Chapter 107: The Dowry of the Ocean: The God of Death (Three Hundred)

For a moment, miserable hums rang one after another, and Oliveira's two hundred men, including himself, were knocked down to the ground without exception and completely lost their combat ability.

Ye Yinzhu's eyes turned and fell on the 100 heavy sword warriors who decided the outcome of the battle. They saw that these heavy sword warriors and assassins had already sat on the ground, all of whom were practicing fighting spirit, and they were indifferent to the situation on the battlefield. It was a kind of trust, and absolute trust in their comrades. A flash of inspiration in their minds, and Ye Yinzhu had already understood. No wonder the purple giant sword they attacked was so domineering. It turned out to be a desperate attack!

"What did you see?" Seedov's voice sounded in Ye Yinzhu's ears.

"Strong fighting will, iron-blooded and ruthless fighting style, and awe-inspiring murderous aura." Ye Yinzhu answered without hesitation.

Seidov said lightly: "Only after the tempering of iron and blood can we create a real steel lion. In order to cultivate these young people, I started preparing fifteen years ago. From Milan, we selected the three thousand boys with the best physical conditions. Most of them were orphans. After fifteen years of training, we had the results today. Unfortunately, the only ones left in the three thousand people were only the three hundred people in front of us. The others were all sacrificed in various battles. Their deaths created this steel lion. Although the number was only 300, and the fighting spirit was not as good as the yellow-level one, I am confident that they could defeat any enemy in the same number as any army on the mainland."

Three thousand turned into three hundred, and it was so calm from Seedov's mouth that it was so calm, but Ye Yinzhu's heart flashed with the cruel scene of war. The tempering of iron and blood paid the price of life! The yellow-level fighting spirit did not seem very powerful, but these black iron warriors were both middle-level yellow-level, but their fighting spirit and murderous aura made the opponents one or two levels unable to defeat. When the three hundred people were united, facing Olivera's side, who was obviously powerful in individuals, he actually won the final victory with his own score not losing one person.

Ye Yinzhu was silent, he was thinking. The battle that just ended was not as simple as it seemed. He thought of Qincheng. At the same time, he also understood what Seedorf wanted to teach him. Soldiers valued essence instead of more.

"Go back to the formation." Seedov said lightly.

Three hundred black iron elites instantly joined one place, and the originally fanatical gaze under the helmet turned back to calm. The movements were neat, including the 100 sword warriors resting on the spot. Everyone quickly formed the original queue and stood there coldly. Without a trace of unnecessary sound, only Oliveira's side was the moans of the soldiers and the magicians who were knocked down.

"When this unit is built, the number I give them is Death Three Hundred." Ye Yinzhu's ears sounded again, but this time it came through a message transmission. "As the Marshal of the Milan Empire, I have the title of Duke. Death Three Hundred does not belong to any legion. They are my private soldiers. They are also my only private soldiers, who only obey my orders. If you can ensure that each of them returns safely after the end of this ranking war. Then, after you return, I will give this Death Three Hundreds to you."

"Give it to me?" Ye Yinzhu almost exclaimed. Fortunately, he was determined and changed to a voice transmission at the last moment, but his eyes were full of shock.

Three hundred people, although there are only three hundred people, in Ye Yinzhu's eyes, they are even stronger than a legion. That is the fruit of Seidov's fifteen years of hard work! Ye Yinzhu found that his heartbeat was accelerating. For him, these three hundred warriors were not only a powerful force, but also the best officers of the three hundred officers. Although the individual strength of the elves is good, they are not humans after all, and it is impossible for them to truly understand the situation of humans. If the four thousand soldiers in Milan were trained by the three hundred deaths, they would definitely have a real elite force in a few years.

Sidorf looked at Ye Yinzhu. "Do you have the confidence to bring them back safely? I don't care about the others, but the 300 death god is my greatest expectation. These 300 people can survive from the 3000 people, not only because of their own excellence, but also, they all have black hair and black eyes like us."

Black hair, black eyes, East Dragon bloodline. Sidorf built such an army through countless difficulties. However, he was willing to hand it over to himself. Although Ye Yinzhu already understood what he meant, it was really difficult to understand.

