Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

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Go back to the Baiwala Athletic Academy.

In a spacious training room somewhere, 50 new fighters from different teams gathered together to learn relevant experience and knowledge.

Corleone and the newcomers stood there honestly, and only after 15 days of training were they eligible to enter the arena. The sudden appearance like Corleone did not conform to normal rules.

But the kingdom’s order is the greatest rule. . .

"Keep in mind that to deal with this kind of bone sucker, you need to be especially careful about its pounce. When it grabs the prey, it will inject the toxin from its mouth full of sharp teeth into the prey's body."

"If you don't get rid of its venom attack in time, your bones will be too weak to support your body, and eventually become a pool of flesh and blood."

The old instructor went on to say: "The biggest weakness of the bone sucker is between the legs..."

"Hahahahaha!" Many newcomers below laughed wretchedly.

"Don't laugh! Give me a good listen! Now you remember a little more, the chances of surviving in the arena will be greater!"

For Corleone, the gains in the past few days are quite big. At least he has learned a lot of skills on how to deal with monsters, and how to choose a "handsome" way of death when facing a super huge monster.

But he didn't want to really stay in this horrible place, even if the instructor was serious and responsible for them, he would just maximize his interests.

This kind of feeling is like a pet being manipulated, just to make the owner's heart pleased.

Corleone has been observing these selected warriors, each of them is of good strength, most of them are slaves who are not obedient to discipline and have perverse personalities.

They are the only ones who are the most suitable to be warriors, and it is not a pity that they die, and they can also solve hidden safety hazards.

The big orc pants didn't stay in the classroom. He was dragged outside to get a whip again. The reason was that this guy vomited sputum on the face of a certain instructor and kept roaring. What a great guy.

From the daily exchanges over the past few days, Corleone has also collected some useful information.

He discovered that these slaves came from all over the world, and they were found everywhere, not only in Borderlands and nearby countries, but even people from small island countries and North Asia.

Their identities are also diverse, including mercenaries, deserters, adventurers, gangsters, sailors, guards, and so on. At present, their identities have become the same, and they have become **** slave fighters.

There is enough time now. Corleone intends to secretly make like-minded friends and wait for the right time to come. With his current strength, it is relatively easy to conquer a group of people.

This reminded him of the old saying of the dwarf Uncle Joe: We need to keep patience until the enemy reveals the slightest flaw, that is our chance for revenge!

Corleone began to lower his head and think: The orc must be eliminated. It is really not a good brain, and he might even expose the plan.

As for the triplets female barbarians, if you have a chance, you can fight for them. Their eyes are full of anger, which is good.

The white-skinned former mercenary still needs to continue to observe, feeling that the guy has lost hope in life.

After thinking about these situations, Corleone thought of his roommate again.

Among the slaves who are currently in contact with him, the old fish head is definitely an object that must be fought for. Not only is that guy extremely strong, he can be tied with him, and the most important thing is that he is a murloc!

How could murlocs like to stay on land, the ocean is their home.

In addition, Corleone still needs to find a way to contact the Black Mamba. Since the Black Mamba was taken away last time, he has never seen him again.

I hope the strong **** Black Mamba can stick to it.

The teaching in the training room continued, Corleone also retracted his mind and continued to listen to the lecture.

"If you encounter a multi-armed giant, I can only say to be careful of his explosive bullets. These tumors covering the surface of his body can cause explosive damage to enemies approaching him."

"Besides, his strength is enormous. Those six rock-like arms can easily tear your body apart."

The old instructor said with lingering fear: "Oh, to be honest, if you really meet him, the odds of winning are pretty slim. This guy is currently the longest surviving monster in the arena, and the most ferocious monster."

"Okay, today's teaching is over, and then we will be divided into groups for fighting training, and the winner can get an extra meal."

As soon as he heard of the extra meal, Corleone was energetic. His appetite itself was different from ordinary people. As an official low-level fighter, at least meatloaf and rye bread were still far from enough for him.

Those who have won can also get extra food and some low-quality ale. It is Corleone’s current mentality to have fun in bitterness. No matter what, eat before you can talk about it~www.readwn.com~ Today’s close fight with Corleone is one. A muscular barbarian, there are dozens of knife marks on his chest. Each knife mark means that he has killed a strong enemy.

"Little girl, I think you should give up quickly." Corleone folded his arms and stood like a mountain, full of oppression. He looked at the barbarian with disdain.

"Asshole, you dare to insult the first warrior of the sand lion tribe! I only wanted to teach you a lesson, now I want to interrupt your hands and feet!"

Corleone hasn't been in a good mood these days. It's nice to have ready-made sandbags delivered to his door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Corleone wouldn't kill the barbarian, but a violent beating would be inevitable.

"Stop! I surrendered!"

"Hey, you fellow! Stop it!"

"Brother, I was wrong! Please don't fight!"

The unrecognizable barbarian collapsed to the ground. As a powerful barbarian fighter, he was exiled because he was too aggressive and wounded the chief's son, so he was eventually exiled.

This barbarian named Tal Lion had almost no defeat, but this time he failed too quickly and completely.

The black-haired warrior standing in front of him is simply a giant in human skin. He hurts every time he punches, and it can be said that he is helpless.

Corleone twisted his neck: "Sorry, I'm addicted to hitting, I didn't hear what you were talking about."

Although this barbarian was severely beaten by Corleone, there was no complaint in his heart. These barbarians have always respected the strong.

Being defeated in a head-to-head match aroused his worship of Corleone. At this time, he was thinking in his heart:

"With the strength of this soldier, I am afraid that even the chief is not his opponent."