Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"A series of mistakes?"

Bing Fengfeng thought to himself, with the teenager's mentality of falling asleep soundly in such a noisy environment, he is the least likely to make a mistake in the selection.

Things are getting interesting.

Ice Storm pondered for a moment, and said, "I want fifty recruits to take a 'Road of Glory', this one, this one, the three over there, and the top five who are the best at carrying stone locks, and this little guy. "

She ordered forty-nine rat people who seemed to be the strongest in one breath.

Plus the skinny little guy.

Those who were selected were all gearing up and excited.

Although Ice Storm had just lost a hundred-man team battle.

But the smaller the number of people in command, the more important the personal prowess of the commander.

Everyone felt that even if Ice Storm was really not good at commanding thousands of troops, at least, commanding thirty or fifty servants was more than enough.

It's perfect to follow her now.

When the battle of glory really starts, as long as you survive a few battles without dying, you will have a chance to gain more powerful power, and even rush into the "Land of Eternal Shining of the Holy Light" to kill all directions.

Even if it is torn into pieces by the damn magic, isn't it more honorable than staying in the arena as a prop?

Therefore, the selected Ratmen all puffed up their chests, tensed their muscles, acted resolutely and unyieldingly, and looked at death as if they were home, wanting to leave a deeper impression on Ice Storm.

Of course, the forty-nine strong men with thick backs and waists also quickly discovered that a "heterogeneous" had mixed in among them.

"How is this kid qualified to participate in the selection of Master Ice Storm with us?"

"Does he still dare to walk the road of glory, not afraid of falling again, falling into a pit, and being pierced by a sharp knife with a hundred holes?"

"Is there 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 to kill yourself, be careful to implicate us!"

The muscular rat people, while trembling their exaggerated muscles, said loudly to the young boy who was preparing silently.

Rat people are a highly discriminated existence in Turan civilization.

Therefore, once there is an opportunity to discriminate against beings weaker than them, they will never miss it.

Especially in the meaningful eyes of the warriors of the clan, these strong men of the rat people who are eager to change their destiny will not let go of any opportunity to show their "martial bravery".

The boy named "Ye Zi" turned a deaf ear and didn't even twitch his eyelashes.

He couldn't hear the taunts from these guys.

Because his ears were blocked by the screams of the villagers and the roar of houses burning and collapsing when their homes were destroyed.

Compared with the raging flames that burned the half-mountain village, the taunts of these insignificant strangers are nothing more than the cool breeze in the summer afternoon.

Ye Zi took a deep breath, and silently recited Master Reaper's teachings several times in his mind.

Immediately, I felt full of confidence and fighting spirit.

Amid the hostile pushes and shoves of the brawny men, he stood at the starting point of the "Road to Glory".

The so-called "Road of Glory" is the military aristocrats of the Turan civilization, who have passed down the training and testing methods for thousands of years.

Surrounding the entire training camp, on the one-thousand-arm-long circular runway, there are traps, slings, canoes, mountains of knives full of sharp blades, blazing fire pools, etc., etc. Dozens of different obstacles.

Half the obstacles test agility.

Half the obstacle is a test of strength.

And all obstacles will test the courage, wisdom and will of a Turan warrior.

According to legend, this is a sacred road that leads directly to the holy mountain and meets the ancestors.

Only true Turan warriors can cross the "Road of Glory"!

And the ridicule of the strong men of the Rat People was not without reason.

In the past two days, seven gladiators came to select new recruits. Due to the high demand, many times it was impossible to select them carefully. Circle in and test.

As a result, the teenagers who performed well in training became full of ugly appearances as soon as they entered the "Road to Glory".

Falling from the iron chain, he almost fell into a pit full of sharp knives.

Another time, he simply retreated.

It's no wonder that these Rat Warriors, who are eager to wash away the dirty blood with glory, despise this cowardly and incompetent boy.

However, the ice storm used a cold snort mixed with the cold wind to freeze the noise of the strong men of the Rat People.

"Let's go!" she said deadpan.

Beep!

In the mouth of the disabled gladiator, a thin and curved bone whistle made a sharp and piercing whistle.

Fifty rat recruits rushed out at the same time pushing each other.

Although the first obstacle is still fifty arms away.

But the competition has already begun since they took the first step.

The circular runway around the training camp is twenty or thirty arms wide.

But it is not enough to accommodate fifty strong men with thick backs and waists, lined up side by side.

Who comes first and who comes later is very particular.

For some obstacles, such as iron cables hanging in mid-air, it is more advantageous to climb up first, because the iron cables are in a static state at this time and will not be disturbed by external forces.

