Half a month later.

Reluctantly, Wren came out of Osilia's room, returned to his room, took out the Wizeland badge and opened the portal, and went directly to the third floor of the villa at Gerola Farm.

As soon as he came out of the portal, he heard a burst of shouts.

"Hurry up!"

"Faster!"

"If you're lagging behind, keep up immediately, or the timer won't work. ”

"The lap was slow, and the team that ran at the back was punished with fifty push-ups, which started now and couldn't continue until it was finished. ”

Wren walked to the window of the study, where the large open space in front of the villa had been transformed into a large playground, a circle three miles long and wide enough to accommodate several cars in parallel, and the ground was paved with a thick layer of sand and gravel to absorb water and not raise dust.

At this moment, more than 300 Kemerians were running around the playground.

It was close to noon, and they had been running since after breakfast, without stopping for a minute.

The three hundred men were divided into twenty squads of fifteen each, keeping their distances along, followed by an Transcendent Instructor.

At the front of the line, there was a mid-level shadow warrior leading the way, he kept running at a constant speed, the speed was not fast, and he still seemed very easy after running all morning, but the Kemer people who followed behind, everyone's clothes were soaked with sweat, and they gritted their teeth to follow, and some of them turned pale and seemed to fall down at any moment.

Training requires them not to run too fast and overtake the leader, but also not to fall behind or even stop.

From time to time, someone slowed down and fell behind, and the instructor immediately shouted a reminder.

These instructors are from the Dragonstone Mercenary Regiment, they are specially selected by Wren, and they all have fierce faces and show no mercy in training.

Even if you don't accept the slightest disobedience in training, the only thing you can get is a heavier punishment.

In addition to the mercenary instructors on the farm, there are several extreme warriors in charge, and Sicarius, as the chief instructor, has been directing the training for half a month.

He stood on the high platform on the edge of the playground and stared, and immediately sensed the arrival of the original body.

Looking in the direction of the villa, he found Wren's figure, so he ordered the other instructors to say a few words, left the training himself, and went upstairs into the study with a pummer.

"Boss!"

As soon as Sicarius came in, he poured bitter water, "The qualifications of these Kemerians are not outstanding, they are only slightly better than ordinary people, and they have been training for half a month, and they don't seem to be of much use. ”

Wren saw through his mind at a glance, and couldn't stay on the farm anymore.

"Why didn't it work?" Wren said with a smile, "At first, the best of them could only run for an hour, but now it's no problem to run for four or five hours in a row, at least in terms of endurance, they have improved a lot." ”

"Is that progress also called?" said Sicarius, with some disdain.

Pull out a random person from the Makulag tribe, even if it is a child of three or four years old, his physical strength is better than that of these Kemers, and at such a slow pace, he will not get tired after running all day.

He shook his head disapprenously, "The boss provides them with a bottle of 'Junior Troll Elixir' every day, and they can change to a healthy person at will, with the assistance of potions, and they will not be bad for half a month of training." ”

Wren couldn't help but be silent.

There is some truth in Sicarius's observation.

Primary Troll Elixir, which is a potion made from the blood of a troll, can quickly restore strength, eliminate fatigue, and repair minor damage in the body. Ordinary people who use this medicine can withstand more intense training, improve endurance, and will not become sick from overwork.

Without medicine, running around the drill all day long, ordinary people can't hold on for a few days and will collapse.

Although this is only the lowest-level elixir, the price of a bottle is only two gold guilders, but it can't stand the large amount, more than three hundred Kemer people each have a bottle, and they have to invest six hundred gold guilders every day.

In half a month, more than 9,000 gold shields were consumed.

Wren also provided them with nutritious food, and the instructors of the Dragonstone Mercenary Regiment also had to pay extra fees, adding up to more than 10,000 gold guilders.

And this more than 10,000 gold shields in exchange for only insignificant progress.

Only a dozen of the more than 300 Kemerians stand out, and they have the potential to pass the Soul Transformation Ritual, but the chances are not very high.

With so much money, it is not worth it to only cultivate a dozen transcendents who don't have much strength.

In fact, not only Sicarius, but also the instructors of the mercenary group could not understand it.

In their opinion, Wren's attempt this time was a failure.

It is very difficult to cultivate an extraordinary army that is completely loyal to an individual or family, and those great nobles and lords, which one of them has not spent more than ten years or even decades and invested countless resources to barely build a transcendent army of hundreds of people?

None of the people around Wren who knew about it were optimistic about him.

