The first night was spent in the excitement of training. Although there were a few strange beasts that accidentally broke into the camp that night, they were all lone third-level strange beasts. They were all killed by the vigilant Niu Er and his teammates.
Killed.
Early the next morning, before dawn, the gathering bell rang in the camp, and in the center of the camp, a thin figure stood there with his eyes slightly closed, with an indifferent expression.
Two minutes later, the mercenaries came out of their tents one after another in high spirits and walked towards the center of the camp. Along the way, everyone was talking and laughing with each other about what they had learned after soaking the potion last night. Until more than ten minutes passed, everyone
Only then were they completely gathered.
Wen Hao slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the mercenaries indifferently. As his gaze swept across, Wu Yong and other old mercenaries all lowered their heads, while the new mercenaries who had just arrived looked at them with confused expressions.
Wen Hao.
"Eleven minutes and twenty seconds have passed since I rang the assembly bell. I would like to ask you, if our camp is attacked today, at your speed, will you come out to collect the bodies of others?" Wen Hao said with a blank face.
He said to everyone with an expression on his face.
As Wen Hao's voice fell, all the mercenaries lowered their heads in shame. No one dared to say a word. The entire camp suddenly became silent, with only the sound of the wind blowing.
Looking at everyone quietly, after a long time, Wen Hao finally said: "From today on, the assembly bell rings. Everyone must come to the assembly place within three minutes. Anyone who is late will be deducted a day."
food, do you understand?"
"Understood."
"Okay." Wen Hao nodded and said: "Within one hour, everyone will run around the camp twenty times. Those who are late will be doubled, and the time will be increased by half an hour. Those who fail to complete the task will not have breakfast."
"Yes." Everyone's expressions changed slightly. Although the camp is not big, it is still one mile in one circle, and twenty miles in twenty circles. Normally, everyone would not be afraid, but now they still have
It is indeed difficult to run twenty laps an hour with heavy equipment, not to mention those latecomers who have to run forty laps within an hour and a half, which is basically impossible, but in the end
But no one raised any objection.
The team set off under the leadership of Wu Yong and several other sword madmen. It was neat and orderly. Even the footsteps were uniform and no one spoke, which made Wen Hao very satisfied.
"These boys are really good. They have achieved such results after just a few days of training. Their future is limitless." Tie Jian stood next to Wen Hao, looked at the running team, and praised them.
"Huh?" Wen Hao frowned, turned to look at Tie Jian and said, "Why are you still standing here?"
"This..." Tie Jian was stunned and said, "Why don't I stand here?"
"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Wen Hao said solemnly: "It's training time now, everyone must train, why should you be an exception?"
"You..." Upon hearing this, Tie Jian immediately became furious and pointed at Wen Hao, about to explode.
Before he could get angry, Wen Hao continued: "Here, everyone has to listen to me. If you don't want to listen to my command, it's very simple. You can leave immediately and no one will stop you."
"You..." Tie Jian's face turned red, and his finger pointed at Wen Hao was trembling. It was not fear, but anger. With his skill in making weapons, he was always the object of respect wherever he went.
But he didn't expect that since he got to know Wen Hao, he would always be cheated on him. How could he bear it?
If it were before, Tie Jian would definitely pounce on Wen Hao immediately, but he did not do so today, just because he still remembered in his heart that the boy in front of him was now his teacher. Since he admitted that he was his teacher, then
You must respect him.
What's more, he wanted Wen Hao to teach him the exquisite craftsmanship, so his angry expression was soon replaced by a flattering smile.
"Teacher, look at how old I am. It's really inconvenient to train with these boys. After all, I am also a famous casting master. Do you think..." Before Tie Jian could finish his words, Wen Hao
Then he waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Since you look down on these young people and feel embarrassed to be with them, I am younger than them, so is it even more embarrassing to call me teacher?"
"This..." Tie Jian's tone was stagnant, and he quickly said in a flattering manner: "How can it be possible? How can they compare with you, teacher?"
Wen Hao looked at the iron sword helplessly, and after a while he said: "I don't care what your previous status was, since you have followed me, you are just like them, there is no distinction between high and low, and you have to join everyone in all future trainings."
Participate and if you can't stand it, you can leave."
As he said that, Wen Hao glanced at Tie Jian meaningfully and said calmly: "Don't think that your achievements make you superior to others. Although these people in front of you can't compare with you now, they are still young and still have a lot of time.
Come and make them stronger, at least I can guarantee that when they reach your age, any one of them will have higher achievements than you now."
After saying that, Wen Hao waved his hand, took out a set of equipment from his bracelet and placed it on the ground. He stopped caring about the iron sword and turned around to continue looking at the training mercenaries.
Listening to Wen Hao's words, looking at the equipment on the ground, and then looking at Wen Hao's expression as deep as water, Tie Jian's expression kept changing, and he was also engaged in a battle between heaven and man in his heart. With his fame and his age,
, with his strength, no matter what, training with these young mercenaries will make him lose his status.
