Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

Turanze metal is rare. The armor and shields of the Ratmen servants are made of a lot of wood and stone materials, which ensure the defense, but the weight is several times that of metal materials.

Even the Rat People's servants who had received Meng Chao's special force training, after standing for a full quarter of an hour, they were sweating profusely, their legs were shaking, and many of them rolled their eyes and fell straight down.

It wasn't until twenty or thirty Ratmin servants fell to the ground, and some even twitched from being stuffed by the thick and heavy armor, that the Wildhammer arrived belatedly.

This warrior with the blood of a wild elephant is the largest warrior among the four trump cards of the Blood Skull Arena. With his hands on his back and a proboscis that swells like a bone tumor at the end, he swings it slowly from side to side, and swaggers towards the fearful Ratmen servants. in front of them.

"I am Wildhammer. Some of you have heard my name, and some of you have just been released from the dungeon not long ago. Maybe you don't know me yet. It doesn't matter. In the future training and battles, we have plenty of opportunities to get to know each other well! "

Wildhammer yelled loudly, with an angry face on his face, and roared, "However, I know many of you, and I know that you use some dubious and opportunistic methods to train. Under the leadership of Ice Storm, you were lucky enough to beat After a few victories, he thinks he is great, and he is the strongest servant in the blood skull battle group!

"Of course the Ice Storm is the trump card of the Bloodskulls, but a contest on the arena is completely different from a real battlefield. If you want to continue to win victory and glory in the 'Clash of the Five Clans' or even the 'Battle of Glory' , then immediately forget everything Ice Storm taught you, I don’t like that!

"Next, I will let you know what real training is, and what kind of warriors are qualified to win glory for the ancestors, and even get my blood to advance to the official members of the Bloodhoof clan!

"I will squeeze your flesh and blood into mud, grind your bones into powder, then mix the meat and bone meal together, and recast it into a brand new iron man who screams!

"This is destined to be an extremely difficult road. If anyone can't bear such a recasting, you can bring it up now. I will immediately put you into the ranks of slave soldiers and ensure that you will survive the first battle." After being shot with hundreds of arrows, and then being trampled to pieces by the opponent's iron hoof, and died cleanly, then there is no need to bear the pain. Only a real tough guy can bear the pain.

"Is there such a person, is there?"

Wildhammer's eyes, which were bigger than the fists of ordinary tauren warriors, stared viciously at the Ratmen servants.

The Rat People's servants all gritted their teeth and said nothing.

"Very well, it seems that you are not as weak as I imagined, I can't help but have a little fantasy, I believe we will get along very happily."

Wildhammer nodded in satisfaction, "Did you understand what you just said?"

"clear!"

Ye Zi led everyone and shouted in unison.

Wildhammer frowned deeply, shook his head disapprovingly and said, "It seems that Ice Storm has indulged you too much, and doesn't know the rules that the Rat People should abide by.

"Remember, when a servant answers a samurai's question, he must add the samurai's noble name before and after. If you want to call me 'Lord Wildhammer', do you understand?"

"Lord Wildhammer, I understand, Lord Wildhammer!"

"Speak up, look at how the ice storm has trained you, limp and lifeless, aren't you proud orcs, but those sneaky elves in the Twilight Forest, speak up!"

"Lord Wildhammer, I understand, Lord Wildhammer!"

"Speak louder, I can't hear you, your roar is not as loud as the fart of the totem beast, so listless, what qualifications do you have to follow me to win the glory?"

"Lord Wildhammer, I understand, Lord Wildhammer!"

"Not enough, not enough, not enough, continue to practice, continue to roar, roar out all your anger and killing intent, imagine that in front of you are the damn Holy Light humans, dwarves, and elves—those who want to help Twilight Evil God Those who destroy the world, use your roar to tear them into pieces, plant the flags of the Turan warriors in every corner of the Land of Light, and let our world be full of vigor and vitality forever!"

"Lord Wildhammer, I understand, Lord Wildhammer!"

"Lord Wildhammer, I understand, Lord Wildhammer!"

"Lord Wildhammer, I understand, Lord Wildhammer!"

The Rat People's servants yelled over and over again, hoarsely.

No one dared to stop without the Wildhammer's permission.

Wildhammer's gaze was sharper than his fangs, coldly sweeping the faces of the Ratmen servants.

On the faces of the first batch of thirty servants selected by Meng Chao himself, they stayed for an exceptionally long time.

Finally, his footsteps stopped in front of Meng Chao.

He was condescending, like a mountain with giant eyes, staring at Meng Chao without blinking.

Meng Chao had the most standard posture among all the Rat People's servants.

Like a straight mandala tree, it was so standard that even a Wildhammer couldn't pick out any flaws.

Moreover, Meng Chao was also shouting over and over again, concentrating on shouting.

Even though Wildhammer's huge figure completely covered his breathing space, he didn't stop or get distracted, and remained meticulous until he yelled out blood foam.

