By the time the sun had fully risen, thirty-one reservists, including Wren, had already walked up the steps and gathered on the platform outside the temple gate—it was so wide that even a small plaza would be enough.

"In front of you is a monument inscribed with the words of Akron the Holy Able, which, though few words, is full of the legendary hero's earnest teachings for the generations to come. Especially for all the gentlemen present, these four sentences must be kept in mind, and they will become your oath to protect to the death. ”

Misella, as archbishop, was the first to speak: "Reject greatness, if it is rendered by innocent blood; Reject the accomplishment if it is made up of innocent lives; We are the light that pierces the darkness and dispels the fire of the herd; It is the shield of the good but the weak, and the spear in their hands. ”

The thirty-one Demon Hunter Reservists enthusiastically followed the archbishop and repeated these four words, each one louder than the other, and their flushed faces were full of excitement, as if they had become real witchers at this time, mortal enemies of evil, warriors of light.

Wren's voice was also very loud, which he didn't even notice himself, and his heart was filled with an inexplicable yearning - this is the effect of the collective effect.

It's like a college student who doesn't like sports, but when he is forced by the hateful women's league secretary to sign up for the school's pit dad sports meeting, he will also try his best to win good results in the competition, because the moment he is on the sports field, the warm atmosphere will make him have a strong sense of participation, and he will think: 'I can do it, I must be able to, my sweat is worthy of cheers and applause'.

To Wren, Rhodes was the hateful secretary of the group.

But either way, it does feel good, Wren thought to himself, Brother Shuk was right, this kind of opportunity is not something that everyone can come across, why not use it to make yourself stronger?

"Very well, you can see that you all have a lot of energy. Thirty...... Thirty-one, in my opinion, each of you is a rare talent, after all, being selected as a demon hunter reserve shows that you have outstanding talents and abilities......"

After the voices of the young men in front of her subsided, Miccera said with satisfaction. But when her gaze swept over Wren, a look of regret flashed in her eyes.

Wren keenly captured the meaning in her eyes, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then a wave of anger rose in his heart.

Damn, this old woman is regretting, isn't she? Wren thought indignantly, I'm sorry that I came to report as promised, I'm afraid in her heart, she was still looking forward to not seeing me here, wait and see, when you are surprised.

“…… But I must emphasize that the Demon Hunter Squad is not an idle combat organization, and there is no shortage of talent, so it is still unknown how many of the thirty-one reservists will eventually become real Demon Hunters. But don't be too discouraged if you don't get elected, there are other ways for you to serve the Most High God, and we, as servants of Dinos, only divide the responsibilities and the high and the low. ”

After Misetla finished speaking, she glanced at Wren again, intentionally or unintentionally, and then moved slightly to the side, letting Rhodes out.

"I'm Rod Palmer......"

As soon as Rod spoke, a number of voices interrupted him excitedly:

"Oooo The legendary Wrath of the Gods! ”

"Lord Rhodes, Chief Witcher!!"

"Finally seeing me! Could you please sign me? Just sign it on my shirt, okay? ”

Rhodes smiled and motioned for everyone to be quiet, but this was not an easy task, if these young men who were determined to fight for God until they gave their lives had great respect for Archbishop Mycella, then they were fanatical worshippers of Rhodes.

Each of them was looking forward to seeing Rhodes in person, and each of them had a head full of questions and a stomach full of things to tell Rhodes personally, and now that they finally got what they wanted, how could they not be excited?

Wren looked at the tears in the eyes of the guy next to him stupidly, and reflected in his heart whether he was a little disrespectful to Rod in the first place, after all, if anyone here was recommended by Rod himself, then that person would probably explode on the spot with joy, right?

Yes, this is Rod's influence, Mycera sighed in her heart, she originally had a lot of knots about allowing Wren to enter the reserves, but now she was relieved to see the excited expressions of these young people, and this was just a small microcosm of the large number of people who admired Rod.

How can such a character retire? Even if it's worth opening a little back door to keep him.

"Alright, let me say a few words now, time is running out at the moment, and the days ahead are still long."

Rhodes raised his voice slightly, "Yes, I am the chief witcher now, but I will not be the chief witcher forever, even the wrath of the gods will be injured and old, and one day this burden will be lifted, and this burden must be carried by someone, so here you are today - even if you know very well what dangers and trials you will face in the future." As the supreme commander of the Demon Hunting Squad, I sincerely thank you for coming. ”

Wren's heart pounded when he heard this, but instead of looking at him, Rhodes continued: "Fighting is a terrible thing, and I have always thought so—whether it is glorious or despicable, it is a terrible thing. But the darkness will not fade away on its own, evil will not disappear for no reason, and someone will always need to guard the light and defend justice, so although the battle is terrible, it cannot be avoided. And I have only one request for you, that is, I hope that every knife you wield, every arrow you shoot, and every life you erase in the future will have a clear conscience. Keep this in mind, especially when faced with confusion and helplessness. ”

"That's all I have to say, now let our Brother Shuk lead you to the teleportation room, where you will be transported to the Demon Hunter Reserve Training Camp, located a thousand meters underground, for a year of intensive training."

