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Glo'Mok slowly walked back to his tent, the lingering glow of the sunset casting a golden hue on the tent fabric. As he entered the tent, a male orc happened to walk by. His name was Balk. Balk was one of Glo'Mok's childhood companions and one of his closest friends.
"Hey, Glo'Mok, how did today's training go?" Balk asked curiously, his gaze filled with concern.
Glo'Mok furrowed his brow, not entirely satisfied with his performance. "Well, today's training didn't go very smoothly, Balk. I was distracted the whole time and not really in the zone. I feel like I'm not doing too well."
Balk smiled and patted Glo'Mok on the shoulder, encouraging him, "Don't worry too much, friend. You are one of the smartest warriors in our tribe, and I firmly believe you have the potential to become a Crystar."
Glo'Mok nodded, feeling Balk's support, but the pressure in his heart remained heavy. Suddenly, he brought up, "But in three days, we will have to select the team to attend the preservation ceremony. If I fail this time, maybe I will never have the chance to become Crystar."
Balk looked at Glo'Mok, knowing how important and challenging his friend's dream was. He encouraged him again, saying, "No matter what, Glo'Mok, you have always been my pride. Regardless of the outcome, I will support your dream!"
Balk suddenly patted Glo'Mok on the back with great force, revealing a powerful smile. He said, "What you need now is good rest and nutrition, Glo'Mok. Tomorrow's training will be long, and you need to be in your best condition."
The strong pat on the back made Glo'Mok feel invigorated. He glanced at his resilient friend and saw the confident and determined expression on Balk's face, which gave him more confidence. "Thank you, Balk," Glo'Mok sincerely said, his voice filled with gratitude. "You have always been a great friend to me, and I am truly lucky to have you by my side."
Balk laughed heartily and patted Glo'Mok on the shoulder. "Buddy, we've always been here supporting each other. Your dream is my dream too, and I believe you have a real chance to become the pride of our orc tribe."
The two friends came to the campfire together, and the aroma of the barbecue opened up their appetites. They shared jokes, funny training stories, and the little moments of life in the tribe. These moments made them feel relaxed, forgetting about the challenges they would face tomorrow.
As they savored the delicious barbecue and listened to the night breeze and the singing of the stars, Glo'Mok's mood gradually became peaceful and content. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead, he had a friend like Balk by his side, and this friendship and trust would accompany him, inspiring him to persist in realizing his dream of becoming Crystar.
The next day's training ground was located in a vast sandy area surrounded by towering hills. Some elders of the tribes stood on these hills, their eyes stern as they supervised the training of the young beastmen. As the sun rose and cast its golden light on the sandy ground, it became a place filled with challenges and sweat, as well as a place for the young beastmen to grow.
Glo'Mok came to the weapon rack as usual, his gaze sweeping over various training weapons, finally stopping at a wooden hammer and a wooden shield. These weapons had accompanied him for a long time, not only feeling comfortable in his hands but also giving him confidence. They were both offensive and defensive, just what he needed.
However, as he reached out to take the weapons, he suddenly felt a powerful force pushing him to the side. He turned to see a young orc, tall and strong, with tight muscles, looking a size larger than Glo'Mok. There was a hint of arrogance on his face, and he seemed unwilling to back down.
This strong young orc is named Grog. He is considered one of the strongest and a potential candidate to become Crystar in the tribe. His attitude is arrogant and unreasonable, often provoking other young orcs, especially Glo'Mok.
Grog maintains a smug smile on his face as he takes a pair of massive hammers from the weapon rack. These are powerful weapons typically used to crush enemies' shields and armor. He raises the hammers high, causing them to gleam in the sunlight.
"Only the weak need to hide behind a shield," Grog sneered at Glo'Mok, his voice full of mockery. "I saw you get knocked down yesterday, it was a ridiculous sight."
Glo'Mok felt angry, but he knew it wasn't the time to explode. He tightened his grip on the wooden mallet and shield in his hands, ready to face Grog's challenge. In this sandy arena, only strength could prove everything.
Just as Grog and Glo'Mok were about to draw their swords, a seasoned instructor shouted loudly, demanding all young orcs to gather quickly.
"Gather, you lazy lot!" The instructor's voice echoed across the training ground. The young orcs immediately stopped their actions and hurriedly assembled together in formation.
The atmosphere on the training ground instantly changed from competition and challenge to seriousness and focus. The instructor stood in front of them, his gaze stern and focused.
"We will now begin basic training," the instructor announced. "These are the skills that every orc warrior must master, whether you become a Crystar or not, these are essential abilities."
The instructor began demonstrating basic movements, including attacks, defenses, and mobility techniques. The young orcs watched attentively, striving to imitate the instructor's movements.
This basic training continued for a considerable amount of time, with each movement being practiced repeatedly until gaining the instructor's approval. The young warriors sweated profusely, but they all knew that only through solid foundational training could they stand undefeated in future challenges.
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