Chapter 537: Smell Of War (1/2)
Hearing Mody’s words, they noticed the irregular pattern of scars on his body.
The scars on his body were from self-inflicted wounds?
They felt a chill running down their spines.
Mody turned around and said, “Let’s go.”
“Go?”
Charlotte and Meraly were confused.
Mody nodded, “Since he didn’t get killed at the start, he has a more than 70% chance of surviving...... We must also begin to restore various things and prepare to defend.”
“How long will he have to stay inside for?” Charlotte was still worried.
“The special power will integrate with the arcane master’s mental strength. It will take two days to naturally dissipate.” Mody replied.
“Two days?”
Everyone paled. Such pain would be unbearable for even a minute, yet Ayrin had to stay inside for two days...... It was too frightening!
Mody slowly continued, “That’s the reason this crystal chamber is called the Trauma Room. Many of our Corps seniors think the reason those arcane masters who greatly improved their mental strength after surviving this crystal chamber is not because of the cores of the Crystal Maiden Dragon and Nightmare Dragon, but from a natural growth after their minds were tortured so intensively for such a long time.”
“You better fail, Boss. We have faith in you!” The five monsters silently prayed.
They felt if Ayrin successfully walked out from the Trauma Room, he would become even more perverted.
“Getshe, the Chinyu Clan has great affinity with water type arcane power. You will be in charge of their artifacts and other equipment.”
“Emila, you are our best instructor. You will be in charge of Stingham’s weapon throwing training.”
“Philp, bring Instructor Nora here. She is experienced in teaching arcane masters who are poor at learning.”
Mody gave out concise orders without wasting any time.
......
Several hours later.
The entire Fearotz Stronghold was still in a buzz. However, the arcane masters were no longer packing up, they were instead doing repairs and maintenance on broken installments and new defensive constructions.
Compared to before, those hard at work seemed much more enthusiastic.
Most arcane masters considered the stronghold to be more important than their own lives.
They did not want to give it up in the first place.
In a certain Cultivation Hall in the Fearotz Campsite......
The robust Corps Chief General Emila who had the nickname ‘Thorns Pride’ twitched her mouth. Stingham stood next to her.
There were a dozen wooden dolls erected about twenty meters away from them.
Stingham grabbed his Green Dragon Spear and looked at her doubtfully.
“Are you really the best instructor for throwing type weapons in the Royal Thorns Corps? Why can’t I hit a single target? I’m doing exactly as you say!” Stingham grumbled.
“Idiot!”
Emila finally erupted. She roared out like a beast, “After so much training you can’t even hit the target from such a close distance! You even dare doubt my ability!”
“You are a disgrace to all throwing weapons!”
“Siva! Bring the best looking young female arcane masters from the Corps to here!”
“Bring the best looking young female arcane masters?” The arcane master next to them was dumbfounded.
Are we going to reward him by giving him a chance to get intimate with the pretty female arcane masters in our Corps despite his poor performance?
He can’t even hit a single target in such a simple training. He slacks off and is shameless. If he was a new recruit in the Royal Thorns Corps, he would surely be punished to do the most tiring and dirty jobs!
“Didn’t this guy drool the moment pretty female arcane masters were mentioned? I want the best looking female arcane masters in the Corps to watch him make a fool of himself and mock him!” Emila roared.
The other arcane master finally understood Emila’s intention.
In another Cultivation Hall, a short-haired, female arcane master was twitching her face while watching Helgy.
Helgy remained hostile towards her.
No matter how she tried to teach Helgy, what Helgy wanted to do was to run out of the door behind her and find her ‘Daddy’.
At the same time, in a warehouse that kept a mountain of scraps, a group of Royal Thorns Corps artificers were also twitching.
The Fearotz Stronghold had existed as long as the ancient Kingdom of Doa. Many scraps piled up in the warehouse were so ancient that their origins could not be tracked.
Many things that were deemed valuable had been selected by many generations of the Corps artificers. The rest that piled up inside was considered junk.
However, Merlin was rapidly dashing through the piles of scraps. There were already several strange furnaces and big machineries set up before them.
Three huge metal bases were slowly being built.