As Rod's voice fell, Old Shuk stood in front of everyone, "Okay, good guys, please go with me old guy, keep up, keep up, don't stare at Lord Rhodes reluctantly, I promise that as long as you train hard, then everyone will have a chance to become the chief witcher in the future, of course, the difficulty is very high." But at the very least, you'll all be able to get an autograph from Lord Rhodes at the end of the session......"

Led by Old Shuke, the reservists walked into the temple one by one, and Wren walked at the end of the line, and couldn't help but glance back, just in time for the way Rhodes looked at him.

Rod opened his mouth silently, and even though he couldn't read lips, Wren could recognize the word he said.

Come on.

"You really seem to be pinning your hopes on that kid, Rod."

Mycera stood next to Rhodes and naturally noticed his small movements, "As a superior, I don't want to point fingers at your professional field anymore, but as a friend, I still want to advise you not to have too much hope, after all, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment." ”

"Then allow me to say, 'You're wrong,' Mycella. Of course, also as friends. ”

Rod said lightly: "I don't have hope for Wren alone, in fact I have great expectations for each of them, I know all the information of these thirty-one people, and I can call each of them by name." I sincerely wish them all good enough to become true witchers. ”

"But you only have a blue eye for Wren, you have to admit that."

Mycella sighed, "I don't know where he got such good luck, that boy, a son of a sinner...... Speaking of which, his father Maurice is also quite famous, a genius alchemist in the eastern city-states, even in the capital. It is really embarrassing that a person who could have made great achievements has fallen to such a heinous state. ”

"His father was lost in hatred and then in the trap of power, and I'm sure Wren wouldn't be like that,"

Rhodes said firmly: "He can be the ruler of power, not enslaved by power." ”

"Well, I hope it's as you say. Now come with me to the office, and I'll discuss something with you, about the recent disappearance. ”

"Why, the case got to us? Could it be related to the dark forces? ”

"Who knows, maybe it's just the Sheriff's Department guys trying to be lazy. It's a good idea, don't worry about anything, just put on the name of 'may involve supernatural evil methods', and you can throw the problem to us......"

By the time Rhodes and Mycella were walking towards the office, the reservists in front of Wren had all teleported away, leaving him alone in front of the teleportation circle.

"No one had ever said before that the training camp was actually a thousand meters underground in the temple."

Wren hesitated to step into the circle, "It's so deep, what if there is an earthquake?" ”

"There's nothing wrong with being underground, it's safe and it's secluded enough. As for the earthquake, there is no need to worry at all, the camp was built by Lord Akron Holy Ability himself, and there are many protective measures in place, and there has been no accident in seven hundred years, and every group of good demon hunters has come out of there. ”

Old Shuke frowned and said, "It's just that when I was young, I went down on a sling, which was much more interesting than now." You must know that slowly going deeper into a thousand meters underground is a good training - it can exercise people's ability to resist pressure, so what's the point of using teleportation? It's here in the blink of an eye, it's so easy. ”

"I still prefer teleportation, and I'm not going on an adventure, and it's ridiculous to sit on a sling or something."

Wren said, Old Shuk shrugged, didn't say anything more, and activated the teleportation circle.

Darkness struck, and an uncomfortable sense of nothingness filled his body, and after a few seconds, a blinding light poured into Wren's eyes. After a little time for him to get used to it, he found himself in a teleportation room filled with magical runes, just like the one in the temple, only smaller.

Walking out the door, he was greeted by a large square, surrounded by a complex of dozens of houses, tall and low. Directly in front of the square was a chapel-like spire, and thirty of his colleagues had gathered outside, and Wren walked over and heard them excitedly exchanging ideas:

"Honestly, how can this be an underworld? I feel like it's like it's on the outskirts of the capital. ”

"I think so, too, and you should have seen that the layout here is very similar to that of a seminary, so I think this should be a secret base built in a secret place."

"Oh, I don't think so, Lord Rhodes himself said that we would come to the training camp a thousand meters underground, could he lie to us?"