"It's because of the ocean, if it's not the ocean. Maybe I have other choices this time. But since you want to take the ocean to participate in the seven kingdoms and seven dragons ranking battle, I must send them. Maybe you don't believe that the establishment of the God of Death Three Hundred is to protect the ocean for the earth. Therefore, they are also the dowry of the ocean. They will be the force that will always protect the ocean."

Looking at Seedorf, Ye Yinzhu suddenly discovered that the cold and resolute marshal had his warm side. There was really a good grandfather in the ocean.

"I can't promise you." Ye Yinzhu thought for a while.

"Oh?" Seidov frowned, "Do you have no confidence in yourself?"

Ye Yinzhu shook her head and said, "No. Because I don't know how powerful the enemy I am facing will be. Now I promise you that it's just a vernacular word. I can only say that I will do my best."

A glimpse of appreciation appeared in Seedov's eyes, "Okay, then I'll wait to see your grades. Let's go, we're going to clean up the mess. Although these selected 200 people have good talent, they are far from being in terms of combat power. The strength is not just a aspect of fighting spirit. Even if Oliveira, who has blue-level fighting spirit, selects three people from my God of Death 300, you can kill him without paying the price of his life."

Three yellow levels killed one blue level? Ye Yinzhu really couldn't believe it, "Grandpa Sidov, if fighting spirit is not a factor that determines the true combat effectiveness of a samurai, then what is it?"

Seidov said in a deep voice: "Courage, wisdom, fighting spirit, murderous aura, and determination. They are the five real elements on the battlefield. What will happen when a cowardly master of fighting spirit faces an opponent who is not as strong as himself but has crazy fighting spirit and murderous aura? And what will happen when this opponent still has wisdom and determination to move forward?"

Seedov's words were simple and direct, but like a heavy hammer, knocking on another door in Ye Yinzhu's heart. He took a deep breath of the scorching air, and Ye Yinzhu said with a serious and respectful expression: "I've been taught."

At this time, Seidov had already taken Ye Yinzhu and Ashius to the center of the camp, looked at the people on Oliveira's side and said coldly: "Stand up. I will give you one minute. Those who have not stood up in one minute will not have lunch or dinner today. Those who have not stood up in three minutes will not be worthy of joining this team." There was only one tone in his words, that is, it was unquestionable.

The first one to stand up was Oliveira. The Star Blue Battle Armor helped him reduce most of the shock force. Although his body was shaken away, the wooden sword never let go. For a warrior, especially the heavy sword warrior, the sword is equivalent to half of his life. Striving to stand up from the ground, Oliveira walked to Seedorf with some difficulty, "Marson, I am convinced. I am willing to be the most ordinary soldier among these warriors."

Seidorf nodded to Oliveira, "You did not lose, your tactics were considered appropriate in a hurry. You are worthy of being from the Violet family, and you are not weaker than your grandfather's reputation."

Of course, these 200 people can be selected. Within a minute, except for the fragile bodies of the magicians, 150 warriors barely stood up with the wooden swords or sticks in their hands. However, their faces had changed at this time. The previous arrogance had long disappeared, and all the remaining were all complex expressions. Some were regretful, some angry, and some were surprised, but none of them were dissatisfied.

Sidorf's sharp eyes swept across the 150 warriors, "You are all excellent among your peers. But today I can tell you that you are not a real warrior, nor a qualified warrior. Because most of you have not experienced the test of real iron and blood. You don't know the team cooperation. Is it amazing to have a level above the green level? I can tell you that even in one-on-one situation, you cannot defeat the 300 warriors behind me. Only on the real battlefield can you forge strong men who have been tempered into steel. I hope you can remember what I said today. From now on, you will rest. Tomorrow morning, including the magician, there will be a month of training, which will be a training you have never experienced. Now disband. Olivera, Ye Yinzhu, you two come with me."

After saying that, Seedorf walked towards the barracks next to him without looking back.

The Imperial Marshal, this is the majesty and ability of the Imperial Marshal. Whether it is Ye Yinzhu or Oliveira, only deep admiration arises in his heart at this time.
Chapter completed!