Emilys was a little worried at first, after Wren built the Transcendent Legion, he would no longer need his own mercenary group.

However, after watching the training of the Kmerians, all her worries vanished, and she repeatedly hinted to Wren that as long as she reached a closer relationship with her, the Dragonstone Mercenary Regiment could sign a multi-year employment contract at her disposal, and there was no need to cultivate the Transcendent Legion.

Wren refused without hesitation.

He has his own plans, and what others can't do doesn't mean he can't either.

The training method of the Kemer people is arranged by Wren, only running, but running is not only to exercise their physique, the real purpose is to test their willpower.

The key to passing the ritual of soul transformation is the will, that is, the strength of the soul.

Each of the three hundred Kemers was personally selected by Wren, questioned them individually in person, probed their status with the eye of the soul, excluded those who were gloomy or liar, and had no problem with loyalty, and then took pictures of them with his mobile phone, recording the soul information and the origin of their names.

Three hundred out of more than 1,000 Kemer people have an average potential that is already higher than that of ordinary people.

Among them, men account for the majority, and women are even less, only about 40.

These women may seem weak, but their souls and wills are no less than those of men. The transcendent path is essentially an evolution, and when you have supernatural powers, the differences between the sexes are weakened and not so important.

Wren treated them all the same and picked them in.

Every three days, he would re-observe everyone, take photos and records, and make detailed data sheets for comparison.

A person whose soul has been slightly improved is considered qualified.

There is no change in the soul of the two records, and it is generally a weak-willed person who is stealing and playing tricks, and is directly eliminated, and someone is selected from the rest of the Kemer people to supplement.

After several rounds of selection and half a month of boring running training, the soul will of these more than 300 people has been strengthened.

They look tired on the outside, and the improvement of their physique is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the transcendentals, but the changes on the inside, only Wren is clear.

In his plan, this was enough.

The goal has been achieved, and there is not much point in continuing to train and run.

At the end of the morning training, there was an hour's break at noon, and when the Kemer people had eaten a hearty lunch, they were notified to assemble at the playground.

They walked out of the cafeteria with some confusion, and immediately saw Wren standing on the platform.

"Your Lord!"

More than 300 Kemer people were bright-eyed, and they hurriedly ran to the playground to assemble without caring about their exhaustion.

After half a month of training, they have been able to find their teammates very skillfully, standing in twenty rows, looking at Wren with anti-expectation.

The entire playground was silent, waiting for the lord's scrutiny.

Wren's gaze slowly swept over everyone, and the Soul Eye snapped their state for a new round of records.

In just a few minutes, he was able to compare the data.

"Your training is here first, and today you have a half-day rest. Wren first announced the good news to the delight of the audience, and then continued: "The people who read the names are out of the line. Fadar, Robbie, Elvira, Desen, Dilana, Gwyneth ......"

Everyone immediately realized that there must be something good about the person who can be called by the lord.

They were nervous and looking forward to hearing their names.

Wren read out ten names in one breath, these people were all the most outstanding potential among the three hundred, and the improvement of the soul will changed the most.

They all stood up with surprise and joy.

"Come on, get ready to come with me. Wren looked at the others in the audience and comforted: "They are just the first batch, everyone has a chance, disband." ”

With that, he opened a portal and walked in first.

In the halls of the castle, Wren watched the ten Kmerians walk out of the portal, all of them using the portal for the first time, feeling both novel and apprehensive.

When the portal closed, they found themselves in a quaint castle hall, surrounded by many servants, all of them immediately cramped and uneasy, the smell of sweat and embarrassment on their bodies was out of place here, and they didn't even know where to put their hands and feet.

Wren waved his hand and ordered, "Fabian, let someone help them wash up and arrange a room to rest." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The Wind Elf is now the Grand Butler of the Glamorgan Domain, and as long as Wren is in the castle, he is always there to serve him.

Wren himself entered the mechanical alchemy room and continued to work on his own firearms research.

It was a few hours before he came out and gathered again ten Kemers, who had regained their strength, changed into brand new clothes, and were refreshed.

Eight of these people were men and two women.

There is no regular age distribution between them, the youngest is only eighteen years old, still a girl, and the oldest is almost thirty years old, and looks relatively stable.

The greatest potential is a young man named Desen, who has just reached the age of twenty, and in just half a month, his soul strength has increased by one-third. If he had been trained a few years earlier, he would almost certainly have become a transcendent and had the potential to cast spells.

And, his sister was also selected, but not among the ten.

Wren nodded with satisfaction, "Follow me." ”