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Cavalryn Training Events and the Secret Hunter Major Operation_2 “It would be better to train them as reconnaissance knights or assault cavalryn,”
“In addition, such exceptional talent should not be bound by their natural bloodline.
I think this return to the Westerly Territory is an opportunity, Valande.”
Lady Sunny grabbed her plait, which had a very “country girl” feel to it, and said in a deep voice:
“After they complete their basic training, take them into the ancestral forests and ask the elders to help them receive the blessings of the woodlands and nature.
This will allow their bodies to grow strong quickly so they can adapt to the heavy armor charge training that will follow.”
“Furthermore, they might already be eligible to receive their Shadow Mane War Horses.”
“It’s too soon,”
the Grey Vulture Knight disagreed.
He waved his hand and said:
“The Shadow Mane War Horses are the most noble treasure of our highland Sax people.
How can we give them away so easily to a bunch of plainsn?
I admit they are progressing quickly, but they need to work harder to earn my approval.
Moreover, Shadow Mane Horses will never submit to the weak.
They need more rit to gain the approval and allegiance of those forest spirits.
But what you say also makes sense.
These guys have such formidable talent in combat and learning.
If there were more of them, I’d even consider forming a dedicated assault cavalry unit just for them.
I have a feeling in my heart that perhaps this is the correct way to utilize them…”
“Valande Knight, the Little Count is calling for you, saying there is an important matter to discuss with you,”
As Valande Knight and his wife talked, an unarmored Winged Cavalryman rode over to report the news.
Valande nodded.
He entrusted the new recruits’ training to his wife, then quickly headed to the temporary camp that had been set up in the rear.
“Damn, this NPC is way too strict.”
After seeing the “Death Instructor” Valande Knight leave, Kind-Hearted Shark Uncle, who was currently training on horseback on the grass, could not help but curse:
“I get the shakes in my calves just seeing him, is this what they call ‘killing intent’?”
“You haven’t left the saddle since yesterday afternoon.
Your calves would quiver no matter what you do now, and it’s not an issue of killing intent.
It’s just that we are eating less, so we use the bathroom less frequently; otherwise, we’d surely soil ourselves.”
Happy Stick, who was rubbing his own numb backside, bitterly complained:
“I’ve used up all my lifeti’s opportunities to ride a horse in these few days.
Damn, I feel like we might have made the wrong choice.
Becoming a Winged Cavalryman doesn’t seem as great as it looked.”
“Regretting it now?
It’s too late!
Our common jobs have already been overtaken by the new Winged Cavalryman class, and there’s no such thing as a reset in this ga.
Now we can only grit our teeth and keep going.”
A group of Tiger Leopard Riders brothers were more optimistic though.
They felt that Winged Cavalry suited the IDs they had chosen for themselves, and what hot-blooded man wouldn’t be dazzled by the charge of a heavy cavalry battle formation?
Of course, they hadn’t forgotten about the main task.
Tiger Leopard Riders Lin leaned in close and whispered to Stick Brother who was kneading his legs:
“We’ll be at the Ruins of West Coker City by tomorrow, so are we starting treasure hunting right away?”
“No rush, let’s follow the story first,”
Stick Brother waved his hand and said:
“Just before we set off, I received the ‘Blood Vulture Arsenal’ treasure information from Sir Morphy.
That place is further north-west of the Westerly Territory.
This ti we’re digging for two treasures.
So brothers, rest up well, and wait for Wuioge and the others to join us before we discuss further.”
—
Within a luxurious grey tent gifted by Lord Morphy, Valande t with his monarch.
Since transforming into a vampire, Count Shuren could run and jump, and her mood had improved quite a lot compared to before.
She had a certain youthful vivacity about her, appropriate for her age.
But her little face was very serious when it was ti to talk about important matters.
She pushed up the flight goggles that were hanging above her brow, and said sowhat forlornly to her most loyal Colonel Knight:
“Lord Morphy has captured a warlock under the Wolf People in the Polluted Swamp.
After interrogation, he revealed so terrifying news about West Coker City.
Our city has been destroyed.
We thought the disaster was behind us, but in reality, an unsettling shadow has been lurking beneath the ruins, slowly writhing in the darkness.
According to Lord Morphy, the Psychic Plague used by the Exploration Corps two years ago was a malignant creation by a few warlocks from the Circle Tower.
That plague not only kills our kin but also turns them into Undead creatures, imprisoning their souls in rotting bodies so they cannot return to the forests and the embrace of their ancestors.
Now, beneath the Ruins of West Coker City, those Undead creatures have gathered together, waiting for the commands of the mastermind behind the scenes.
Perhaps in just one day, our forr kin and loved ones will step into the human world again with cursed bodies…”
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