In a makeshift clearing, Merlin Avery and middle-aged pilgrim Ox Sharp stood side by side, commanding a small team of ten pilgrim apprentices for training. These people were dressed in black leather armor, wore wide-brimmed iron helmets, held sharp war knives with colorful steel flowers, and had axes and potion satchels hanging from their belts - both in terms of weapons and equipment, and in terms of movement passwords, they were extremely characteristic of the regular army of the Red Empire.

For the vast majority of barbarian warriors, the Imperial Army's battle formations were a deadly headache, and although they expressed extreme disdain, they were actually interested in watching the battle formations training and trying to figure out what was going on.

Among the crowd of onlookers, Kenobi Hawkeye was the most relaxed one. There was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, his right hand gently patted the leather wine bag on his waist, and his eyes narrowed into a line, looking lazy as if he was about to fall asleep.

The attitude of Don Homer, the leader of the barbarian warriors of the Black Lizard tribe, was not so relaxed. The most coarse and unliterate barbarians usually have two extremes of knowledge in the face of knowledge, some with extreme disgust and others with blind worship. Don Homer's personality was clearly the latter, and every time Merlin Avery gave orders, every change in the array of the Pilgrim's apprentice team, made his cheek muscles twitch, and his expression seemed to be experiencing a terrible toothache.

"Hey, Brother Kenobi!" Seeing that the chief pilgrim was already dozing off little by little, Homer couldn't bear it anymore and patted him on the shoulder, "For the sake of the Father, would you be a little more serious?

Kenobi grinned, he was not inferior to Don Homer, but pilgrims were not usually known for their strength, and the blow to the shoulder was really uncomfortable. "It's just a small trick that doesn't come in handy, but it's really a training method for the Red Empire's army, if you give him a month to continue training like this, you may be able to lose a little more decently in the dueling arena. ”

Homer blinked his little eyes suspiciously. Even among the barbarian samurai, who were known for their simplicity, Don Homer was the best of the barbarians, and the samurai of the Black Lizard tribe were generally considered to be more stupid than the other tribes, but to a large extent, it was the illusion that the samurai leader gave to outsiders.

"I don't believe it, Brother Kenobi, that man—" he pointed at Merlin Avery, "at first glance he wasn't the material of a warrior, his head must be full of ideas, like our Elder Glazer." ”

Kenobi looked a little embarrassed at the back of the samurai leader, and an old shaman who seemed to have just walked over. "Well, Brother Homer, I'll explain it to you. He sighed, secretly regretting his decision to come to watch the training.

"Brother Avery—oh, the man you said had a head full of evil ideas, and is now training the young apprentices of our walking tribe in the same way that he trained Imperial soldiers. In my opinion, his training method does have some merit, but in such a short period of time, it does not have any real effect, and it can cause confusion in habits. ”

Homer rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "That's right, I remember that the Celerians did just that, and hired a fat Imperial stupid pig as the commander, trying to change our fighting habits. As a result, I brought thirty or forty subordinates, and a single charge defeated the two hundred men led by Fat Dudu, and the head of the Sailian never mentioned the matter of changing habits. ”

"If it were Brother Avery, you wouldn't have won so easily. Kenobi spread his hands and said in a somewhat mocking tone, "He is not a fat imperial stupid pig, but he has personally experienced the bloody battle that even the conqueror Arahan has bled to, and he has played a great role." ”

"That's why I'm a little worried, Brother Kenobi, I don't see anything anyway, and if you say don't worry, I'll go back to sleep." ”

"Go and sleep...... Well, but I have a thought, should we give Brother Avery a face? Not intentionally losing to him, of course, but should we relax a little bit and let him lose less ugly?"

The samurai leader was stunned for a moment, then showed a fierce smile that belonged to a carnivore, "I won't relax, hey, if you're going to relax, then relax." I and my subordinates can win this challenge!"

"It's just a suggestion, well, then I'm not going to relax. Kenobi scratched his hair, sighed a little helplessly, and his gaze fell on Avery himself, "It's not that I'm embarrassing you regardless of my friendship, Brother Avery seriously, instead of making you the unsuitable captain, it is better to do logistics work instead, and that is the position where you can really use your abilities." ”

Merlin Avery trained for three and a half days, and every morning he stood in the middle of the clearing, giving orders, training the young apprentices to line up in battle, and in the afternoon he explained when and how to use various alchemical items.

His efforts were not worthless, and the young apprentices quickly lined up in a decent line, and at the last training camp, they also had some performative equipment on their bodies, and they formed groups to fight against each other, and carried out a drill with quite gorgeous visual effects.

The performance did have some effect, but there were still very few people who favored Avery to win the challenge. Don Homer found Kenobi again, and the two of them had a discussion in the tent, and when they came out, the chief pilgrim was embarrassed, and the samurai leader looked triumphant.

A simple mind does not mean that his personality is necessarily upright, and Homer has been able to sit in the position of samurai leader for more than ten years, of course, not only by virtue of his amazing strange strength, but also by his own brutal and logical and unique way of doing things.

Homer's idea was very simple, since he couldn't understand Avery Inside's cards, he would find someone to test it first. Reluctantly agreeing to the samurai leader's request, Kenobi secretly assembled a team of pilgrims and told them to test the progress of the apprentices without Merlin Avery.

The temptation took place on the eve of the challenge, and eight pilgrims with more than five years of combat experience took advantage of the darkness to sneak into the vicinity of the apprentices' residences. However, Kenobi made a mistake when assembling the group, forgetting that the apprentices were not living alone, but with the middle-aged pilgrim Ox Sharp Eye, who was only slightly inferior to him.

The Pilgrim team had barely infiltrated before they were discovered, and under the scolding of Oaks Sharp Eyes, they could only show up one by one with embarrassed faces, exchanging bewildered glances with each other.

Avery was awakened from his slumber by the noise, and when he walked out of the hut, he couldn't help laughing or crying. "Brother Kenobi isn't supposed to be a neurotic fellow, how could he make such a farce?"

This would not have been Brother Kenobi's idea. "But there's no guarantee that Homer, Brother Kenobi has sent these men just to remind him that I'm here, and even if he came in person, he wouldn't be able to avoid my eyes." ”

"Or maybe he just forgot about you. Avery shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand a little appreciatively, then looked around at the embarrassed-looking pilgrims, "Well, since you're all so curious, it would be nice to have a warm-up contest." Brother Oakes, please gather our team and show the results of our training during this time!" (To be continued.) )