Soon, the 39 caravan members discovered that the skeletons seemed to be tightly guarded, but the restrictions on them were not very large.

When one of them walked out the door, a skeleton passed by him.

The man was so frightened that his hair stood on end, but the skeleton didn't do anything to him.

He grew bold, walked through the corridor, and when a ray of sunlight pierced the darkness, he blocked it with his hand, looked at the rolling yellow earth outside, and felt the familiar rolling heat, and he staggered out and walked out of the castle as if fascinated.

With the first, there is the second, and the third.

Soon, they found that as long as they didn't go to a few fixed places, the skeletons didn't care much about them.

Of course, they didn't plan to leave.

There are no camels, no food, no water, and just walking into the desert is looking for death.

The desert, in itself, is a big cage.

Meals are delivered regularly every day, they can go out for a walk in the morning and evening, they can brag and fart to each other during the day, and sleep at night, such days, except for some homesickness, are simply not too good, and soon they will fall.

After a long time, just when the group was about to be raised, Angela appeared.

Looking at this sentence, which obviously fattened a circle of caravan members, Angela frowned.

Turning his head, he said a few words to the general beside him.

The general's image has obviously changed drastically, because Angela has helped him cultivate a coat, which is put on his body, and the hollow eye sockets are replaced by glass eyeballs, and it seems that this is a bald and white-skinned man with an expressionless face who exudes a cold breath all over his body.

Coupled with a set of chain mail, covered with a layer of white clothes, with a long sword around his waist, and a pair of desert wolf leather boots on his feet, a mighty iron-blooded swordsman appeared, and there was no trace of the ugly iron skeleton at all.

The general didn't speak, he just nodded silently.

After Angela left, the general's gaze swept over the group of caravan members.

Anyone who was swept by his gaze was trembling, as if he was being targeted by some kind of fierce beast, which was terrifying.

Day 2......

"Ahh

A group of people howled across the desert, and behind them were a group of skeletons in full armor.

Whoever ran slowly, he was hit on the ass again, and suddenly blood came out, screaming and exerting force with his feet, and his speed increased.

In the face of such humiliation, the caravan members did not dare to fight back.

Because there was a counterattack before, but now it is part of the skeleton.

You can see that the skeletons are eager for them to fight back.

With Angela's ban, they can't kill the caravan members on their own initiative, but if the caravan members attack them, that's another matter.

Therefore, the members of the caravan wisely chose to follow their hearts, and under the ruthless gaze of the general, under the sunset, they ran wantonly.

The good days of the caravan members are gone.

……

Bite!

The two scimitars staggered, and the flames burst out.

Beads of sweat rolled down Agthius's forehead, dripping on the hot ground and turning into wisps of green smoke.

He was facing a flesh skeleton, an extremely terrifying opponent.

In the face of flesh and bones, his speed is completely abused, his strength is inferior, and all he can rely on is skill, but skill ...... Scold!

Bang!

Agthius blocked three stabs in one go, but he forgot to block the top but forgot the bottom, and was kicked in the knee by the flesh skeleton, and one stumbled, and his face was distorted in pain.

Unsteady under his feet, his natural body fell apart, and he was forced to break through the defense by the flesh and blood skeleton, and smashed his fist on the chin, and suddenly the world spun around, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

Unable to get up on his stomach on the ground, Agreus was dragged aside like a dead dog, and then another trembling companion was pushed out.

"Ahh

The companion screamed and rushed forward in grief.

Dingdingding......

Bang bang bang......

The shield was knocked down, the spear was knocked away, and the companion himself was beaten by an old punch, and fell to the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face, and was dragged like a dead dog to Achilles.

Agreus just glanced at his companion, and his hair stood on end.

Miserable, miserable!

I saw that his companion's eyes were bruised and swollen, his cheeks were high and bulging, and his eyebrows were broken.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that this thing was the most handsome of his group.

However, it's still quite refreshing to see him in this miserable appearance, and Agreus will never admit that he is jealous of this guy because he is handsome and doesn't have to spend money to ***.

Since that day, when the mysterious gray-robed man appeared in front of them again, their nightmare has come.

First of all, physical recovery training, long-distance running, sprinting, weightlifting, smashing stones and a series of measures.

When they recovered and even better, an even more terrible nightmare came, because this time it was martial arts training.

Fist and foot weapons, as well as reaction training, can be summed up as being beaten.

Training fists and feet is beating, training weapons is also beating, and training reaction ability is to be stoned by a group of skeletons.

As far as Agthiis is concerned, it seems that his ability to resist blows and recover has improved the fastest.

Now, the dizziness in his mind was gone, and he was throbbing all over, as if he had been torn apart.

Angela stood at the top of the castle, looked at the group of people below, silently ticked Agreus in her heart, and then said a word to the general beside her.

The general nodded, then opened his mouth, and the teeth of the upper and lower jaws collided a few times, and the sound spread, and a flesh skeleton walked up to Agreus, and dragged him out to continue training amid Agreus's screams.

"Don't, don't! Why, why do I train more! ”

"Ahh

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Poof!"

Agreus lay on the ground like a dead dog, his eyes teary, why, why him, could he have done something wrong.

He didn't know, not that he was doing something wrong, but because he was the best in the group, because he was favored by Angela.

She is not very old, has a strong learning ability, has good physical fitness, and can recognize the situation, and in these comprehensive considerations, Angela decided to give him that opportunity to become an experiment.

In fact, it is not an experimental product, it is already a semi-finished product.

In Angela's hands, the experiment has been able to maintain a 99% success rate.

Unfortunately, the environment here is too simple, so the success rate has decreased.

Angela intends to implant the steel gene into his body.

There's a reason for that.