"You bunch of waste, you can't hold out for even an hour, why do you think you can stop the nezumi!?"

The instructor's saliva flew in the sun, and he walked past the soldiers who maintained the rhythm of the breathing method in front of him.

The existence of the creation of the breathing method has long been inquisitive, but the consensus of most people is that the ancient arcanists created the breathing method - magic is what makes the Allen continent extraordinary, and the essence of the breathing method is to imitate the caster to absorb the magic power, retain the magic power in the body, and transform the body.

However, there is also a folk saying that "the breathing method is a great warrior who is not willing to be the power of a magician and develops a way to step into the transcendental" - think about it and know that it is impossible. The more complex the structure, the more knowledge is required to build it, and the farmer in the village will not be able to build a mage tower in his lifetime.

For example, if the goblins of the Rancid Moor make a Golem, even if they know the structure of the Golem and are the descendants of the Golem Maker, they will only spend several days at most building a Mud Golem out of silt.

This breathing technique, which mimics the caster's ability to absorb magical power, requires the use of muscles throughout the body, and most recruits who have only been fed for a few months are forced to break after only a few minutes of being unable to sustain themselves, while veterans who can hold out longer are glaring at their outspoken instructors.

"Why are you staring so big? That's how you stare at the nezumi on the battlefield? The instructor with brown hair mixed with silver threads was not afraid of their gaze, and continued to spit: "Do you know how long I practiced breathing for the first time?" Two hours! I will praise you for being able to last two hours after three months! But do you deserve to be praised by me? ”

"Hellfire? Scold...... Why don't you call it 'fire from a circus performer'!? ”

The anger of the soldiers was so substantial that even the recruits could not bear it, clenching their fists and trying to pounce.

What a bunch of awesome guys......

Lyric thought with relief.

Next, this group of bloody warriors will rush up and beat themselves, then be knocked down by dozens of themselves, then pretend to be exhausted, and finally boast about the effect of breathing to make them work harder......

Anger and hatred can make people lose their minds, but they can also make people extremely powerful.

Then he heard footsteps approaching behind him.

"Do you teach breathing like that?"

"Uh...... Lord Annan. Lyric, who looked like he was about to become Annan's father, was a little flustered, "I'm just saying this to ...... Motivate them. We actually all know how great this group of lads are......"

Don't look at this group of people who support Olmedo are xenophobic, and they are grouped, and they look down on the three army commanders who are refugees in every way...... But no one had a problem with Annan - not to mention that Olmedo knew whether he would pick their skins or not, and they were all aware of the city's skills. Who can hate a lord who has made money all day and comes back and smashes all the money on the territory and them?

"I know." Annan glanced at the soldiers who hated the instructor, "I just think that if you don't want to beat your head while walking at night in Liberty City in the future, it's best to find a chance to explain." ”

Annan only listened for a while, and then wanted to summon lemons for the instructor to experience the "water hell".

Lyric wanted to say nothing, but he suddenly remembered that with the importance that Annan attached to the Hellfire Legion, as long as these soldiers did not die in the future, they would inevitably become the main force of Freetown......

When the time comes, they will treat them back as they treat them.

"I got it......"

"But I've seen several squads, and only yours is the most 'energetic'."

"What do you mean ......"

"Intensify your efforts."

After Annan expressed his support, Lyric instantly put Mingzhe's self-protection behind, and roared angrily as a shower: "Lord Annan expressed his disappointment with you, and a third of them have not passed in ten minutes, why don't you go out with spices and let the rat people save a little effort!" ”

Lyric showed his 100% viciousness, but unfortunately, the soldiers were also inspired by Annan's arrival, and hid their anger in their hearts with tears in their eyes.

Looking at the young and distorted faces, Lyric suddenly wondered if he should wear a helmet when he went out in the future......

In the evening, Lyric, who had finished his day's teaching, and the other instructors headed to the cafeteria.

"What is this?"

The other instructors looked at the helmet that Lyric was wearing on his head in amazement.

"Helmet"

"I mean, why are you wearing a helmet?"

"Who eats without a helmet?"

"What's going on?" Blom approached surrounded by his nephew and men.

"I ...... Alas......"

Lyric had no choice but to tell the story that the plan had been broken by Annan, and was unsurprisingly ridiculed by his colleagues.

"I knew it."

"They didn't give money, why are you so desperate?"

"It's just a bunch of mudbloods, just teach them."

The instructors were gossiping, Blom frowned when he listened, and his nephew Sveen, who already thought he was from Liberty City, couldn't help but accuse.

Just then, a herald ran over and said that the Captain of the Fermi Regiment had announced that the fifty squads would be graded after three months, with the final selected centurion as the score, and the higher the score, the better the instructor's reward.

Blom, who looked at all this, smiled: "Your perfunctory work has been discovered, so if you don't want to cause trouble, show your real skills." ”

The next day, Annan went around the camp again, and the instructors really got serious.

The rating was not only Fermi's idea, but also half of Annan's suggestion.

As he returned from the camp to the Lord's Palace, Olmedo, who was standing in front of the window, asked her, "You seem to care about the Hellfire Legion?" ”

"Who doesn't like their people moving forward every day?" Annan said with interest: "If I didn't know how to breathe, maybe I would have picked a team to train." ”

"Then you can win by doing nothing."

Olmedo seemed to see the soldiers learn that Annan was their instructor.

The three legions had different attitudes towards Annan, the guards were loyal, the hellfire was fanatical, and only the musketeers had not yet formed their own style because they were still young, but they still carried worship and loyalty.

"That's right."

Annan followed and looked out the window, only to see Luo Xi take off his plate armor and hand it to the guards outside the door as he walked, and walked into the city lord's mansion.

Knock Knock Knock –

After a while, footsteps came to the living room on the second floor.

He looked a little angry, and only then did he restrain himself when he saw Annan here.

"What's wrong with you?"

“…… It's not fair. Rosie hesitated for a while, and whispered with grievances: "Hellfire they are more numerous, the instructors are better, how can we compare to them in the Freedom Cup in three months......"

Normally, Annan would have tried to be fair, but now he suddenly had a good idea:

"I have a plan, how about you select 100 people from the Guards Legion and give them to me to train, and let them compete against the Hellfire Legion in three months?"

"Well, Lord Annan, that's not what I meant......"

"Then it's decided!"

(End of chapter)