"My name is Stuart Beamon, and I think any of you know me...... I know you're all geniuses from all over the world, but do you know what you are in my eyes?"

Stuart stood on the high platform, looking down at the warlock below, his eyes full of disdain: "It's scum! It's scrap metal!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the geniuses in the audience suddenly turned blood-red, and they looked at Prince Beamon angrily one by one, as if they would rush up in the next moment.

However, as if not feeling the angry gaze, Stuart continued: "You must be polished and re-smelted here before you can be excavated to the slightest effect. ”

"Here, I have laid down a rule for you: you must obey my orders unconditionally, without any objection, even if you are asked to die, you must do it without hesitation, otherwise, you will bear the consequences. ”

The words fell, and the buzzing discussion immediately rang out.

Just like Stuart said, the warlocks standing here, the golden realm is fine, the strength is low, and they dare not blow up the thorns, but the king realm is the real pride of the sky, and they can be called the best warlocks in the federation, who doesn't have a little arrogance in their hearts?

Stuart came up with such a gratuitous belittlement, especially the absolute, very harsh order, which made these people feel very unhappy.

The voices of discussion are endless, but Yalian feels that things are not so simple, the new official takes office with three fires, especially in the face of this group of sharp-edged geniuses, if he doesn't burn it hard as soon as he comes up, and beat the arrogance down, the subsequent training, don't even think about going on.

I just don't know how the chief instructor plans to burn this fire.

Sure enough, I saw a cold light flickering in Stuart's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a dangerous smile.

The next moment, he said, "Now, all shut up." ”

This time he didn't speak loudly, but it wasn't small, just enough for every warlock to hear, even hear clearly, but if he didn't care, it was easy to ignore the past.

Aaron quickly closed his mouth and glanced at Candace, although Candice and Berende had few words, and Lucius was an old fritter, so there was no need to worry about it at all, but who knew if there would be an accident, after all, these were the proudest warlocks present.

The people present were worthy of the elite of the federation, and the overall volume of the crowd who were talking just now immediately decreased a lot, and the scene slowly fell silent.

But there are still people who don't shut up quickly.

"Good!"

Without waiting for the rest to react, Stuart smiled fiercely downward, and a mysterious aura burst out.

His eyes couldn't help but squint, and Aaron saw that in the crowd, there were more than a dozen people, their feet off the ground, dragged up by some kind of force.

These guys are the slowest people in the group to shut up.

They seemed to be strangled by an invisible rope and hung in the air, which was nothing to the warlocks present, let alone hanging for a while, even if they were hung for a year, there would be no problems.

But I don't know what means Prince Beamon used, just a moment of effort, these people's faces turned red one by one, as if ordinary people were being hanged.

It took a few seconds for Stuart to let go of the shackles on these people.

Poof!

There was a thud of solid flesh and stone slabs, and when the warlocks fell to the ground, they did not immediately stand up, but clutched their necks, gasping for air, their eyes showing fear.

They were literally close to death in those few seconds. Even, there were a few alchemists who didn't pay much attention to the physical body, and after they landed, there was no movement, obviously because of suffocation, and fell into a coma.

At this time, finally no one dared to make any noise.

Everyone, including Aaron, stared at the unconscious men with horror in their eyes.

This is a King Realm Warlock, even if he cuts off his head, he can grow one again, and in the hands of Prince Beamon, he actually seems to have become an ordinary person, thinking that if Stuart uses this method on his own hands......

I don't know if they all thought of going together, everyone shuddered in unison, and looked at Prince Beamon with eyes like they were looking at the demons of hell, no longer with their previous arrogance and sharpness.

A cruel smile appeared on Stuart's face, and he said: "Very good, I think now you should know that you are indeed a group of scum, you should be glad, because it is the first time we met, I have no intention of using the death quota, otherwise it will be too boring, so the scum of those scum just now, secretly rejoice." ”

"Oh, by the way, I'll tell you the good news, the death quota for this training is thirty percent, as for the specific number? You can count it yourself, anyway, it's enough for me to finish the game, by the way, this is the quota given to me by the president. ”

Originally, hearing that the number of deaths this time was an unprecedented percentage, and it was still thirty percent, it had already made some people pale and ready to find a relationship to appeal, but Prince Beamon's last sentence blocked their last hope.

The faces of these people became even more ugly, and in the eyes of Alian, there was even a trace of despair in buying these people, which made him feel very puzzled, when did the warlock of the King Realm become so weak?

Later, Aaron learned that these desperate warlocks were from the forces that had been in charge of punishing Prince Beamon in the first place.

Originally, the chief instructor of this training was Prince Beamon, which had already made them very worried, who knew that there was an unprecedented number of deaths, and it was the decision made by the president, so that they had no means to interfere at all, and whoever it was, it was estimated that they would be desperate.

"I hope that, in the end, I can run out of death places, and I hope you can help me with this idea. Finally, Stuart ended his speech with this sentence.

Aaron looked at Prince Beamon on the stage expressionlessly, and his heart was a little cold, because he found out through the eyes of emotion that the other party was actually playing real, not just scaring them as he imagined.

Only then did he realize that this chief instructor was an orc, and orcs were a race that brought the law of the jungle into full play.

Each orc must hunt a prey alone when he reaches adulthood, and if he fails, he will be expelled from the tribe, and most of the expelled tribes will die outside, and few will survive.

For orcs, what can't bring prey to the tribe is waste, and waste can only waste food, and no one cares about the life or death of a waste.

In the eyes of this Prince Beamon, I am afraid that those who cannot withstand his training are waste.

After thinking about this, Aaron sighed inwardly, glanced at Candace with some concern, and finally shook his head.

He knew how proud he was of his companions, and it was absolutely impossible for him to accept his help.

Next, a man who had been standing behind Stuart coughed lightly twice, took out a list, and stood up: "I am Daniel Pollitt, the assistant coach of the King's Department, now, among you you have to divide some teams, a team of five people, I will now pronounce the names of some captains, and the rest of the people are free to choose the team, of course, if someone wants to be the captain themselves, you can challenge those captains, as long as you win, you are the captain." ”

"Now, please come forward to the person whose name you hear it. ”

Compared to Stuart, this long-haired man who looked to be in his forties was much more gentle and kind.

"Joanna Burt ......"