"Tru, after dinner, split these 1000 attributeless warriors into teams of 100 people each. Each team will be led by a few Class 2 warriors whose loyalty has reached 100%. After familiarizing yourselves with them, quickly bring them to the barracks for training."
"Follow the training blueprint for the light armored shield soldiers first. I will instruct the armory about the spears and shields."
"You only need to focus on training. Also, the other Class 2 soldiers shouldn't be idle either. Make use of the blueprint for the training of Class 2 Gladiators. If you only have the body of a Class 2 soldier without the skills of one, your strength will be reduced by at least half."
Lin Ye reminded Tru as he handed over the authority of the newly recruited attributeless soldiers to him.
"Don't worry, my lord. All the attributeless soldiers will be able to become Class 1 light armored shield soldiers by tomorrow morning. The few older ones won't have any problems. Even if we have to stay up late, I will train them into Class 2 Gladiators." Tru patted his chest confidently.
Just a joke but if he could still mess things up with all the resources given to him, he would be no different from a pig.
Spit! Wrong, he would be worse than a pig.
"Alright, as long as you're confident."
Lin Ye nodded, and then waved his hand again, speaking secretively in a low voice: "I'll give you older guys a hint. Work hard these two days. Find as many treasure chests and resources as you can, and increase your contribution points. I will help you increase your strength. Within seven days, if anyone can break through to Class 3, I will grant the person a great opportunity."
"A great opportunity!!!" Tru's bell-sized eyes instantly lit up.
For it to be called a great opportunity by the lord, it was definitely something extraordinary.
The curiosity in his heart was itching like mad.
He wanted to ask, but when he saw his lord's half-smile, he suddenly stopped.
This was a taboo for his lord - to question his actions.
He had a vague grasp of Lin Ye's personality. Don't question, don't ask, don't complain.
Just focus on doing your job.
If it was yours, even if you don't fight for it, the lord would find a way to give it to you. But it was a big taboo to take it without permission.
Thinking of this, he pushed down the curiosity and excitement in his heart. He nodded and said, "Yes, my lord, I will not disappoint you!"
With that, Tru turned and stalked toward the recruits.
At this moment, a thousand attributeless soldiers had just teleported over from the bitter underworld.
All of them were like country bumpkins as they looked around and exclaimed from time to time.
"Ah, didn't the chief say that the humans during the early stages were all crotchety? So why is it that I feel that the development of this place isn't any worse than the camps of great clans?"
"Look over there, it's the cat-eared chefs. Are they making delicious food? It smells so good. I want to eat it!"
"That food looks strange. I feel like I've never seen it before. However, since it was food produced by the cat-eared chefs it must be of top quality."
"From the looks of it, the territory we were recruited into is powerful."
….
As they were conversing, Tru raised his rough voice and roared, "All of you, keep quiet! Silence! What are you looking at? I'm talking about all of you! You're just a bunch of ignorant new recruits. Don't be dissatisfied. This great person's name is Tru. I'm the commander of the Class 2 soldiers under the lord. The lord has already given me the authority."
"Don't say that I'm using my authority to suppress you. Everyone has a chance today. If you aren't convinced, come out and duel me. If you defeat me, you will be the new commander of the territory."
As soon as he said this, the crowd exploded. These new recruits were all newborn calves who were not afraid of tigers. They all stepped forward to challenge him.
Tru was not afraid. After knowing his lord's intentions, he wanted to show off in front of the new recruits.
Even the title of commander of the soldiers was something he gave himself.
He could tell that Lin Ye felt assured with his loyalists and did not have any intention of hegemony.
As long as his subordinates were capable, Lin Ye would relinquish his authority.
This was unimaginable in the underworld. To him, it was both an opportunity and a form of training.
Soon, the entire training ground was thrown into chaos.
The group of burly warriors were either competing or wrestling and fights were taking place everywhere.
Lin Ye glanced at the scene, relief in his eyes.
Ignorant fool?
It was something similar but a little different.
This fellow was sometimes as foolish as an ox, but he wasn't stupid.
Just like when he was dealing with Ron, he was full of small tricks.
Sometimes, Lin Ye had seen parts of him comparable to Zhang Fei in the novels about the Warring States.
There was a subtlety in his roughness. He was stupid when he should be, and scheming when needed. That was good.
"I hope you won't disappoint me."
He muttered under his breath and finally looked over to the attentive gazes of the blacksmiths.
"My lord!" Blacksmith One was so excited that he could not sit still.
As a blacksmith, he was a mature and steady person. Every craftsmanship required perfection.
This way, they were able to obtain the number one throne in the highly competitive underworld clans.
But now, that calm heart was roaring.
And all that was caused by this young human lord in front of him.
It was him who fulfilled his lifelong wish and allowed him to advance to a Class 2 blacksmith.
"Take it easy. You seem to have something to say to me." Lin Ye chuckled.
"Yes, I do." Blacksmith One nodded repeatedly and continued, "My lord, after advancing to the Class 2, my name has been unlocked. However, I don't want the surname given to me by the tribe. I, too, wish to join the Lin clan. Please give your permission."
A blacksmith was a notch higher than a native worker. Unless a native worker made great contributions in the underworld, they would never be given a surname.
But for blacksmiths, it was different. It was because they had once made a mistake and were suppressed to become lower class citizens. Only when they reached Class 2 could their original names be restored.
But now, after seeing Lin One and the others' performance, Blacksmith One changed his mind.
"It's a small matter. As long as you're willing." Lin Ye nodded and casually asked, "What was your name in the past?"
"Well…"
Blacksmith One's face flushed red and he hesitated. After a long while, he finally managed to say, "Hammer!"
"…"
Everyone fell silent.
On the high platform, the other Class 2 blacksmiths snickered.
Fortunately, this place was quite a distance away from the main group below the stage. Otherwise, this would have been the darkest day in history for 'Hammer'.
Lin Ye blinked and the smile on his face widened.
He wanted to laugh out loud, but after thinking about it, he held himself back.
"Ahem…"
He coughed lightly and changed the topic. "Regarding your name, you can decide for yourself. Remember, you can't be called Lin Jianguo. Wait, something's not right. You can't have a name with the character 'Jian'. You can also tell others about this. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
'Hammer' nodded slowly.
Lin Jianguo? The lord's father?
He felt a lingering fear in his heart. Fortunately, the lord was smart and had told him in advance. Otherwise, he would be in big trouble.
After that, it was the same thing. Lin Ye handed the 500 new blacksmiths to 'Hammer' and let them forge the spears and shields for the new recruits.
Right at this moment, something strange occurred in the distance.
The patrolling teams that were two thousand meters away fled back in panic. All of their faces were pale as they shouted towards Lin Ye.
"My lord, things are not looking good. A zombie wave is coming from the north!"