One is willing to fight and the other is willing to endure

Unfortunately, people in the city are still not as easy to deceive as in the countryside, and most craftsmen are unwilling to follow him to the territory, even if he raises the salary to 2 gold coins per month.

These craftsmen said that if Iket's territory could provide strong military support, then they would naturally consider going there.

However, although Iket has an army of 65 ratmen, these craftsmen who have been on the front line for a long time know that the army is useless!

If there were more than 500 people, they would still consider it, but an army of 65 rats seemed unreliable.

Countless powerful monsters and strange undead fill the wilderness. These things cannot be beaten with spears. Otherwise, why would the empire need summoners?

Only then did Ictor's concept completely change. This is a magical world after all, where the power of individuals is greatly maximized.

If you catch a passerby on the street in Donali and ask him, is it more reliable to ask "The lord is a level 6 mage"? Or is it more reliable to ask "the lord has a thousand spearmen"?

I'm not a fool. I must know that a sixth-level mid-level mage has a much brighter future.

Because the lord can eradicate the beast himself instead of capturing him as a spearman.

The resentful Ictor could only go back to the hotel and drink. Fortunately, he found veterans who were willing to teach him. One of them was a senior crossbowman in the legion and the other was an imperial swordsman.

Both of them had been on the battlefield and killed enemies. Ictor personally checked with them and felt that their skills were quite good.

"Look what he's going to do!"

"Oh, what a waste of fun!"

"Today I will lead you to learn the precepts of the Love Clan! First! Framing others is framing yourself!"

In his sight, Ictor had already reached the square formation where the rat people were standing.

happy.

"Everyone stand up! Open your mouth! Clench your teeth! Stick your butt out!"

"Just remember it all. All you rats, remember it for me. This rat is the one who caused you all to be punished!"

The Rats and Rats couldn't figure out the situation for a moment, so they were the ones to be punished.

As the back of Destiny's neck was pinched, the way Shushu struggled was really funny.

"Oh! Damn it! Where are my boots! Oh my god! They're hot!"

However, for the rats, the nightmare has just begun.

"Move! You little cripples! If I say run, run! If I say stop, stop!"

"Don't worry, come on! Everyone, recognize it! Recognize it!"

"What's the first one? Tell me!"

The veteran led the rats and mice around, and followed them behind him with a whip, but the bad nature of these rats and mice was simply beyond his imagination.

If the rats in front of him were not summoned by this distinguished master, he would have wanted to draw his sword and kill a few rats to establish his authority!

This was actually within Ictor's expectation. Ratmen are a collection of the dark side of human beings. If there are too many villains, they will turn the army into a garbage dump.

I, Iket! I must make you a united rat! A loving rat!

However, before officially starting the training, Ickert chose to let the two veterans practice their "methodology" first.

Then they nodded and kowtowed in front of the veterans and tried their best to please them, but the overall training progress could not be advanced at all.

"Do you remember everything?"

The barefoot veteran said dissatisfiedly. His hysteria was clearly heard by the rat people. Immediately some rats in the team started laughing, and some rats were waiting for the opportunity to report.

"Squeak! Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

"Lord Iket! I don't want the money! I just want to leave this damn place as soon as possible, they will make me vomit blood!"

Among them, there was one who laughed the most, not only laughing, but also smiling obscenely.

"Yes! yes! Clan leader! I remember it very clearly!"

"Come! Say out loud the first commandment of our clan!"

The two veterans reached a consensus, and they were looking forward to seeing Iket's jokes.

Gudu.

After Ictor finished speaking, he turned his back to the two veterans and walked towards the rats.

He took out the "Spirit Injection Rod" that his father had entrusted to him before leaving from his backpack. Iket knew that he was going to have a good fight today.

Once a rat-man is punished by him, other rat-men will rejoice in his misfortune, and there are many rat-men who are always willing to frame their competitors.

There was no other way. In order to let them have a sense of teamwork, Ickert had to take the measure of "sitting together".

"Lord! I'm going to be so angry with these rats! They treat the military camp as some kind of ridiculous conspiracy game!"

When Ictor dragged the rat around the military formation, every rat did not hesitate to laugh at the unlucky rat, glad that it had one less competitor.

"???"

Don’t like conspiracy theories? Well, if one mouse makes a mistake, all the mice will be punished!

The two veterans looked at each other with big eyes. Although they believed in the lord's martial arts, they could not see any talent in terms of military training.

The voice of another veteran came from afar. One of his shoes had been stolen by the Rat Man, and now he could only stagger towards the camp with one bare foot.

Ictor charged up a stick and hit a slave rat hard on the skin. The slave rat was injured and staggered forward.

However, Iket changed the subject.

"Don't worry, my good friends, I'll teach you two a move, just watch here!"

Iket picked up Shushu and let him slide around in front of the military formation, making every Shushu remember him.

As the leader of the Loving Clan, Ictor always had expectations for these rat-men, and it made him heartbroken to see the rat-men still be like this.

Only the pressure of death and survival can temporarily suppress these rat men. It is not easy to get them to obey 100%. These guys even like to suppress the superiors, which is similar to a certain Showa army.

The rat people fully demonstrated their ability to fight in the den, and the training on the first day was immediately messed up.

"Master clan leader! I was wrong, clan leader! Please spare me!"

"Don't remember? You should have told me earlier~ I'll teach you~"

So what if they came from the Royal Summoner Academy? Wasn't it all just talk on paper in the beginning? As grassroots soldiers, many people are actually disgusted with these academic officers.

It's very rat-like, but it's not loving at all.

Using the physical version of the "Mage's Hand", he pinched the back of Shushu's neck, and Ictor easily pulled him out of the queue.

The poor slave rat let out bursts of screams and managed to regain its balance.

After picking his ears casually, Ictor approached the rats nonchalantly. Some rats calmed down a little, but there were still a few rats that were still snickering.

When Shushu saw the clan leader coming for real, he was frightened to the point of peeing.

But in order to prevent the clan leader from pouring more "love" into him, he could only roar with all his strength.

"Squeak! The first rule of the Love Clan! The first rule of the Clan of Love."

The summer on the front line was very difficult, and the ground exposed to the sun for a long time was very hot, so the veteran's actions seemed very funny.

The rats couldn't help but swallowed when they looked at the slave rat with its buttocks spread open.

So the training for the rat people began. In this training, the first thing Rat Rat needs to learn is obedience.

Ictor said softly and lovingly, and then swung the club again! It was heavier than the previous one! It was even faster!

The slave rat didn't have time to react and was knocked straight away!

"The first commandment of the loving clan! To frame others is to frame oneself!"

"The first one, squeak, squeak! The first one, I don't remember!"

Ictor will not stop so easily.

"Next! What is the first commandment of the Love Clan?"

"Ah! Ah! Abba, Abba, Abba."

"Get a stick on you!"
Chapter completed!