The evolution of slime

Chapter 42
"It is detected that the host has worked hard day and night to train the werewolf tribe to a certain extent, and the host is rewarded with the 'fitness trainer program.' I hope the host will continue to work hard."

At 05:30 in the morning, Fangte was woken up by the sound of the system. The little tentacles lay down casually and hit the face of Wagron, who was snoring thunderously beside him. Fangte sat up in a daze. Rubbed his eyes.

"Fitness Trainer Program"

Hearing this name, Fangte couldn't help but want to complain!I am obviously a "great" (random) instructor!When did you become a fitness trainer?This is too inconsistent with my identity!

However, complaints belong to complaints, and the rewards still have to be seen.

Fante opened the fitness trainer program with a hint of displeasure, but there seemed to be nothing special about it.

Is the program broken?no response?Something is wrong.

Fante scratched his head while looking at him, and inadvertently looked at Wagron who was sleeping next to him. Suddenly, a series of information slowly appeared in Fangte's field of vision!
All of the contents are recorded in Fantawild's notebook, including Wagron's training status in the past two days, and there are also records of Fangte helping Wagron in rehabilitation training!

At this moment, Fang Te wanted to scold someone a little bit!
What a "fitness trainer program"! ?

Isn't this just an electronic notebook!
At six o'clock, Wagron woke up on time, ignored Fangte who was sitting on the bed feeling a little melancholy, and dragged him to training.

Fante helped him with rehabilitation training in a modern way, allowing him to realize the greatness of modern knowledge. After recovering, Wagron handed over all the tribal training to Fangte and joined the training himself.

Although the daily training was very hard, he did feel the growth of his own strength, which made Wagron admire Fangte very much, and even became obsessed with training!Completely became a fitness fanatic.

Fangte selected 10 instructors among the werewolf fighters. The current training is basically directly supervised and ordered by these 10 instructors, and Fangte also devotes more energy to analyzing the status of each orc species.

I have to say that although the rewards this time seem a bit tasteless, they are really useful. As long as you see a werewolf warrior, the records you made will appear, and you don’t have to look through your notebooks. It’s very convenient. After half a day, Fangte fell in love with this system completely.

Really fragrant!

……

In the afternoon, the training went on as usual, but Fangte did not appear on the training ground. This was the first time that the werewolf fighters were surprised, and at the same time they found that their leader was not there.

And that afternoon, a dragon chant pierced the sky, and the owner of the tribe, the silver-haired girl—Emilia—had returned.

In a log cabin, Fang Te and a werewolf surrounded a map together.

This map is what Fangte asked Emilia to do. After two months, this map is finally completed.

The scope of the map includes the entire northern border of Ainia, including the distribution of tribes in the northern border of Ainia, the distribution of towns, the distribution of rivers, and so on.

Emilia approached the wooden table and subconsciously hugged Fangte in her arms. Fangte, who was concentrating on looking at the map, didn't even notice that he was being picked up by the girl, or he was used to it long ago.

"Erha (Fante's nickname for Wagron), which tribes around here we can attack first."

"Everything is fine!" Wagron's eyes were already shining!
After a month of recuperation, he, who is bloodthirsty by nature, longed for a life-and-death battle!

In fact, not only Wagron, but Fantawild even more so!I have worked hard day and night to train soldiers for more than 2 months!A sharpest sword has been crafted!Time to get out and see the blood!
"Then let's clean up the surrounding tribes first!" Fang Te pointed out his small tentacles and pointed to a tribe located in the north of the Devouring Forest!This is the stronghold of the orcs and lion people!
Three days later, the war broke out!
All the two thousand warriors of the lion clan were mobilized to slaughter this stupid wolf!
Two armies confronted each other in the wilderness, one of them was formed in a disorderly formation, as if standing randomly, and the other was formed in a boxy formation!Every werewolf warrior held his head high, his eyes were bloody, and his coercion was condensed into one piece.

With an order, both sides joined the battlefield, and immediately, both sides entered a bloody state.

But it is obvious!There is a clear difference in the violent blood state of the two sides.

The lion tribe in the state of violent blood is a machine that is not afraid of death. No matter whether the opponent's attack can be avoided or not, they must fight hard!A posture of exchanging life for life!Even after killing red eyes, if the same clan appeared in front of him, even the same clan would not let it go.

In contrast, the blessing effect of the werewolves in the bloody state is no worse than that of the lions, and they still maintain a trace of sanity. Even if they are red-eyed, they will not hurt their companions!
And with the passage of time, the violent blood effect of the lion tribe began to decline significantly, but these werewolf tribes couldn't stop as if they had chewed Xuanmai!
"Hoo!"

A dragon chant pierced the sky, and a huge 12-meter-long figure oppressed the sky and covered the sun, and streams of black corrosive dragon breath sprayed towards the densely populated area behind the lion-human tribe, and every dive of the dragon took away The life of the lion people.

Although the leader of the lion tribe was surprised that a dragon joined the battlefield!But he calmed down soon, but when he mobilized his men to besiege the dragon, a huge slime fell from the sky!

And the most puzzling thing is!This slime is actually a mage!
An explosion sounded from the battlefield, and countless lion warriors were blown away. The grass grew wildly and tied them to the lion tribe. Even if they couldn't be trapped, it caused them a lot of trouble and created infinite advantages for the werewolf tribe.

The situation on the battlefield was reversed in an instant. The leader of the lion tribe became angry. He joined the battlefield after bursting into blood, and plundered the slime.

But unexpectedly, this slime can not only do magic!And the strength of close combat is even more terrifying!
In less than ten breaths, the leader of the lion tribe was held high by Fang Te's neck!

"Do you want your clan to perish today! Or join us! You choose!" Fang Te said fiercely in the common language, "That's right! I forgot, if you don't surrender to us! What will happen to your wives and daughters?" Such treatment! I can't guarantee it!"

The battle lasted less than 1 hour from start to finish!This is not a short time for the orcs who judge the outcome by "bloody" time.

An hour later, the lion tribe surrendered.

(End of this chapter)