even picking the mud off their feet carefully before they were willing to put on their new uniforms.

But after that, Vaughn was still reluctant to put on his new uniforms and leather boots for fear that they would be worn out. Pierce beat them hard with a few sticks, but found that they would rather be beaten than wear clothes and boots.

In the end, they had no choice but to let them continue to go barefoot, but they were strictly ordered to wear uniforms.

"Break! All stand at attention, five people in a row, standing training!"

At Pierce's command, the crooked team immediately gathered in line like a conditioned reflex, everyone raised their heads, put their hands vertically on both sides of their thighs, and straightened their backs.

Vaughn only persisted for half an hour, and he felt unbearable pain, which felt more difficult than running ten laps just now, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, even if the sweat slid down his forehead into his eyes, he stared with red eyes and did not move.

While Pierce was avoiding the sun and walking to the rest area with a roof a little further away.

Duff, who was standing in front of him, couldn't help but relax quietly and was about to turn around to chat with him.

"Ah!"

A flying stone arrived late, and Vaughn didn't even need to look to think that Duff should have two bumps on his head now.

Does Lord Pierce have eyes on his back?

After another fifteen minutes, some people in the team began to stagger, but no one could hold on and fall down.

Everyone knew that as long as all the team members stood for an hour, in addition to barley bread and broth, there would be an extra roasted pork chop for lunch today.

No one wanted to be the unlucky guy who dragged the team down and made the whole team members not have pork chops for lunch.

After all, everyone ate and lived in a large bunk bed room like a warehouse for a month. If someone hated you for dragging your feet, you might get a beating after the lights were turned off at night.

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Vaughn just didn't understand why the lord asked them to train these things. Could they beat the evil orcs one-on-one just by running and standing?

In the first week, some people started to complain, but after being easily taught a lesson by Lord Pierce, no one questioned the content of these trainings anymore.

After all, it is the most realistic to eat soft bread, hot broth, and fragrant barbecue every day.

After an hour of standing training, Pierce asked everyone to relax and rest for five minutes as usual.

This time, no one dared to sit on the ground with their legs crossed. They all bent over and rubbed their sore and numb legs.

"Attention everyone! Ten people in a team, run to the cafeteria!"

Everyone was refreshed and immediately completed the required queue with their chests held high. The person at the front of the team even whispered a head start. Everyone shouted slogans and trotted towards the cafeteria in an orderly manner.

Vaughn couldn't help but recall the chaotic scene at the beginning of the training. When Lord Pierce shouted for dinner, everyone cheered and scattered, and then rushed to the cafeteria in a mess.

Of course, everyone was hungry as they wished, which was the price of not following orders.

So now, as long as Lord Pierce's order is not heard, no one dares to chew even if the barbecue is forced into everyone's mouth.

But the swallowing sound from time to time in the team still occasionally overwhelms the loud slogans.

"Be loyal to the lord! Obey the command! Fight bravely! Protect the people!"

Vaughn didn't know how many times he had shouted this slogan, and he still understood the general meaning.

However, as the training time got longer and longer, every time they shouted slogans and walked in front of other people in a neat line, those people cast their eyes with surprise, admiration, envy and admiration.

It made him secretly feel a strange heat in his heart, and he couldn't help but stand up higher, stand straighter, and shout slogans louder.

Vaughn felt that the other militia members probably felt the same way as him.

But at that time, he didn't know that this strange feeling of satisfaction and satisfaction was called pride.