Chapter 715 112. 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 Flying in the sun, he passed by the soldiers who were practicing in the rhythm of the breathing method.
The existence of the creative breathing method has long been elusive, but the consensus of most people is that the ancient arcanist created the breathing method - the magic is what makes the continent of Allen extraordinary, and the essence of the breathing method is imitation The caster absorbs the magic power, retains the magic power 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 to absorb magic requires the use of muscles throughout the body. 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. However, they can persist. The older veterans glared angrily at the instructor who made the rude remarks.
"Why are your eyes so wide? Is this how you stare at ratmen to death on the battlefield?" The instructor with brown hair mixed with silver threads was not afraid of their gazes and continued to spit: "You know I am the first How long have you been practicing the breathing method for two hours? I will praise you for being able to persist for two hours after three months!"
"Hell! Fire? Hehe... why don't you call it 'Fire spouted by circus performers'?"
If the soldiers' anger was real, even the recruits would not be able to bear it, and they would attack with clenched fists.
What a group of great guys...
Lyric thought with relief.
Next, this group of bloody warriors will rush up and beat themselves up, and then they will knock down dozens of them, then 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.
"Are you teaching breathing techniques like this?"
"Uh... Master 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 young guys are..."
Although these people who support Olmedo are xenophobic and clumsy, they look down on the three regiment commanders who are refugees... but No one had any objections to Annan - not to mention whether Olmedo would skin them if he knew, the city lord's skills were obvious to all. 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 put a hood over your head and beat him up when 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 attaches importance to the Hellfire Legion, as long as these soldiers do not die in the future, they will definitely become the main force of Liberty City...
How will he treat it then? They, how they will treat them come back.
"I know..."
"But I watched several teams, and only your team is the most 'dynamic'."
"You mean... …”
"Intensify your efforts."
After Annan expressed his support, Lyric immediately forgot about Mingzhe's self-protection and acted like a showerhead and roared: "Master Annan expressed that he is very disappointed with you, and it hasn't even been ten minutes. There are only one-third of them, why don’t you go out with the spices and let the rat people save some energy?”
Lyric showed his 100% viciousness, but unfortunately, the soldiers Also inspired by Annan's arrival, he hid his anger in his heart with tears in his 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 finished today's teaching. Head to the cafeteria with other instructors.
"What is 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, and as expected he was laughed at by his colleagues.
“I knew it.”
“They didn’t give me any money, why are you so desperate to teach?”
"They're just a bunch of Mudbloods, just teach them whatever you want."
The instructors were talking all over the place, and Blom frowned as he listened, and his nephew Swain, who already thought he was from Free City, was even more confused. I can't help but accuse.
At this moment, a herald ran over and said that the commander of the Fermi Corps announced that the fifty teams would be scored three months later, and the centurions who were finally selected would be the score. The higher, the better the instructor’s reward.
Looking at all this, Blom smiled: "Your perfunctory behavior has been discovered. If you don't want to cause trouble, just show your true skills."
The next day, Annan again After walking around the camp, the instructors became serious indeed.
The scoring was not only Fermi’s idea, half of it was Annan’s input.
When he returned to the city's main palace from the camp, Olmedo, who was standing in front of the window, asked her: "You seem to care about the Hellfire Legion?"
"Who doesn't like his people? Are you moving forward every day?" Annan said with interest: "If I didn't know how to breathe, maybe I would choose a team to train."
"Then you can win without doing anything. "
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.
"That's right."
Annan followed and looked out the window, and saw Luo Xi taking off his plate armor and handing it to the guards outside the door as he walked, and 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." Losi hesitated for a while, then whispered with grievance: "Hellfire and the others have more people and the instructors are better. , How can we beat them in the Liberty Cup three months later..."
Normally, Annan would try to distribute the distribution 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!"
(End of this chapter)