Warhammer Wizard

After half a month.

Ryan reluctantly came out of Oxilia's room, returned to his room, took out the Vezeland badge, opened the portal, and went directly to the third floor of the villa on Gairola Farm.

As soon as he came out of the portal, he heard a burst of shouts.

"Faster!"

"Hurry up!"

"If you are behind, follow up immediately, otherwise the timing will be invalid."

"The speed of this lap has slowed down. The team that ran at the back punishes fifty push-ups. It will start now. You can't continue running until you finish it."

After Ren walked to the study window, the large open space in front of the villa has been transformed into a large playground. The length of a circle is three miles, the width can accommodate several cars in parallel, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of gravel. , It can absorb water, and will not raise dust.

At this moment, more than three hundred Kemelites are running around the playground.

It is now approaching noon, and they have been running since breakfast, without stopping for a minute.

Three hundred people were divided into twenty teams, each with fifteen people, keeping a distance, followed by an extraordinary instructor.

At the front of the team, a middle-level shadow warrior led the team. He kept running at a constant speed. He was not fast. He still seemed very relaxed after running for the whole morning. However, the Kemel people who followed behind were soaked in sweat. , Clenching his teeth, some people looked pale and seemed to fall at any time.

Training requires them not to run too fast, overtake the leader, but not to fall behind or even stop.

From time to time, someone slowed down and fell behind, and the instructor immediately yelled to remind him.

These instructors came from the Dragon Stone Mercenary Corps, they were specially selected by Ren, and they looked fierce and showed no mercy during the training.

Even if there is a slight dissatisfaction during training, the only thing that can be obtained is heavier punishment.

In addition to the mercenary instructors, there are several extreme fighters in the farm. As the chief instructor, Sicarius has been commanding training for half a month.

He stood on the high platform by the side of the playground and stared, and immediately sensed the arrival of Primarch.

Looking in the direction of the villa, he found Ren's figure, so he ordered the other instructors to leave the training, and went upstairs to enter the study room.

"boss!"

As soon as Sikaius came in, he felt bitter, "These Kemelites are not excellent, they are only slightly better than ordinary people. They have trained for half a month, and they seem to be useless."

Ryan saw through his mind at a glance, and could no longer stay on the farm.

"Why is it useless?" Rehn said with a smile: "The best of them can only run for an hour at first. Now they can run for four or five hours without a problem. At least in endurance, they have improved a lot. "

"Is this also progress?" Sicarius was a little disdainful.

A random person from the Makurag tribe was brought out. Even three or four-year-old children had better physical strength than these Kemelites. At such a slow speed, they wouldn't be tired after running for a whole day.

He shook his head disapprovingly, "The boss provides them with a bottle of'primary troll potion' every day, just change to a healthy person, with the aid of potion, and training for half a month will not be bad."

Ren couldn't help being silent.

Sicarius's view also has some truth.

Primary troll potion, this is a potion made from troll blood. After drinking it, it can quickly restore physical strength, eliminate fatigue, and repair minor injuries in the body. Ordinary people who use this medicine can withstand more intense training, improve endurance, and will not become sick from overwork.

Without the medicine, running around the drill all day, ordinary people would collapse if they couldn't hold on for a few days.

Although this is only the lowest-level potion, a bottle costs only two gold shields, but it can't hold up a large amount. Each of the more than 300 Kemelites needs to invest six hundred gold shields every day.

In half a month, more than nine thousand gold shields were consumed.

Rehn also provided them with nutritious food, and the instructors of the Dragon Stone Mercenary Corps had to pay additional compensation, which had already invested more than 10,000 gold shields.

And these more than ten thousand golden shields are only a trivial improvement.

Only a dozen of the more than 300 Kemelites are more prominent and have the potential to pass the soul-changing ceremony, but the probability is not very high.

With so much money, only a dozen extraordinary people with little strength can be cultivated, which is not worth it.

In fact, not only Sicarius, but also the instructors of the mercenary group could not understand.

In their opinion, Rennes failed this attempt.

It is very difficult to cultivate an extraordinary army that is completely loyal to an individual or a family. Those great aristocrats and lords, who has spent more than ten years or even decades, invested countless resources, and barely built an extraordinary army of hundreds of people?

By Renn's side, none of those who knew about it were optimistic about him.

Amelis was a little worried at the beginning. After Rennes built the Extraordinary Legion, he would no longer need his own mercenary group.

