Chapter 167

"We don't eat trainers anymore." the new trainer is our king. This strange information was sent out of the beetle's brain, and then Bucher got it.

"If you don't eat, you won't be whipped." Bucher closed his eyes and softly comforted the round shelled insects. Compared with the complex and changeable human, these beetles are quite simple and lovely. "Be obedient and don't be hurt."

"Our king has gone to deal with the desert lizard. Those stupid reptiles can't even talk with their heads. They will surely surrender." The round shell beetle's schadenfreude laughter came from the psychic broadcast. Bucher waited for a while, and sure enough, he got the follow-up news. "Lizards roll all over the ground. I don't know why, but they do whatever the king asks them to do. It's better than antennae!"

Bucher grinned bitterly in the dungeon, and could not comment on the beetle's state of "I'm so happy to see other people's misfortune". After a while, the beetle reported that all the wild animals in the whole corral had been subdued, and Bucher realized that the new trainer was really capable.

"Hey, if you don't use teleportation, you may be discovered by the trainer." Bucher was a little worried because the beetle said that not all beetles could talk and communicate in the shell.

"It doesn't matter. Our Wang can use his brain to talk like this. By the way, I don't know if you can solve a problem! " The beetle suddenly became very excited. "The problem is, you'll never eat me!"

"I didn't eat you." Bucher is a little confused.

Repeat the problem Zhao Mai used to entrap the beetle. That's cheating on the number of words. Anyway, after hearing the round shell beetle's message, Bucher, who was kept in the black prison, had new problems to think about, which was also a good way for him to pass the time.

After solving the problem of "who is the boss" in the corral, Zhao Mai's future work will be easy. As long as he gives orders, these creatures can even line up to eat, learn to wash their hands before and after meals, clean their own feces, and even take care of each other's parasites. So, he has time to do his own things. Sneaking to the wall of the manor, whistling, the stored grain was delivered to him with a thump, with a small cloud of white smoke.

"Come on, you'll help me manage the corral later." Zhao Mai felt his head and gave it the job. "I'm going to the training camp next door. You just keep the order of the corral and have enough to eat and drink. By the way, don't get caught

Reserve grain "Wang" a sound, said he understood.

The training camp, separated by a wall, is a place where strong men and fierce women gather. Whether it's strength, agility or skill fighters, they all follow the same rule here: obey the words of trainer Percy. It was a bald elf, his face covered with scars and sword wounds, with a constant expression of anger. He's not strong, but he's very agile. He's good at hitting people's lower body with the stick in his hand, and that's how he teaches his gladiators.

From a distance, Zhao Mai heard him roar in the most vulgar language in the world: "no matter what kind of battle, your goal is only one, lower body! Smash it! Then repeat the sentence with seven different common names In a word, after a while, Zhao Mai knew how to describe a certain part of each other on atas.

Zhao Mai only saw Ricas. He was in the corner of the camp, practicing his new right hand against the stake, which is to chop back and forth with the long sword above. Because the prosthesis had not been installed for a long time, he did not dare to use force. He just kept on cutting. He adapted to the weight and balance of the sword and tried to recover his coordination as soon as possible.

As for others, most of them focus on training, or fighting, or practicing the use of weapons. Some of the newly purchased slaves are exercising on the edge of the training camp, such as carrying big rocks, lifting cement, or jumping up and down the steps. Of course, the most important training is to listen to the command and obey the rules, which runs through every day of the life of all slave gladiators.

Zhao Mai didn't rashly contact with Ricardo. Although he can easily do this with psychic powers, who knows if there is a watcher here? When using psychic powers, they always produce a different appearance, either light, or sound, or a strange fragrance of flowers like Zhao Mai.

In fact, compared with flash or sound, the fragrance of flowers is the most alert aspect on a desert planet like atas. Everyone here has a good nose, the sweet taste of flowers will be easily known by them. This strange fragrance is probably related to the identity of Zhao Mai Druid, and it may be formed under the influence of the natural force.

Zhao Mai continued to dress up as a half fool trainer, so he always had a smirk on his face. After watching the scene for some time, Zhao Mai was surprised to find that the training camp was actually a trainer Posey has the final say. Within two hours, more than seven waves of servants had come to him asking for advice on everything from food, training equipment to the arrangement of female slaves' bedtime. With a very firm attitude, the spirit arranged the most severe conditions for all, and declared that only the gladiator who was the most obedient and satisfied with him could improve his living conditions. The servants who came to inquire did not have any objection, but resigned obediently, as if Percy were a new master."Listen up, you beeps and beeps The genie, waving his whip, was talking incessantly, full of shielding words. After listening for a long time, Zhao Mai has to worry about whether his language will be corrupted by him and become vulgar. He has understood that bossy, the bald elf, is using this method to establish his own authority, which should support Zhao Mai's conjecture that bossy has become the temporary leader of the training camp.

In this way, things are much easier. As long as the trainer is handled, the training camp can be controlled, or at least the initiative can be grasped. The Templar tessian didn't know what to do, so the opportunity was once in a blue moon.

"Hey, the fool on the wall, it's you. What do you do? Get the hell out of here A long whip flew to Zhao Mai's face, but he didn't want to get it for nothing. Zhao Mai pretended to be frightened and fell from the wall, just to avoid the whip. Then he walked gingerly to the training ground. After estimating the length of the whip and the distance from the nearest bunker, Zhao Mai picked a safe position that was not easy to be hit.

"I'm a trainer. I'm new here. My name is Griffin." Zhao Mai replied with a smile.

"Trainer? How many days do you think you'll live before the beetle turns you into dung? " Bossy pinched his waist and said with a smile. "Life is limited, isn't it? Well, I see you poor, decided to give you that sad and doomed to a short life to add a little color. There will be a batch of new female slaves coming soon. If you can fight a certain Gladiator, I'll let you choose one and have a good night

"What's the use of female slaves?" Zhao Mai continues to play dumb.

The gladiators roared with laughter, even the female ones. "Use what you want." Percy felt that he had already squeezed the gladiators out of the day, and he always wanted to give them some entertainment in the end. And of all the gladiators, there is one he has to subdue. "Ricas, come here and introduce you to an opponent." The bald elf said unkindly: "I can't bully a fool, let a man who lacks hands to fight with you, is this fair and reasonable?"

"He's not a gladiator. He's just an ordinary slave. I won't fight him." Ricardo frowned. Such a fight was meaningless and lacked the joy of victory.

Zhao Mai is secretly happy, did not expect that the opportunity to meet with Ricardo so soon. So he seemed eager to try, silly smile: "OK, OK, just him! I want a slave girl, hehe

Bossy put a whip on Ricardo's face and said in a low voice, "boy, he's a trainer. He's not easy to buy. Don't hurt him. Make master tessian angry. The best way is to let this fool beat you up until I say stop. You'll do it, won't you? "