But at the same time, what Wen Hao said is also true. Although he can create a first-class heavenly weapon now, there are not many people in the entire Western Continent who can create a first-class heavenly weapon. Although they can be proud of themselves, they are limited to those with strength below the Sword Emperor.
Warriors, facing the Sword Emperor, they still don't have the capital to be proud.
In terms of strength, he is already over sixty years old and is still a sword king. He may not be able to break through again in this life. However, although these mercenaries in front of him are weak now, he can kill them with a wave of his hand.
But they are better because they are young and have good talents. As long as they are given time, they may become masters of the Sword King in a few decades.
Thinking of this, Tie Jian finally sighed softly, with a lost expression on his face. Without saying any more, he bent down to pick up the equipment on the ground.
"Um...brother Wenhao, you see, grandpa is getting older. Forget about running..." Tie Zhui, who had been standing beside Tie Jian without daring to speak, saw the lost expression on Tie Jian's face.
, I felt a pain in my heart and couldn't help but said to Wen Hao.
Glancing at Tie Hammer indifferently, Wen Hao knew that Tie Hammer felt sorry for Tie Jian. After all, Tie Jian was already several dozen years old, and it was indeed inappropriate to train with these young people.
But Wen Hao has his own plan in his heart. He knows why Tie Jian wants to follow him. Wen Hao is not the kind of person who is stubborn. As long as Tie Jian can prove that he is an absolutely trustworthy person, then Wen Hao will definitely
I don't mind teaching him the hard-earned method.
Before gaining this kind of trust, the first thing Wen Hao has to do is to subdue Tie Jian and make him completely obey his orders. If he wants to completely subdue him, he must first get rid of his arrogance. Only by
Only in this way can it be possible to subdue him. After all, Wen Hao does not want to cultivate a casting master who is not under his control.
In addition, there is another reason why Wen Hao insists on letting Tie Jian train with everyone. With the talents of these young mercenaries in front of him, when they grow up, they will definitely become his core team, and through these few days of observation
, Wen Hao found that it was difficult for Tie Jian to integrate with everyone.
This made Wen Hao a little worried. If Tie Jian learns the art of tempering in the future, it will definitely become part of his core. If these core members cannot be integrated together, it will be difficult for them and the forces in the future.
There will definitely be an impact. This kind of result is what Wen Hao least wants to see, so he must take advantage of now to let them have more contact and understand each other.
Before Wen Hao could speak, the iron sword that was about to wear the armor was furious and jumped in front of the hammer. He stretched out his hands and grabbed the hammer in his hand. Then he turned it over and the hammer was like an eagle.
The chick under the claws crawled on the ground with its face down and its back up.
"Pah, pah, pah..." I saw Tie Jian's dry palm waving, and immediately, there was a muffled sound from Tie Hammer's butt.
"You little brat, you are really outrageous. You dare to call my teacher brother. Will I have to call you uncle from now on, and your father will have to call you master." Tie Jian's face turned red.
, he yelled angrily while beating him.
"Grandpa, I won't dare to do it again, just spare me this time!" Even though Tie Hammer is also a sword mad master and he is in his twenties, in front of Tie Jian, he is like a child.
, despite being spanked by the iron sword, he did not dare to resist at all.
Seeing the actions of the grandfather and grandson, Wen Hao's expression became extremely exciting. Now he finally understood why Iron Hammer was so afraid of Iron Sword. Looking at today's situation, Iron Hammer's butt must have been taken care of by Iron Sword in the past.
For a long time, Tie Jian didn't stop. Wen Hao finally couldn't stand it anymore and immediately coughed. At this time, Tie Jian seemed to have vented enough, stopped his hand, and let go of the poor iron hammer.
Tie Hammer stood up again, his face flushed, his hands tightly covering his buttocks, his head lowered, not daring to look at Tie Jian again. He looked like a woman who had just been raped.
Looking at the poor Tie Hammer, Wen Hao shook his head and said to Tie Jian: "Although Tie Hammer is your grandson, you taught him that I shouldn't say anything, but now that you are following me, you have to listen to me. From now on
From today on, you are no longer allowed to hit the hammer without my permission."
"Teacher, you have the final say." Tie Jian smiled respectfully at Wen Hao, then opened his eyes fiercely at Tie Hammer, frightening the latter to take two steps back.
Shaking his head, the long-term accumulation of prestige cannot be eliminated by just one or two words. Wen Hao had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being, and then slowly guide the hammer.
"Both of you are late today. Each of you has forty laps. Together with the team, you can't decide whether to go fast or slow. Do you understand?" Wen Hao looked at the iron sword and said solemnly.
"Understood." Tie Jian hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. He immediately picked up the equipment on the ground and started putting it on his body. In less than two minutes, he organized everything and quickly chased after the training team.
It wasn't until Tie Jian left that Tie Hammer came over, blushing, and whispered to Wen Hao: "Thank you."
"It's okay, we are all friends." As Wen Hao was saying this, he saw Tie Jian's face change slightly. When he remembered Tie Jian's words just now, he quickly said: "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, your grandpa won't dare to do anything."
I’ll fight again.”
After hesitating for a moment, Iron Hammer nodded and ran towards the team.