However, after watching the training of the Kemelites, all her worries disappeared. She also hinted at Renn many times that as long as she reached a closer relationship with her, the Dragon Stone Mercenary Corps could sign a multi-year employment contract if sent. , There is no need to cultivate the extraordinary army.

Rennes refused without hesitation.

He has his own plan, and things that others can't do don't mean he can't do it either.

The training methods of the Kemel people are arranged by Rennes, and there is only one item of running, but running is not just to exercise their physique, the real purpose is to test their willpower.

The key to passing the soul-changing ceremony lies in the will, that is, the strength of the soul.

Each of these three hundred Kemelites was personally selected by Rennes. They asked them face-to-face and used the eyes of their souls to probe their state. We ruled out those who were gloomy or lying. There was no problem in loyalty. Then Take pictures of them with a mobile phone, record their soul information, and the origin of their names.

Three hundred of the more than 1,000 Kemelites are selected, and their average potential is already higher than that of ordinary people.

Among them, males accounted for the majority, and females were fewer, with only more than forty.

These women seem weak, but their souls and will are no less than men. The path to transcendence is essentially an evolution. When possessing transcendence, gender differences are weakened, which is not so important.

Renn treated them equally and picked them in.

Every three days, he will re-observe everyone, take photos and record them, and make detailed data sheets for comparison.

A person with a slightly improved soul is considered qualified.

The soul hasn't changed in the two records. Generally, people with weak-willed people who are sneaky and slippery will be eliminated directly, and people will be selected from the rest of Kemel.

After several rounds of selection and half a month of boring running training, the soul will of more than 300 people has been strengthened.

Their appearance looks exhausted, and the improvement of their physique is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the transcendents, but only Renn knows the inner changes.

This is enough in his plan.

The goal has been achieved, and it doesn't make much sense to continue training and running.

The morning training is over, and there is a one-hour break at noon. When the Kemelites have eaten a good lunch, they are notified and immediately gather in the playground.

They walked out of the cafeteria with some confusion, and suddenly saw Renn standing on the platform.

"Lord Lord!"

The more than three hundred Kemelites all had their eyes bright, and they rushed to the playground to assemble without worrying about fatigue.

After half a month of training, they have been able to find their teammates proficiently, standing in 20 rows, looking at Rennes with full of expectation.

The entire playground was silent, waiting for the lord's scrutiny.

Ren's gaze slowly swept across everyone, and the eyes of the soul took a picture of their state, making a new round of records.

In just a few minutes, he completed the data comparison.

"Come here for your training first, and take a half-day rest today." Rennes first announced the good news to make the people in the audience happy, and then continued: "The one who reads the name is listed. Fadal, Robbie, El Vera, Desen, Delana, Gwyneth..."

Everyone immediately realized that someone who can be called by the lord must have something good.

They are very nervous and look forward to hearing their names.

Ren said ten names in one breath, these people are the most potential of the three hundred people, the improvement of the soul will change the most.

They all stood up in surprise and joy.

"Come up all, get ready to follow me." Rehn looked at the others in the audience and comforted: "They are only the first batch. Everyone has a chance. Disband."

After speaking, he opened a portal and walked in first.

In the hall of the castle, Renn watched ten Kemelites walk out of the portal. They were all using the portal for the first time, feeling both novel and perplexed.

When the portal was closed, they found themselves in a quaint castle hall. There were many servants waiting around, and they were all embarrassed. The sweat and embarrassment on their bodies were incompatible with this place, and they didn’t even know where to go. Where to put it.

Rehn waved his hand and said, "Fabian, let someone wash them up and arrange a rest in the room."

"Okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~sir."

The Wind Elf is now the chief steward of Glamorgan, as long as Ren is in the castle, he will always follow him inseparably.

Ren himself entered the mechanical alchemy room and continued his own gun research.

It took a few hours before he came out, and once again gathered ten Kemelites. They had recovered their physical strength, put on brand new clothes, and had a refreshed mental outlook.

Eight of these people are men and two women.

Their age distribution has no regularity. The youngest is only 18 years old and still a girl, while the oldest is almost 30 years old and looks relatively stable.

The person with the greatest potential is a young man named Desen, who has just reached the age of twenty, and his soul strength has increased by a third in just half a month. If he had been tempered a few years earlier, he would almost certainly be able to become an extraordinary person and possess the potential to cast spells.

Moreover, his sister was also selected, but not among the ten.

Renn nodded in satisfaction, "Come with me."