The story of the two soldiers set everyone's blood boiling.
Only then did they realize that the unremarkable tall soldier had survived such a legendary brush with death.
The Great Horned Legion truly was a place where crouching tigers and hidden dragons lurked.
After listening to Yuan Gu Bang's account, everyone wore different expressions.
Some let out long breaths of relief at their escape.
Others loudly applauded their spirit of resistance, wishing they could fly back to that very moment and see the stunned, soul-shattered looks on their masters' faces.
In truth, many of the young and able-bodied ratfolk assigned to this Hundred-Man Team had suffered the same torment as Yuan Gu Bang.
Others, like Old Bear Hide, had lost their most precious loved ones.
It could be said that every crisscrossing scar on their bodies represented a hatred carved into their bones.
The stories of the two Great Horned Legion soldiers completely conquered these ratfolk's hearts.
Their hearts were like arrows released all at once, shooting straight into the Great Horned Legion's camp.
"What exactly is the Great Horned Legion's camp like?"
Someone asked, "Is it like the Training Camp for Ratfolk Servant Soldiers?"
"It's far better than that!"
Yuan Gu Bang said, "Clan Warriors never treated ratfolk as people. They only used the cruelest methods to squeeze the servants' combat power out of them in the shortest possible time. As for whether the ratfolk were injured or even worked to death during training, or whether they were left with fatal hidden injuries that drained their entire lives dry within a few short years—the high-and-mighty Warrior Masters simply did not care.
"In the Great Horned Legion, every ratfolk soldier received the best possible treatment. The training was arduous, but protective measures were always in place, and food was absolutely