Chapitre 46: 46: The Magical Landscape of Asgard
The warriors of Valhalla ran around the palace, their heavy armor causing the ground to tremble beneath their powerful strides. Curious servants and even the gods themselves watched this unusual sight with awe and respect.
The physical prowess and speed of these heroic warriors were extraordinary, leaving behind vibrations that felt like an earthquake. They swiftly covered the distance and soon disappeared into the distance.
Even the **** king Odin, perched atop his towering temple, observed their disciplined display with a pleased smile. Heimdall, standing beside him, also shared in the amusement.
"Hehe, this Rhodes is quite capable. He's swiftly solving problems that the previous commanders couldn't resolve. It seems that these heroic warriors, under Rhodes's guidance, are becoming disciplined like a well-trained army of tigers and wolves."
Odin chuckled, stroking his beard.
Heimdall agreed, "Yes, Lord God King. These heroic warriors, imbued with divine power from the Hall of Valor, possess enhanced strength and skills compared to the average Asgardian army. If this continues, they might become Asgard's secret weapon."
Odin was elated at the prospect of commanding such a powerful army.
As the day wore on, the heroic warriors underwent Rhodes's stringent training. When they returned, they were fatigued, and their expressions reflected their exhaustion. They anticipated that their results would not be satisfactory.
Rhodes, with a stern face, scolded them for their sluggish performance.
"You move slower than snails! You've wasted your rest time. There's no time to rest now. Everyone, begin your Protoss combat training."
Though in the past, these warriors might have rebelled against such harsh orders, they now followed Rhodes without question. Bell, having more influence in their group, was entirely loyal to Rhodes.
They knew that any sign of resistance would result in severe punishment.
Reluctantly, they dragged their tired bodies to engage in the rigorous training.
Rhodes observed closely. After a day of intensive training, night had fallen over Asgard.
Rhodes raised his hand and declared, "That's enough for today's training."
The exhausted heroic warriors perked up, unsure of what to expect next.
Rhodes did not impose any punishment this time.
He simply stated, "Now you understand how weak you are? If you can't even complete such simple training, what kind of warriors are you?"
"According to what I told you earlier, you won't be punished. I can't be bothered to punish a bunch of incompetents. Now that your training is over, you can eat, rest, or do as you please."
"But for those who failed to complete their training, Bell, assign them to various palaces to wash clothes and cook for the servants of the gods."
"You will only be allowed to rest and eat after completing these tasks. Let's start now."
Under Rhodes's command, Bell quickly assigned tasks to those heroic warriors who had fallen short of their training goals. Soon, each of them had their assignment.
In the vast palaces of the Asgardian gods, the number of servants far exceeded that of warriors. Cleaning alone was a daunting task.
After a day of grueling training, the heroic warriors were famished. Yet, they couldn't eat just yet; they had to wash clothes and cook for the servants of the gods.
While these warriors harbored their pride, they dared not defy Rhodes's orders and went about their duties diligently.
The servants of the gods were taken aback when these heroic warriors arrived at their doorsteps. Their initial fear turned into collective astonishment when they understood their purpose.
As the lowest-ranking individuals in Asgard, the servants were used to doing everything themselves. They would never allow others, especially noble warriors, to perform these tasks.
Yet, these heroic warriors did not waste time on explanations. Ignoring the servants' protests, they picked up the dirty clothes and began washing them in basins.
The servants of the gods were rendered speechless, having never witnessed such a spectacle.
News of this unconventional scene soon reached the ears of God King Odin.
Odin and Heimdall burst into laughter.
Odin remarked, "This Rhodes is truly something. He devised this method to physically discipline the heroic warriors who failed to complete their training."
Heimdall added, "Indeed, Lord God King. These heroic warriors, enhanced by the divine power of the Hall of Valor, are much stronger than the average Asgardian soldiers. I believe that they are now beginning to feel the impact of their actions."
"That's right," Odin agreed, "as noble warriors, serving as servants to the servants of the gods must be a severe blow to their pride."
Heimdall concluded, "It's likely that they are furious, but since they are willing to follow Rhodes's orders unquestioningly, they will likely put in even more effort during tomorrow's training. Washing and cooking for the servants of the gods every day is a humiliation they won't tolerate."
Odin nodded, "Indeed, I wouldn't be surprised if they would prefer to endure the harshest training rather than endure such humiliation again."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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