As the day of departure gets closer and closer, the students become more and more nervous. They feel complacent and calm when they have found a supporter. Those who have not found it, especially the civilians, are in panic every day and are tired of running. Where is the wind and spring grass?

If they move, they will rush forward.

Fighting openly and secretly, the civilians began to rebel, because if a good team was not found the day before departure, the college would forcibly place them in the peripheral team. Two words: "cannon fodder"! The teacher who led the team was

Those who won't take action for these cannon fodders, the most they can do is give them verbal guidance.

On the fourth to last day, a large number of people were already frustrated and were preparing to wait for the forced arrangements from the college. So among the outermost teams, what they needed to rely on was their own strength. Everyone was nervously preparing for the final departure.

Cultivation, in the hope of making a breakthrough before departure, will also increase one's chance of saving one's life in the dense forest. However, how can one make great progress or breakthrough while practicing with such a guilty conscience? Stabilizing the current state is enough.

Not bad.

At noon, the scorching sun hung high in the sky, and red light shot to the ground like rockets. No one dared to look up at the sun, and no one had time to look. I just felt that there was a dazzling light everywhere.

The sky, the roof, and the ground are all bright white, with a hint of red in the white. Even the water in the lake seems to be hot and steaming out. A strong and dazzling light hangs down from the sky. Looking from a distance, from

The whole thing from top to bottom is like a huge fire mirror, and every golden light seems to be the focus of the fire mirror, as if everything is about to burn.

It also seems to reflect the restless hearts of the college students.

"Mr. Mori, Mr. Huangfu has recruited civilian slaves--Mr. Mori, Mr. Huangfu has recruited civilian slaves--" The sharp shouts were like clear springs nourishing everyone's anxious hearts under the scorching heat.

, the original high-pitched shouts seemed to be so pleasant to the ears of others. Everyone woke up from their seats, ran out of the dormitory, and asked each other what was going on.

Although they are also cannon fodder, this cannon fodder is still different from the other "cannon fodder". If the peripheral team forcibly arranged by the college has a survival rate of 0.01%, then at least the survival rate of this cannon fodder has now increased to 1%. It cannot be ignored.

, this is a great temptation, 100 times. If you can survive the experience, your future will be infinitely brighter.

It turned out that Mori and Huangfu wanted to increase their manpower, and took this opportunity to gain experience and find a few confidant slaves. After all, the information given by the family may not be the most reliable. This is the official information.

Who knows, maybe Mori and Huangfu are bored and want to have some fun in the tense atmosphere before departure, or maybe it's just a boring bet between the two of them, or of course they really may want to find a close family slave.

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No one will think too much. Everyone knows that this is an opportunity, so we must fight for it! Don’t think about it at all. If the slaves sent by the family are not reliable, then the two so-called Mori and Huangfu are just family secrets.

How could the victims of the war survive, then become their domestic slaves? According to the management of the empire, if the master dies, how can the domestic slaves survive, unless a miracle occurs?

The process of selecting domestic slaves seems to be relatively fair. Each person selects one to three domestic slaves. The selection method is a fair duel in the academy's fair arena, and peripheral competition. After being shortlisted, they draw lots and compete until the number is reduced to 2.

-6 people, the game of choosing a house slave is over. As for whether to choose 1 house slave, 2 house slaves, or 3 house slaves, it depends on the mood of Mori and Huangfu.

As soon as the start of the arena was announced, the arena began to become colorful. Dou Qi, Zhen Qi or magic elements of different colors collided together, like thousands of beautiful fireworks being released at the same time. Looking from a distance, in the auditorium, nobles from aristocratic families were seen.

The children and little sisters held parasols, laughed, cursed, and commented together, making it seem like a circus.

It seems that, from the beginning, this was a game, just a fun way to adjust the tension.

However, how could the civilians who had already entered the competition state know that they were only here for the possible 100 times chance of survival, and unintentionally, they became a toy for these nobles who wantonly played the game of life.
Chapter completed!