Durin had stayed at the training camp for another half month.
The second batch of nine camps were easier to train—after all, they were all from the war clans under various Forest Masters, far more physically fit than unfortunate souls like Peckla who were responsible for farming in the Foresty Land's cyclic system.
Even the rabbit-like Kuni had some flesh on them... but they were just a bit too timid.
Durin really broke his back for these youngsters.
Initially, Durin had prepared a mixed bathing pool, allowing the boys from the Kuni to bathe with the large-bodied warriors from the Tegus.
His intention was good, but Durin never imagined that these boys would all be carried out.
"Damn your immortal legs!"
Infuriated, Durin thought that even the Grassland Elves would never submit to the Tegus, so how could these Kuni be so cowardly!
"Look at your big sister Melinda! You useless worms! Cowardly little mice! Would you even faint if you bathed with the girls from Tegus too!"
