Chapter 287

Crewe is an ORC. He doesn't know who his parents are. Once born, he is a commodity in the hands of slave traders.

As an orc, he has a strong body beyond ordinary people since childhood. At the age of 16, Crewe is nearly two meters tall. Looking at his tall skeleton and bulging muscles, he is not like a teenager at all, but like the guards who work hard for big businessmen.

But Crewe's face is obviously different from ordinary people's thick fur, which indicates his identity as a ORC.

"Recruit Crewe, you fool! Get out of here!"

Outside Crescent City, in a modern military base, an angry roar suddenly sounded.

Crewe shrank in the barracks, trembled with fear when he heard the roar, and instinctively wanted to escape, but he immediately thought of the instructor's terror and trembled out of the barracks.

The soldiers of other classes in the barracks were also attracted by the roar and all stretched out their heads to see the excitement.

"Look at the fart! Get out of here!" When the instructor roared, the other soldiers were scared like rabbits and all withdrew.

"Report to instructor! Recruit Crewe reports to you!"

Although Crewe was only sixteen, his voice was not small. The clone instructor stood in front of him and his ears were buzzing with his huge voice.

He looked at the orc recruit who was almost as tall as himself, and his anger surged again. "Recruit Crewe, you are the stupidest of all the recruits I have brought!"

"Yes! Instructor!" Crewe answered loudly.

"Attention!"

Crewe immediately stood up and waited for the instructor's punishment.

"How long have you been learning to drive T-1 power armor?"

"A month and seven days, instructor!"

The instructor nodded, "one month and seven days. Do you know how many days the recruits in this camp can skillfully drive mecha?"

"I don't know, instructor!"

"Three days!" The instructor said, raised his whip and whipped it hard on Crewe's back, making a "snap" sound, "tell me, others can learn to drive a mecha in three days. Why can't you learn it in more than a month?"

After being whipped, Crewe's strong body trembled instinctively. Then, as if nothing had happened, he stood there as motionless as a sculpture.

"Still, you orcs are born fools. Maybe I should report to the above that the divine guards should no longer accept Orc slaves as recruits!"

When Crewe heard this, his face changed dramatically.

He knew that becoming a soldier of the divine guards was the quickest way to get rid of slavery. According to the law of Xinyue City, slaves needed to make enough contributions to Xinyue city if they wanted to obtain civilian status, and joining the army was one of the quickest ways.

Kru has been training under the black faced instructor for more than a month. He knows that his instructor is a person who must practice what he says.

If the orc slave is disqualified from becoming a recruit because of him, he may be torn to pieces by the angry Orc slave.

"Report to the instructor! I can do it!"

"Then show me!"

"Yes!" Crewe roared at the bottom.

The training square of the military base is very huge. In terms of area, it is not even smaller than the sub urban area of Xinyue city. Its main function is to teach soldiers to drive T-1 power armor.

The driving difficulty of T-1 power armor is very low. As a highly intelligent machine armor, it is an easy to learn and difficult to refine military weapon, which can be seen from Fang Cheng's use of it as an equipment in the game under the starry sky.

With the help of the consciousness transmitter, it is much easier for the soldiers of the divine guards to master this military equipment than expected.

But Crewe is an exception. The speed of orcs learning to drive mecha is much slower, but Crewe is the first one like this.

"Ka!" "Ka!" "Ka!"

Crewe was sweating and driving his mecha staggering on the training square.

"Steady! Balance! Balance! You fool!"

The clone instructor yelled at one side, but the more he yelled, the more nervous Crewe became. He sat in the cockpit of the mecha and controlled the pace of the mecha with consciousness. Gradually, Crewe found a sense of driving, and the pace of the mecha became more and more stable.

In the end, the mecha can even walk freely on the square.

"This silly goods, finally enlightened." The instructor murmured and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

......

New moon city, in front of a magnificent hotel.

All the pedestrians around the hotel have been evacuated by the city guard of Xinyue city. The whole 16 story hotel is surrounded by clone soldiers driving mecha.

"Is she in there?"

Fang Cheng turned his head and looked at the nervous half elf slave, Ellie.

Ellie swallowed her saliva and hesitated, "Princess Vivian has always lived here. She should... She should not have left."

Fang Cheng nodded, raised his hand and waved forward.

Behind him, a group of clone soldiers with Gauss rifles filed in.

Ten minutes later.

Vivian came out. Behind her, she was followed by two teams of heavily armed clone soldiers. She was close to so many clone soldiers at the official Knight level. Even if she was a senior apprentice, she would be in danger of death. What's more, Vivian was just an intermediate apprentice.

"Fang Cheng, what do you mean?"

Vivian is wearing a light blue dress, which is the fashion style on earth. Obviously, Vivian doesn't go shopping less these days. But the silver collar around her neck destroyed her delicate beauty. It was the magic forbidden collar made of magic hating metal.

Fang Cheng looked at Vivian's angry little face and felt a little sorry. After all, he did something to a little girl for the sake of the water of life.

"Princess your highness," Fang Cheng's right fist helped her chest. "I want to trade something with your elves."

"Is this the way you trade in Xinyue city?"

Vivian lowered her head and glanced at the magic forbidden collar with a disdainful expression on her face.

Fang Cheng was not angry when she heard her sarcastic remarks, and continued, "I'm sorry, princess, I need a bottle of water of life."

But when Vivian heard this, her face changed dramatically. She scolded, "you damn aborigine, what do you want the water of life to do?"

Fang Cheng was surprised to hear Vivian calling him Aboriginal, but he didn't think much of it. "Princess, I just hope to save the water of the noble's life."

Vivian looked at him suspiciously, with a strong color of vigilance in her eyes.

They looked at each other for a moment.

Vivian's lips opened gently, "the water of life is too important for us. We can't trade with you."

Vivian shook her head.

Fang Cheng saw her firm eyes and sighed. Sure enough, the result was the same as he expected.