Slime's Evolutionary Journey

"It is detected that the host has worked hard day and night to train the werewolf tribe and has achieved a certain effect. The host is rewarded with the 'fitness coach program.' I hope the host will continue to work hard."

At half past five in the morning, Fangte was woken up by the sound of the system. His little tentacle casually fell down and hit Wageron, who was snoring like thunder next to him, on the face. Fangte chirped and sat up in a daze. Rubbed his eyes.

"Fitness Coaching Program"

When I heard this name, Fangte couldn't help but want to complain! He is obviously a "great" (random) instructor! When did you become a fitness instructor? This is too inconsistent with my identity!

However, complaints are complaints, and you still have to take a look at the rewards.

Fangte opened the fitness coaching program with a hint of displeasure, but there seemed to be nothing special about it.

Is the program broken? no response? Something is wrong.

Fang Te looked and scratched his head, then inadvertently looked at Wagron who was sleeping next to him. Suddenly, a series of information slowly appeared in Fang Te's field of vision!

The contents are all recorded in Fantawild's notebook, including Wagron's training status in the past two days, as well as records when Fantawild helped Wagron do rehabilitation training!

At this moment, Fangte wanted to curse!

What a “fitness coaching program”! ?

Isn't this just an electronic notepad?

As soon as six o'clock arrived, Wagron woke up on time, ignored Fangte who was sitting on the bed looking melancholy, and directly took him to train.

Fantawild helped him with rehabilitation training using modern methods, allowing him to appreciate the greatness of modern knowledge. After his recovery, Wageron handed over all the tribe's training to Fantawild and joined the training himself.

Although the daily training was very hard, he really felt the growth of his strength. This made Waggron admire Fangte very much and even became obsessed with training! Completely became a fitness fanatic.

Fangte selected 10 instructors among the werewolf warriors. The current training is basically directly supervised and ordered by these 10 instructors, and Fangte also puts more energy into analyzing the status of each orc species.

I have to say that although this reward seems a bit useless, it is really useful. As long as you see a werewolf warrior, the records you made will appear, and you don’t have to look through the notebook. It is very convenient. After half a day, Fangte completely fell in love with this system.

So delicious!

…

In the afternoon, the training was as usual, but Fangte did not appear on the training ground. This was the first time. While the werewolf warriors felt strange, they found that their leader was not there either.

And it was on this afternoon that a dragon roar pierced the sky, and the silver-haired girl Emilia, the master to whom the tribe was loyal, returned.

In a small wooden house, Fangte and a werewolf were working together around a map.

This map is what Fang Te asked Emilia to do. After two months, this map was finally completed.

The scope of the map includes the entire northern border of Ania, including the distribution of tribes in the northern border of Ania, the distribution of towns, the distribution of rivers, etc.

Emilia approached the wooden table and subconsciously held Fangte in her arms. Fangte, who was concentrating on looking at the map, didn't even notice that he was being hugged by the girl, or he was already used to it.

"Erha (Fangte's nickname for Waggron), which tribes around here can we attack first?"

"Everything is fine!" Wagron's eyes were already shining!

After a month of recuperation, he has long been eager for a life-and-death war because of his bloodthirsty nature!

In fact, this is not only true for Wageron, but also for Fantawild! I have been training day and night for more than 2 months! The sharpest sword has been forged! It's time to get out of the sheath and see the blood!

"Then let's clear out the surrounding tribes first!" Fangte formed a small tentacle and pointed at a tribe located to the north of the Devouring Forest! This is the stronghold of the orc-lion race!

Three days later, the war broke out!

All two thousand warriors of the Lion Clan were mobilized to kill this stupid wolf who knew nothing about the sky or the earth!

Two armies faced each other in the field. One of them had a very scattered formation, as if they were standing randomly, while the other had a square formation! Every werewolf warrior held his head high and his chest was high, his eyes were bloody, and his pressure was condensed.

With an order, both sides joined the battlefield. At the first moment, both sides entered a state of violent blood.

But it is obvious! There is a clear difference in the bloodshed status of both sides.

When the Lion Tribe enters a violent state, it is a machine that is not afraid of death. No matter whether the opponent's attack can be avoided or not, it must be resisted! A gesture of exchanging lives for lives! Even after becoming red-blooded, if a fellow member of the same clan appears in front of him, he will not let him go.

In contrast, the werewolf clan's blessing effect in the violent state is no worse than that of the lion clan, and it also maintains a trace of sanity. Even if it is red-blooded, it will not hurt its companions!

And with the passage of time, the violent blood effect of the lion people began to decrease significantly, but these werewolves seemed to have chewed Xuanmai and couldn't stop!

"Howu!"

A dragon roar cut through the sky, and the twelve-meter-long huge figure blocked out the sun. Black corrosive dragon breaths were sprayed towards the densely packed area behind the lion people. Every dive of the dragon brought The life of the walking lion people.

Although the leader of the Lion Tribe was surprised that a dragon joined the battlefield! But he quickly calmed down, but just when he mobilized his manpower to besiege the giant dragon, a huge slime fell from the sky!

And the most puzzling thing is! This slime is actually a mage!

Explosions rang out from the battlefield. Countless lion warriors were blown away. The grass grew wildly and bounded towards the lion clan. Even if they could not trap them, they caused a lot of trouble and created unlimited advantages for the werewolves.

The situation on the battlefield was reversed in an instant. The leader of the Lion Tribe became angry and furious. After a violent outburst, he joined the battlefield and plundered the slime.

But I didn’t expect that this slime can not only do magic! And the strength in close combat is even more terrifying!

In less than ten breaths, the leader of the Lion Tribe was grabbed by Fangte's neck and raised high!

"Let all your clans perish today! Or join us! It's your choice!" Fang Te said fiercely in common language, "That's right! I forgot to mention, if you don't surrender to us! What will happen to your wives and daughters? Such treatment! I can’t guarantee it!”

The battle took less than an hour from start to finish! This is not a short time for the orcs who judge victory or defeat based on "bloodshed" time.

An hour later, the Lion Tribe surrendered.