Chapter 67: Initial Training

"Now the first task I give you is to remember. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Thor stood in front of fifty warriors and said in a loud voice: "Recall a state. ”

The warriors had even more confused expressions on their faces, and they felt that Noem had said a lot of incomprehensible things today.

Thor's gaze swept over each of them and explained to them, "Remember the strong storm we encountered as we migrated south?"

Thor's words made everyone present fall into deep thought, and Pompeii was also standing in the ranks, and as the tallest man after Kratos, he was undoubtedly chosen.

At this time, he also recalled the unprecedented storm, and vaguely he seemed to think of what Noem was going to say.

"Do you remember - some of you have undergone some physical changes during the storm?"

Thor induced step by step, and said slowly: "In that crisis, you burst out with far more power than usual, you became powerful, tireless, tenacious, aggressive, even crazy, in short, you became completely different at that time. ”

With Thor's prompting, the eyes of many warriors suddenly brightened, and Pompeii suddenly recalled the scene at that time, his unwillingness, his anger, and a hot current surged into his heart, and in an instant he was in a trance and returned to the rain.

Lightning and thunder roared, the wind howled, Nome pressed against the cart, and the warriors clawed their hands to hold down the cart that carried the expectations of the entire tribe.

He hated, hated that the "Heavens" wanted to deprive him of the home he had just acquired, that the "Heavens" wanted to destroy everything that made him happy, and his eyes seemed to see a storm approaching the corners of the cliffs, and that he was going to destroy this hard-won peaceful life.

The laughing Bertha, the shrewd little adult, the gentle Miss Diana, the black tooth who always likes to joke with himself, the wise old man Morey, and the most respected warrior Kratos, a figure glides before Pompeii's eyes.

Even the mysterious and always gloomy and silent Kaziba, the Paladin and Ingvar, who have not been close to each other for a long time, and the seemingly terrifying but already integrated dire wolves all over the cliff corners, and finally Noam Saul, who is the most revered in his heart.

Pompeii seemed to see all this disintegrate in an instant in the fierce rain and fierce winds, and ashes.

Finally, like a hallucination, I heard a "pop" in the dark, as if the water rushed through the bottle cap, the horse galloped out of the cage, and the surging river was no longer blocked by the cliffs, roaring and unstoppable rushing away, pouring thousands of miles.

A loud bang erupted in his ears, and a familiar sensation returned to him, and Pompey only felt that strength flowed endlessly from his lower abdomen, as if it were going to fill his limbs with this force.

Thor had long felt that the Barbarian's ability similar to madness would definitely become a weapon of mass destruction, so the first goal after the establishment of the army was to let professional soldiers master this madness ability.

But what to do, Thor himself actually didn't know, he could only guide the people, reminiscing about the rainy night when the madness frequently occurred, and trying to experiment with all the methods he thought of in his spare during this time.

But something unexpected happened, and less than half an hour after Thor's words were finished, and more than fifty warriors were still immersed in their memories, Pompey's body suddenly rose with a strong momentum.

No one can see it more clearly than Thor, who is facing everyone head-on, and even the black tooth next to him didn't pay attention to it for the first time because he was caught in the memory.

Saul promises that this is the most incredible and magical picture he has seen since he came to this world.

It was fleeting, but it left him completely unable to explain what was happening.

A red light flashed on Pompeii's body, as if his blood would glow at that moment, and after a brief flash, Pompeii's muscles were like bulging mountains, deducing the vicissitudes of life in less than half an hour.

The muscles are high and bulging, and you can feel the explosive power within, just by looking at it.

Standing on Thor's right hand, Kratos, who had maintained a cold demeanor with his arms around his chest, couldn't help but be stunned, squinted his eyes, and actually looked Pompeii up and down seriously.

"Good!" Thor couldn't help but exclaim, who would have thought that Pompeii would have such a talent, he could make this guy go crazy in no time just by mentioning the scene of the storm.

The others also stopped remembering, and stared blankly at the frenzied Pompeii, and the warriors who had been standing beside him couldn't help but take a few steps back, leaving a small space for him to be left alone.

At this time, Pompey's height was thirty centimeters taller out of thin air, and the barbarian, who was originally more than two meters tall, looked close to two meters five or six at this time, and his eyes were red, like a furious beast.

The arms and thighs have become longer, as if a bone has grown out of thin air, and the muscles are solid, and when the body grows longer, it does not appear too protruding, but gives people the feeling of being rock-solid.

The whole person is well-proportioned, like a cheetah in the most alert state and tense the whole body, a red light flashes on the skin from time to time, it is fleeting in the blink of an eye, but it adds a bit of mystery, and the explosive power does not need to be felt Everyone can see it.

Shaking his head, Thor asked himself that he couldn't beat Pompeii in this state, and that except for Kratos, no one else in the audience could really take a punch from him.

"Is this ......?" Pompey looked down in disbelief as he raised his hands to his chest, exclaiming in disbelief, he himself had never expected to complete the changes he had made so easily.

However, it came and went quickly, and just as Pompey looked at himself carefully, his body seemed to be deflated by a ball, and suddenly became shorter, and his limbs and muscles changed back to their previous appearance in a short moment, the red light was gone, and his eyes returned to their normal appearance.

"Noam—" Pompey looked at Thor a little embarrassed, scratching his head in shame that he had suddenly changed back again.

"It's okay," Thor stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said happily, "You're doing a great job, I didn't expect you to go berserk so quickly." ”

"Madness?" Pompey asked, puzzled, frowning and incomprehensible.

"Ah, that's what you just did, the state of change, I call it madness. Thor explained, snapping his fingers.

Pompeii nodded understandingly, and Thor digressed from the subject, returning to the main point and happily saying to the others, "This is what you need to practice - like Pompeii, become a state of madness, and then learn to maintain it until you can become mad at will and use it in battle. ”

After saying that, he turned his head and laughed again, and said to Pompey happily: "Tell me, how did you do it just now?"

Then the warriors formed a circle, gathered Pompeii in the center, and listened to him tell his story of his madness.

Thor also listened attentively on the side, and after listening for a while, he realized that madness requires large emotional fluctuations to cause, just like igniting a fire, only high heat can ignite objects, and the same is true for madness, but heat becomes emotion.

He touched his chin and kept thinking, madness should not be difficult for the warriors, the difficulty is to maintain, after a moment of high-volume emotional outburst, how to maintain a stable state still needs a lot of practice.

Thor also secretly set the stage of the warriors' madness training in his heart, the initial madness, then the maintenance, then the maintenance of the madness state of fighting, and finally if there is still strength left, you can try to maintain the madness state for daily life, but everything has to be based on practice, after all, most of it is still only his inference.