Crystar5: Chapter 5

墨書 Inktalez

The basic training lasted for several hours, and each hour seemed more boring and dull than the last. The orcs engaged in various physical training under the scorching sun, including primitive orc boxing, where they had to learn to attack opponents in the most effective way. They also practiced swinging heavy weapons, which required immense strength and endurance. Shield defense training taught them the skills to protect themselves from enemy attacks. 0

Sweat poured down like rain, their skin flushed from the exercise, and every movement left them feeling exhausted. However, these orcs were full of perseverance, knowing that only such training could make them stronger. 0

In these tedious actions, the expressions of the orcs vary. Some grit their teeth, with a determined look in their eyes, fully focused on each movement; others show signs of fatigue, sweat covering their foreheads, yet they continue without stopping. 0

The dust flies on the training ground, and the high temperature of the sun makes it feel sweltering. Despite this, the orcs continue to work hard, their boredom replaced by a sense of fulfillment, knowing that their efforts will make them stronger and give them a chance to become a member of Crystar. 0

The time for the midday break has finally arrived. The orcs all ran towards the shaded area, finding a cool spot to sit down, and cheers echoed throughout the entire training ground. Glo'Mok and some friends gathered together, sitting on a large rock, enjoying the precious time of rest and the gentle breeze. They shared training experiences and jokes with each other, creating a relaxed atmosphere that made them feel a sense of warmth. 0

However, this peaceful atmosphere was suddenly shattered by Grog. He walked step by step towards Glo'Mok, followed by a few companions, his cold gaze sweeping over Glo'Mok. 0

"Look at this weakling," Grog's voice was cold and mocking, his eyes filled with contempt. "He actually thinks he's qualified to be Crystar? This coward only knows how to hide behind his shield, he's not even as good as our rookies. Yesterday's scene was so funny, he actually got knocked down, what a disgrace." 0

Glo'Mok stood up, his face full of anger, wanting to retaliate against Grog's insults. However, Grog was incredibly strong, easily pinning Glo'Mok down on a wooden table, knocking over the food and scattering the pieces. 0

Grog maintained a mocking smile on his face as he continued to taunt Glo'Mok. "Weaklings will always be weak, Glo'Mok. You can never become like Crystar because you lack true power and courage." 0

The other orcs watched the scene, some sighing while others remained silent. The sudden provocation had disrupted the relaxed atmosphere of the midday break, and many hoped that Glo'Mok would retaliate, but Grog's strength was clearly not to be underestimated. 0

Grog laughed heartily, mocked Glo'Mok, then turned and walked away. His companions followed him, leaving behind a mess of food scraps and a group of dejected orcs. Glo'Mok lay on the ground, feeling a surge of anger and defeat. 0

Fortunately, his friends did not stand idly by. A orc named Rixen walked over, extended a helping hand, and helped Glo'Mok to his feet. He asked with concern, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" 0

Glo'Mok shook his head and a determined smile appeared on his lips. He said, "It's nothing, just some scratches. But Grog will taste bitterness one day, I won't let him off so easily." 0

Several other friends gathered around, expressing their concern. Some suggested that Glo'Mok should not confront Grog head-on because Grog was too strong. However, Glo'Mok remained silent, determined in his heart to become stronger. No matter how much effort it took, he was determined to defeat Grog and prove his strength and courage. He knew that this was not just a training, but also a part of his dream, a challenge on the path to becoming a Crystar. 0

The afternoon sun was still scorching, and the orcs returned to the training ground to continue their efforts. This time, the training was more specific, involving advanced exercises. The orcs were divided into pairs to practice attacking and defending techniques with each other. 0

Glo'Mok found his friend Rixen, and the two stood together, preparing for their practice. They gripped their weapons tightly and began to launch attacks at each other, learning how to both attack and defend. Each strike and block was accompanied by flying sand and flowing sweat, making it a highly challenging exercise that required constantly improving skills and reaction speed. 0

The sun has already set, and the training ground has become even darker in the evening, but the spirits of the orcs remain strong. The evening training is practical combat training, similar to the concept of a arena. Although not everyone is required to engage in actual combat, anyone can freely challenge other orcs, providing an opportunity to demonstrate their strength. 0

A fairly strong orc is holding a wooden sword and stepping onto the arena. His gaze is determined, clearly seeking to challenge his own limits. The orcs gather around, eagerly anticipating the start of this challenge. 0

Before long, Grog also stepped forward, wielding a massive hammer in both hands. The weight of the hammer alone was enough to give pause. Grog exuded confidence as he looked at the orc on the platform and taunted, "Come on, weakling, let me see what you're made of." 0

The challenge officially began, and the two engaged in a fierce duel. Despite the orc's skill with a wooden sword, Grog's strength was truly astonishing. He relentlessly struck his opponent with the massive hammer, and the wooden sword could hardly withstand the blows. Before long, Grog's powerful strike knocked his opponent to the ground, sending the wooden sword flying from their grasp. 0

Grog defeated his opponent and then turned to the other orcs below with a mocking smile on his face, saying, "Is there no one else brave enough to face me in battle? Or are you all just hiding in the shadows, afraid of being defeated?" 0

At that moment, Glo'Mok stood up, his expression firm and determined. He walked up to the arena, gazing sharply at Grog, and said, "I dare, Grog. I will accept your challenge." 0

The orcs looked at Glo'Mok in shock, because they all knew Grog's strength, and Glo'Mok's actions at this moment were obviously extremely foolish. 0