Chapter 34 Essential Training

It's snowing.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, changing the appearance of the forest and mountains overnight.

It has just entered winter, and the whistling forest ushered in the first heavy snow of the year. The temperature dropped sharply, and the originally noisy forest suddenly became quiet.

The heavy snow has been intermittently for more than ten days. Whether it is animal monsters or smart tribes living in the forest, they have all shrank to reduce their activities and prepare to survive this long and cold winter.

But in a mountainous area near the Nucang River at the northern end of the Wuthering Forest, there was a burst of passionate and heroic songs, accompanied by the creaking sound of stepping on the snow, breaking the peace in the mountain forest.

A squirrel poked out its furry little head from the cave in the tree and looked curiously at the group of bear men passing below.

In the ice and snow, hundreds of bear men from the crazy hammer tribe discharged a long line, and they were all red. The top is naked, just a leather skirt around the waist, carrying a thick and round thick wood with a tomahawk on his back.

"Hey hey hey!"

A strong body was full of crystal sweat, with hot white smoke, mixed with the long breath and disappeared over the forest.

"Keep the team, keep the speed, don't fall behind!"

Leon, who ran in the front, turned around and shouted.

His outfit is no different from other bear hammers, but he sweats a lot less. Obviously, this amount of exercise is quite easy for him.

Since taking over the power of the Hammer tribe, Leon has always wanted to cultivate the warriors in the tribe into real strong soldiers.

In his opinion, the original ways and means of the tribe to train warriors are quite primitive and simple. They are basically self-improvement, and they cooperate with each other when hunting or fighting.

How can we train a good soldier by relying on such a natural way?

Leon did not know how other races in the world trained the army. He used his military knowledge, combined with the actual situation of the Crazy Hammer tribe, and finally formulated a complete training plan.

Due to the construction of the valley camp and the need for autumn hunting grain storage some time ago, he has never come up with this plan.

Now that the preparations for the winter are basically over, Leon doesn't want these more than 100 strong bear men to shrink in the warm stone house for the whole winter, which is useless except to add a pile of fat to them.

Therefore, the bear hammers in the mad hammer tribe are miserable, and they are also pulled out for physical fitness, combat skills and discipline training.

It's impossible to say that no one complains, but Leon leads the team to training by example, and who can say no. There is no doubt that these bear men now have confidence and respect for Leon.

The harsh environment can best test people's will and exercise people's physique. After only ten days of training, the bear hammers have become more and more strong, their cohesion and discipline have been greatly improved, and they gradually have a little elite appearance that Leon expects.

For the sake of this team and his own strength, Leon is absolutely exhausted.

In addition to the usual training, he also carefully selected three types of combat skills from the ancient axe skills as battle array combat skills, and carried out team exercises every day to enhance the combat effectiveness of the whole team.

Looking at the majestic and neat queue of the bear hammers, Leon's eyes showed a trace of satisfaction. If these guys were put in his original world, they were all good materials for soldiers - bravery, loyalty and simplicity!

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the snow-covered trees not far away.

Leon turned his head and saw a fire hammer in a furry animal leather robe coming out of the bushes.

As soon as he saw Leon, he shouted, "Brother Lei, the elder asked me to tell you that after training, go to his tent and have something important to discuss!"

" Got it! Don't run around, go back early!" Leon waved to him and said.

This naughty child has never been the master of peace. Even if the snow closes the mountain, he does not want to stay at home. From time to time, he runs out to see Leon and others train and take the bow and arrow to find the trouble of the pheasant.

Leon likes the surname of Little Hammer very much, and he has no intention to restrict his free growth. However, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be some beasts going out for food in the nearby mountains and forests. Safety always comes first.

"I see!" The fire hammer readily agreed and turned around and slipped without a trace.

This naughty boy! Leon turned around and roared loudly, "You guys, run up. Who is left behind? Let him sleep alone in the forest at night and have no food to eat!"

Tyrant, absolute tyrant! The bear hammers behind were full of tears and had to grit their teeth to speed up.

Leon doesn't care what they think at this time. If they can't complete the training task, even the rock hammer will be punished.

The military law is like iron, no matter how strong the friendship is, it has to be put aside.

.........

Winter nights always come very early. By the time Leon returned to the valley camp with a group of bear men to complete today's training task, the night had already shrouded the earth.

