Ice Storm now had three hundred Ratfolk Servant Soldiers under her command.
With their numbers skyrocketing, the daily food, medicine, weapons, and equipment consumed by so many servant soldiers were obviously beyond what a single Gladiator could afford.
Not even an ace could manage it.
At this stage, the vast majority of Gladiators would attach themselves to some Powerful Clan, which would bear most of the servant soldiers' expenses.
Naturally, the clan would gain partial control over those servant soldiers. The so-called commander could never obtain one hundred percent of their loyalty.
For reasons of her own, Ice Storm was unwilling or unable to join the Bloodhoof Family.
Her control over these servant soldiers was extremely limited, so she simply let them do as they pleased in the Great Training Ground, training however they wanted according to the methods Meng Chao had taught them.
Meng Chao neither had the inclination nor the ability to train all three hundred Ratfolk Servant Soldiers into battle-hardened elite troops.
He simply appointed the first thirty Ratfolk Servant Soldiers who had followed him, Ye Zi included, as instructors for the three hundred.
He had not expected them to teach the other recruits particularly well.
Rather, by serving as instructors, they could rightfully receive a larger share of resources—Mandala Fruit, secret medicines, and the like.
Moreover, the process of teaching skills to others also deepened one's own impressions, gradually blending combat techniques into the blood until they became instinctive reflexes.
Meng Chao still thought highly of that first batch of thirty Ratfolk Servant Soldiers.
After all, more than a dozen of them had been personally selected from the depths of the dungeons and taught hand in hand by him!
Especially Ye Zi.
When Meng Chao had been half-dead, the boy had helped him enormously.
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