And if the second climbs up, the iron chain may dangle, making it extremely difficult to grasp.

For other obstacles, if someone is willing to be the pioneer, others will have the opportunity to hide behind and take advantage of it.

Everyone raised their arms like crabs, trying to seize a favorable position, but pushed others into the most dangerous situation.

All of a sudden, forty-nine big meat mountains and a leaf crowded together.

Even the ice storm has such a blink of an eye, it can't capture the figure of the skinny boy.

The first hurdle lies ahead.

Dozens of extremely sharp-edged rocks clogged the runway.

Each tester must pick up a rock, run at least fifty arms away, and then swing the rock precisely to a designated area outside the runway.

Rocks are big or small, light or heavy, some are relatively regular in shape and easier to exert force, and some are like petrified hedgehogs, which are impossible to attack.

Naturally, the winner of the "Pushing War" just now, the rat people who ran in the front, had the opportunity to pick up the smallest, lightest, and most regular rocks.

A dozen of the strongest rat people quickly picked up the bargain.

Ice Storm's gaze was searching inside the crackling big meat mountain.

Somewhat to everyone's surprise, Ye Zi was not the last one.

He didn't know what method he used, like a loach, he squeezed out from the gap between the meat mountain, ranked among the top twenty, and jumped into the pile of rocks.

Moreover, he did not choose the lightest, smallest, and easiest to carry rock among the remaining rocks.

Instead, he asked for trouble and chose a stone with a strange shape and sharp edges, which could easily tear flesh and blood.

"Look, what the hell is this idiot doing?"

"Did he get dizzy because he chose such a stone!"

"Be careful that the stone falls down and cuts off the neck!"

Those rat people who were not selected by the ice storm and could only watch onlooked loudly hissed.

To the other forty-nine strong men, they had nothing to say, admitting that they were not as good as these burly guys.

But they were ten thousand dissatisfied with Ye Zi being selected and bravely walking on the "Road of Glory".

The complaints that did not dare to vent directly to Mr. Ice Storm all poured on Ye Zi.

The disabled gladiators who managed the training camp did not stop them either.

Laughing at the weak, like praising the strong, is a right given to the Turanians by the ancestors.

Even the humble rat people have this right.

The ice storm is bright in the eyes.

"Smart little guy!

"The fifty testers haven't separated yet, and everyone is close at hand, ready to attack each other at any time.

"With such a thin body, no matter what his real combat power is, he must be a target that everyone is willing to bully.

"If he had chosen the lightest, smallest, and least labor-intensive piece among the rest of the rocks, someone would be jealous and step forward to interfere or even snatch it.

"Although he can kill the snatcher nine out of ten, it is bound to waste a lot of time and energy, affecting the next test.

"Choosing this strange-shaped rock seems to be a very random or even wrong choice under dizziness, but it has avoided a lot of trouble, and it can save a lot of time and energy!"

Sure enough, the two strong men of the rat people who were following Ye Zi had already tacitly attacked from left to right, ready to attack the boy.

But after discovering Ye Zi's "stupid" behavior, they all hesitated.

It was not their goal to knock down the leaves.

Deep down, they did not regard Ye Zi as a real competitor,

Just want to pick up a suitable stone.

The two strong men of the rat people looked at each other.

At the same time, he changed direction and rushed towards a square rock that seemed to be easy to carry.

Ye Zi, however, firmly carried her own rock that no one wanted.

Carrying a rock with extremely sharp edges, like a meteor hammer.

Ye Zi walked very slowly, even a little unhurried, and didn't mind at all. One after another, the rat people stumbled and overtook themselves.

He quickly fell into the mid-thirties.

All that was left was the idiots wrestling for the rock they could grab.

But he still didn't intend to speed up.

Instead, follow your own rhythm, unswervingly take one step, another step, and another step.

It seemed that he hadn't thought about competing for the top few places at all.

The onlookers, including the two disabled gladiators who managed the training camp, also thought that it would be a miracle if this skinny boy could barely climb the "Road of Glory", and it would be enough to wash away his "cowardice and incompetence". "The shame.

Ice Storm's gaze became sharper and sharper.

She stared at the boy's nose and chest.

It was found that Ye Zi's nostrils were not dilated, her cheeks were not flushed at all, and her chest was as calm as a frozen lake.

"Stable, amazingly stable!

"While everyone else is throbbing, baring their teeth and screaming, he is still accurately distributing his physical strength and controlling the rhythm.

"Crossing the first obstacle, he didn't consume even a single little finger's physical strength. 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 on earth would pass on skills that these clan warriors may not have mastered to a young rat man?