I'm turning into a goblin soon

Chapter 811 Is it swollen to become an imperial male god? 5
For the students in the square, one day passed quickly.

After the fiery red ball in the sky finally sank unwillingly, there were only two people standing in the entire square.

One is Ares and the other is Ron.

Ares was clean, and the identity badge was still pinned to his chest—there was no doubt that the number one belonged to him.

Ron, on the other hand, held a large bunch of ID badges. He picked and picked, and finally got the No. 2 badge, and threw all the others on the ground.

The students lying on the ground: "..." Ma De really deserves a beating!

As the day passed, Ron explained to all the students what it means to win by lying down with your thighs hugged.

This guy didn't make any effort to follow Ares!
Click, click, click.

The sound of steady and rhythmic footsteps reached everyone's ears.

They were not unfamiliar with this sound, it was the sound of military boots hitting the ground.

A figure that seemed to be elongated by the afterglow of the setting sun walked towards this side from far to near.

Because the light was against the light, the students couldn't see who it was, they could only vaguely see that it was a tall and handsome man.

Until I get the figure and get closer, and then get closer...

"hiss!"

"Have I misjudged someone?"

"Your Excellency Marshal Rost?"

Ares stared fixedly at the man who was walking from afar in the setting sun.

He knows who he is. It can be said that there should be no one in the entire Tamar Empire who doesn't know who this man is.

Empire Blade.

Oliver Roster.

The youngest Marshal of the Empire.

If it is said that the old Marshal Keller they saw in the morning, for the students, he is just a legendary figure who is often seen in history textbooks and film and television materials.Then, the Marshal Rost in front of him is a real person who often appears on the news of the empire with his strength and military exploits.

They are also the most powerful heroes in the hearts of those who are dedicated to joining the army!
For Ares, none of this matters.

He doesn't have any idols, and he doesn't have any admiration for the Marshal in front of him.

But the moment he saw this man's true face, his heart suddenly beat violently.

Excitement as if meeting a destined opponent.

His gaze sharpened suddenly.

How keen are Olivan's senses?

He came back to his senses, and he didn't feel angry at the almost rude direct gaze of this young and energetic new student.

He looked at him, looked away, and turned to look at other students.

"Good evening, fellow students."

"Good evening, Marshal." Many people said excitedly.

Oliwen did not greet them, but pointed to some identity cards that Ron threw on the ground just now: "Are you sure you don't need these things? It is not only the leveling of your future resource level, but also—"

His sharp eyes scanned the audience, full of oppression: "You can stay in this academy, proof of identity."

Like a drop of water in boiling hot oil.

Swish swish!
Those students who did not leave their ID cards in their hands moved quickly, and the ID cards on the ground were snatched up in an instant.

"Your Excellency, Marshal, his identity card is not legitimate at all, I refuse to accept it!" A student suddenly pointed at Ron and said loudly.

Several students also opened their mouths one after another, their tone not angry.

"that is!"

"We have no problem with Ares taking first place, but this Ron didn't do anything at all."

"We don't agree!"

(End of this chapter)