Wildhammer was noncommittal to Meng Chao's performance.

He stared at Meng Chao for a long time.

Suddenly, the biggest ace in the Blood Skull Arena released a ray of murderous aura, like an invisible giant hammer, smashing head-on at Meng Chao's Tianling Gai.

Meng Chao finally couldn't bear it any longer. With a muffled snort, his face turned pale, he took half a step back, his legs almost gave way, and he sat down on the ground.

Naturally, the rhythm of the shouting was messed up.

Wildhammer grinned.

He held up his iron fist and clenched it lightly, signaling the Rat People servants to stop shouting.

"I heard from Master Kasava that you are special, so let me pay attention."

Wildhammer was full of contempt, and Meng Chao, who was nearly half shorter than himself, said, "But, in my opinion, you are nothing special!"

Meng Chao's expression was awkward, as if he wanted to explain or refute.

But he seemed to be disturbed by the Wildhammer's murderous aura, hurting his lungs, and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

In a hurry, he coughed loudly again, spewing out more blood foam.

Wildhammer had a disgusted face on his face, he turned sideways to pass the blood sprayed by Meng Chao, poked Meng Chao's chest with his long nose, and said, "Listen, ugly black-haired ghost, I don't care which corner you come from. It doesn't matter if the blood flowing in your body is the blood of ogres, mountain giants, or those freaks in the Abyss of Eternal Night, and it doesn't matter what relationship you have with the ice storm.

"Anyway, in my eyes, the rat people are the rat people. As long as you know how to abide by the rules of the rat people and obey the orders of the master, you are a good rat people. You have a chance to survive. At least, you don't have to taste the taste of whips and irons.

"However, if you are still thinking about the ice storm, and dare to be smart and make small moves under my nose, then I am also very interested to know that when the red-hot iron rod hits you hard, what will happen to you? You are such a special person, what kind of scream will you make, do you understand?"

The Wildhammer once again unleashed a ferocious murderous aura.

It was really like a tyrant mammoth formed by the power of a totem, gushing out of his body and launching a "war trampling" towards Meng Chao.

Even the dozen or so Rat Min servants around Meng Chao were affected, and they all let out muffled groans.

Meng Chao's face was even haggard. His lips trembled for a long time before he said hoarsely, "Listen, I understand."

"Um?"

Wildhammer raised his eyebrows and nose high.

"Lord Wildhammer, I understand, Lord Wildhammer."

Meng Chao seemed completely terrified by the Wildhammer, bowed his head deeply, and said in a trembling voice.

Wildhammer was satisfied.

But he was not going to let Meng Chao and all the rat people servants go.

"Very good, then let me see now, how the ice storm has trained you all!"

The Wildhammer roared, "Pick up all your equipment and run around the training camp, before you break your legs, blow your hearts and lungs, or I say stop, don't stop, run hard! !"

Under the supervision of Wildhammer's House Rat Guards, hundreds of Rat Minion Guardsmen who originally belonged to Ice Storm started to run unsteadily.

Because just standing in full armor for more than a moment, and shouting hysterically, consumed too much heart and lung strength.

Just set foot on the rough runway, covered with gravel, mud, traps and even barbed wire, someone immediately let out a muffled groan.

The leather slings that fastened armor and weapons were deeply embedded in the flesh of Ratmen servants, shaking with every pedaling, tearing their joints apart.

Ye Zi gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain, and caught up with Meng Chao.

"Reaper, are you alright?" he asked anxiously.

"Of course there is something."

Meng Chao's face was still pale, his breathing was short of breath, and his footsteps were messy like stitches sewn by a tauren warrior, and they were crumbling like dead leaves in a strong wind.

But when he saw the Ratman boy chasing up, he blinked secretly from an angle that the Wildhammer couldn't see, "You're right, this giant elephant is indeed far worse than Ice Storm, you don't even know How much effort did I have to resist the urge to beat him up right now, I can't bear the internal injury!"

"Why?"

Ye Zi was dumbfounded again.

Looking carefully at Meng Chao's face, how could there be any pain, frustration and depression?

The mouse people boy suddenly realized: "Reaper, you must have a comprehensive plan, you can take us out of the sky, what should we do next?"

"Nonsense, of course I obeyed Lord Wildhammer's command and ran away honestly. Do you still want to single-handedly kill the Bloodhead Arena and the entire Blackhorn City?"

"However, when will this end?"

"Don't worry, the Wildhammer is just giving us a warning, it won't really run away to kill us, after all, we are going to go to war tomorrow, and we have already shown good combat effectiveness, if we are all run into soft-legged shrimps, how can we help you?" He won more battle exploits?"

"So that's the case, then after the run is over, will we have a chance to escape?"

"No, when the run is over, we have one more important thing to do."

"whats the matter?"

"Of course it's dinner. We're going to go to war tomorrow. We'll definitely reward us today. If we don't eat for free, we won't eat. After a while, everyone will open their mouths wide open and give me a big meal!"