I hope that the valley is completely different from the ice and snow in the outside world. The thick snow was shoveled clean by the green-skin gypriots - this is the official formation given by Leon to the green-skinned gyplands as a supplement to the tribal combat strength, and the gypriot Horm is their captain.

When there is a shortage of food, Leon has also considered whether to give up this group of green gophers, but these low-intelligent green gophers are obedient and willing to work hard. They are not ambiguous at all when they start working. As long as they have enough to eat, they are satisfied.

Without them, the Hammer tribe would not have built a new camp so quickly, so Leon and the Elder Monstein discussed it, and finally left all the green gophs.

A stone house was lit up, and the orange lights fell on the road through the windows. Cooking smoke rose from every family. Due to the adequate food and the winter, the Crazy Hammer Tribe no longer implements the dinner system.

The smell of fireworks and food floated in the air, making the soldiers who returned late feel warm in the cold winter.

Leon understood this mood very well. He waved his hand to disband the team and let the bear hammers go back to their homes. Only the soldiers on duty still need to stick to their posts.

With frost and snow, Leon came to Elder Montstein's tent.

Elder Monstein's current residence is the tent owned by the two goby wizards. The old shaman was very satisfied with it, so he lived in it directly. Later, Leon also moved a lot of the utensils in the Sau tent.

As for the big tent of the goblan leader, it was moved to the place where the tribe held a meeting.

Originally, with his current status and authority in the Crazy Hammer tribe, there was no problem to live in that luxury tent, but Leon felt that he should share joys and sorrows with the tribal warriors, so he has always lived in his own stone house.

The tent was as warm as spring, and the stone fireplace was burning vigorously. The copper kettle on it spewed hot air and roared.

Elder Monstein and Aklan sat face to face on a thick couch and drank hot fragrant tea around the small round table.

The misty tea and exquisite enamel tea sets from the Kingdom of Otto should have been purchased by gobls to pay tribute to the elves, but now they have become the exclusive enjoyment of an old and two young casters.

The young magician stayed in the Hammer tribe as a prisoner and a follower of Leon, but Leon, who was busy with all kinds of things in the clan, had no time to talk to him.

And Aklan was very easy-going. After adapting to the life of the tribe, he behaved quite well. He honestly did not make trouble and did not think about running away. In particular, he established a good friendship with Elder Munstein.

Elder Monstein is an orc shaman, halo spell belongs to the divine power system, and Aklan is a human magician, and magic belongs to the elemental system. However, as a knowledgeable caster, the two naturally have many common topics.

Elder Monstein learned about the current situation on the mainland through him, and Aklan also learned a lot of knowledge through the exchange between the two sides, so the two were quite close to each other.

Later, Aklan stayed in Elder Munstein's tent for most of his time, using the materials left by the wizard for magic experiments and cultivation.

"Presbyterian, what can you do for me?"

Leon is not polite, fart. Gu sat down at the tea table and asked.

He stretched out his finger and knocked on the table, signaling the mage to pour himself a cup of tea - followers should also have the appearance of followers.

Aklan tried to suppress the impulse to roll his eyes and reluctantly poured him a cup of fragrant tea.

The attitude is very bad. This follower is not as good as a maid! Leon snorted coldly.

He saw the maid beside the nobles in Blackstone Town. She was a gentle and considerate person. She was kind and considerate. She could fold the quilt to warm the bed at night. Isn't it much better than this nagging magician?

If Aklan knew that his evaluation in Leon's heart was not as good as a maid, I'm afraid he would be so depressed that he would vomit blood.

"Drink tea first, let's talk slowly..." Elder Monstein laughed.

Leon picked up the teacup and drank it all. He has no interest in tea and so on, as long as he can quench his thirst.

"Lei, you have reached the peak of level six, haven't you?" The old shaman asked.

Leon's heart moved and immediately put down the empty cup: "Yes, elder!"

In fact, he felt the bottleneck of his strength half a month ago, and the sixth-level breathing technique has no effect on improving his strength.

According to the instructions of the book of soul refining, this is the peak of level six, the highest limit of a barbarian warrior.

Up again, it's the Beast Soul Warrior!

There is no doubt that what Elder Monstein wanted to say must be related to the Beast Soul Warrior, and Leon couldn't help pricking up his ears.

"It's time for you to go to the north..." Elder Monstein said, "You must rush to Tomund City, the capital of the southwestern province of the Kingdom before the New Year!"