A strange world

Chapter 715 Chapter 112. Who doesn’t wear a helmet when eating?

"You losers can't even hold on for an hour. Why do you think you can stop the Rat Man!?"

The instructor's saliva was flying in the sun as he walked past the soldiers who were practicing the breathing method in front of him.

The existence of the creative breathing method has long been elusive, but the consensus of most people is that the ancient arcanists created the breathing method - magic is what makes the continent of Allen extraordinary, and the essence of the breathing method is to imitate the caster to absorb magic, and The magic power stays in the body and transforms the body.

However, there is also a popular saying among the people that "breathing method is a way to enter the extraordinary developed by a great warrior who was not willing to accept the power of a magician" - even if you think about it, you know it is impossible. The more complex the structure, the more knowledge is needed to build it. The farmers in the village cannot build a mage tower in their lifetime.

For example, if you ask the goblins in the Fetid Swamp to build a golem, even if they know the structure of the golem and are descendants of the golem maker, they can only spend several days at most to build a mud golem out of mud.

This breathing method that imitates the caster's ability to absorb magic requires the use of all muscles. Most of the recruits who have only had enough food for a few months can no longer sustain it for only a few minutes and are forced to interrupt. The veterans who can last longer are glaring. A rude instructor.

"Why are your eyes so wide? Are you glaring at ratmen like this on the battlefield?" The instructor with brown hair mixed with silver threads was not afraid of their gazes and continued to spit: "You know that the first time I practiced the breathing method, I persisted. How long did it take? Two hours! I will praise you losers for being able to hold on for two hours after three months! But do you deserve to be praised by me!"

"Hellfire? Heh... why don't you call it 'fire breathed out by circus performers'!?"

If the soldiers' anger had any substance, even the new recruits wouldn't be able to bear it and would clench their fists and want to pounce on them.

What a great bunch of guys...

Lyric thought happily.

Next, this group of bloody warriors will rush up and beat themselves, and then they will knock down dozens of them, pretend to be exhausted, and finally brag about the effect of the breathing method to make them work harder...

Anger and hatred can make people lose their minds, but they can also make people extremely powerful.

Then he heard footsteps approaching from behind.

"Is this how you teach breathing techniques?"

"Uh... Lord Annan." Lyric, who seemed to be about to become Annan's father, showed some panic. "I just say this to... inspire them. In fact, we all know how good these boys are..."

Although this group of people who support Olmedo are xenophobic and clumsy, they look down on the three army commanders who are refugees... But no one has an opinion against Annan - not to mention whether Olmedo knows that he will cheat. Their skins were off, and they saw for all the city lord's ability. Who could hate a lord who made money all day long and spent it all on his territory and them?

"I know." Annan glanced at the soldiers who hated the instructors. "I just think that if you don't want to have your head beaten while walking at night in Liberty City, it's best to find an opportunity to explain."

Annan only listened for a while and then wanted to summon a lemon to let the instructor experience the "water prison".

Lyric wanted to say it was nothing, but he suddenly remembered that with how much Annan attached importance to the Hellfire Legion, these soldiers would definitely become the main force of Liberty City as long as they did not die in the future...

How you treat them when the time comes is how they will treat you back.

"I see……"

"But I watched several teams, and only yours is the most 'energetic'."

"what do you mean……"

"Intensify."

After Annan expressed his support, Lyric immediately put Mingzhe's protection behind him and roared like a showerhead: "Master Annan said that he is very disappointed with you. There are one-third of them in less than ten minutes. Why don't you bring them with you?" Go out with the spices and let the rat man save some energy!"

Lyric showed his 100% viciousness, but unfortunately, the soldiers were also inspired by Annan's arrival, and hid their anger in their hearts with tears in their eyes.

Looking at the young and twisted faces, Lyric suddenly wondered whether he should wear a helmet when going out in the future...

In the evening, Lyric and other instructors went to the cafeteria after finishing today's teaching.

"What's this?"

The other instructors looked at the helmet Lyric put on his head in surprise.

"helmet"

"I mean why are you wearing a helmet?"

"Who doesn't wear a helmet when eating?"

"What's going on?" Blom came over surrounded by his nephew and his men.

"I...sigh..."

Lyric had no choice but to tell the story of the plan being broken by Annan. As expected, he was ridiculed by his colleagues.

"I knew it."

"They didn't give me any money, so why are you so desperate to teach?"

"They're just a bunch of mudbloods, just teach them whatever you want."

The instructors were all talking, and Blom frowned as he listened, and his nephew Swain, who already thought he was from Liberty City, couldn't help but criticize.

At this moment, a herald ran over and said that the commander of the Fermi Corps announced that the fifty teams would be graded three months later, and the centurions selected at the end would be the points. The higher the score, the greater the instructor's reward. good.

Blom looked at all this and smiled: "Your perfunctory behavior has been discovered. If you don't want to cause trouble, just show your true skills."

The next day, Annan walked around the camp again, and the instructors really became serious.

The scoring was not only Fermi’s idea, half of it was Annan’s input.

When he returned to the city lord's palace from the camp, Olmedo stood in front of the window and asked her: "You seem to care about the Hellfire Legion?"

"Who doesn't like that his people are moving forward every day?" Annan said with interest: "If I didn't know how to breathe, maybe I would also pick a team to train."

"Then you can win by doing nothing."

Olmedo seemed to see the soldiers learning that Annan was their instructor.

The three major legions have different attitudes towards Annan. The Guards are loyal, while the Hellfires are fanatical. Only the Musketeers have not yet formed their own style because they have only been established for a short period of time, but they still carry admiration and loyalty.

"makes sense."

Annan followed and looked out the window, only to see Luo Xi taking off his plate armor and handing it to the guards outside the door as he walked into the city lord's mansion.

Knock knock knock——

After a while, footsteps came to the living room on the second floor.

He looked a little angry and calmed down a little when he saw Annan here.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"...It's not fair." Losey hesitated for a while and whispered with grievance: "Hellfire has more people and better instructors. How can we beat them in the Freedom Cup three months later..."

Normally, Annan would try to distribute the points fairly, but now he suddenly thought of a good idea:

"I have an idea. How about you select 100 people from the Guards Corps and give them to me for training, and let them compete with the Hellfire Corps in three months?"

"Uh, Lord Annan, that's not what I meant..."

"Then it's decided!"