This was agreed by everyone, Lord Rhodes would not lie, and there was no need for him to lie. If he said that this place is located one thousand meters underground, then it is impossible for this place to be only nine hundred and ninety-nine meters above the ground.

But it didn't feel like an underground world, there was nothing dark, damp, or muddy rock walls like the one imagined, Wren thought. If he felt it with his heart, he could even hear the sound of birdsong in the distance, and he could smell the faint smell of grass and trees from unknown places. When I looked up, I saw a clear blue sky, a round of balls with warm glow hanging at the highest point, and I could see the outline of the plains and mountains as I looked at the horizon.

"Hello,"

A stocky young man noticed Wren, and he extended his hand in a friendly manner, "I'm Adam, Adam Oldman, and you don't seem to be a seminary student, I've never seen you before. What is your name? ”

Wren gave his name and shook Adam's hand by the way.

"As you say, I come from the people, not from the seminary like you."

"Really? Then you must have very strong potential to be absorbed by the temple's special recruitment, right? ”

Adam asked curiously, "Speaking of which, I seem to have seen your appearance somewhere, a notice board or something, oh shit, I can't remember......"

"Then don't think about it yet, and lo and behold, the door is open."

Wren pointed ahead, and Adam followed his finger to see that the door to the chapel was slowly opening, and five gurus-like figures stepped out of it.

First from the right is a tall, lanky man who is somewhat balding, wearing a white cloak embroidered with a hexagonal emblem of wisdom, indicating that he is a magician from the Mage's Tower. Next to him was a serious-looking middle-aged woman with black-rimmed glasses, who was scrutinizing the faces of the thirty-one reservists.

In the center is a strong man, at least eight feet tall, with a long knife hanging from his waist and a crossbow handle exposed from his back, indicating his identity as a witcher. The fourth man was slender, carrying a long bow on his back, wearing a gorgeous turquoise hunting suit, and his long black and smooth hair was naturally draped over his shoulders. On either side of the man's unusually handsome face, two long, pointed ears protruded from his hair.

It turned out to be an elf, Wren widened his eyes, but unfortunately it was a male elf, even though he was more beautiful than most human women. Wren was even more surprised when he saw the last man, who was a very strong man, with muscles bulging like stones in his arms, but only up to the waist of the male elf next to him - a dwarf from the kingdom of Gaoling.

The five-man group of magicians, glasses-glassed women, witchers, elves, and dwarves stood in front of the thirty-one reserves.

"Welcome to the underground training camp, I'm Vaolet, your future combat mentor."

The strong man in the middle spoke, "Yes, that's right, this is indeed underground, although what you see and feel is a normal natural environment, but it is just an external projection created by magic - in fact, there is nothing above your heads except thick rock thorns, and in the outside world, there are no endless mountains and rivers, and if you run outside the training camp with all your might, you will only hit your head on the rock wall that you can't see." ”

"So, why not just build the training camp outside, and instead put the effort into simulating the natural environment underground?"

Wren couldn't help but ask.

"Fortunately, today is only a report, not a formal training, otherwise I would have punished you for cleaning the bathroom for a week if you ask questions without rules - so I very much hope that you will make this mistake again after today, and then I don't have to worry about the hygiene of the bathroom. As for why the training camp was set up underground, it was simply because of safety. ”

Vaolet looked at Wren coldly, and after a while, he explained: "You are all a group of rookies, but at the same time, you are also seeds, as for whether you will eventually grow into a true god warrior or become some crooked melon and cracked date, it depends on whether you work hard or not." However, it is best for those who are enemies of the Light to strangle your seeds in the dirt so that you do not have a chance to germinate. Therefore, they are always trying to take out your reservists in various ways, after all, each of you may become a powerful presence that threatens them in the future. Therefore, the only way to avoid the prying eyes of the darkness is to put yourself in the darkness. ”

After explaining, Valolet began to introduce the people around him in turn.

The thin-haired mage is named Polly, from the capital's mage tower, and in the days to come he will teach these young men the art of using magic; The stern woman with black-rimmed glasses is the famous theologian Helen, who is in charge of the theoretical foundations and also works as a spiritual counselor; And Vaolet himself, as he just said, is to train the reservists in actual combat; The male elf, named Luoyu, is a marksman from the elven realm of the Hazy Forest, who teaches shooting lessons; The last dwarf is from the Hammer tribe of the Kaolin Kingdom, named Mareos Moltentin, who is responsible for the future weapon building and repair of the reservists, and also teaches weapons maintenance classes along the way.

These five people will live together with the reservists as a mentor group for the next year, and the final assessment is also set by each of the five of them, and if they pass all of them, they can become official witchers.