The night in Aosen is as dark as splashing ink, and the moon that once was has long been obscured by black mist.
Only the flames flickered under the protection of the lamp, illuminating the manor behind the high walls.
Armored soldiers holding sword hilts shuttled between the manor and the watch tower, guarding the main building in the manor.
In the world of Auson, only nobles can live in luxurious manors.
The same is true for Seaflower Manor, where lives none other than Lord Wright Harvey, the eldest son of the owner of Blackreef Island.
At this time, Lord Wright was in his study, carefully studying the internal layout of Black Reef Castle.
The key to the battle between him and his brother Lord Cotton is hidden in this layout plan.
But not long after, there was a knock on the wooden door of the study, interrupting Wright's research.
"Come in."
Wright's voice sounded, the wooden door was slowly pushed open, and Wright's secretary walked in.
"Good evening, my lord." The clerk saluted skillfully.
"What's the matter?" Wright asked without looking up, staring at the layout plan on the table.
The clerk did not dare to neglect, and immediately reported: "Your Lordship, ten of the messengers who went to Camp 11 have returned. They all responded to your urgency and are gathering here at the manor."
"If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten that today is already the fourth day."
Wright put down the lens in his hand, frowned slightly and asked, "Which camp is still missing?"
"There is a small camp called Gray Pigeon on the far east side of the island. According to previous news, Gray Pigeon Camp can recruit 60 Pioneer Regiment soldiers."
The clerk looked at the information in his hand and hurriedly added, "By the way, the person in charge of the Gray Pigeon Camp is named Oded Crocker."
"Odd?"
Wright frowned and thought for a moment, but there was no impression in his mind.
But it doesn't matter. A small leader in charge of a camp of sixty people is nothing. Wright thinks it's normal that he doesn't remember.
"Don't worry about that Gray Pigeon camp. Those sixty people are not worth our time and energy."
Wright ordered the secretary: "Arrange for people to vacate the main camp next to the manor and leave the vanguard of the ten camps. Prepare some ale and fresh meat and entertain them well."
"If we let them live in the main camp, what will happen to our army?"
The clerk was stunned for a moment and said instinctively: "You know the temper of Knight Captain Reza."
"Let them squeeze into the manor first, and tell Leza that if he wants to be cannon fodder like the vanguard, then take him and stay in the main camp!"
Wright said angrily and loudly.
This Lesa had a hot temper and was an old subordinate of his father. Wright disliked him very much.
But now Wright really needs this experienced old guy who can charge on the battlefield.
"Okay, your lord, I will do it right now."
The clerk closed the book and then bent down to exit the study.
"Just wait a moment."
Wright suddenly stopped the clerk and asked: "Did you just say that the Gray Pigeon Camp is at the easternmost edge of the island?"
"Yes, my lord," the clerk responded.
"That's good. Let my sister take her bodyguard to Gray Pigeon Camp tomorrow and help me see what's going on there."
Wright smiled and said: "It saves her staying here and getting in the way."
Wright's army included many of his father's old subordinates, and among them were some who were close to his sister.
And with Wright's sister here, those people would inevitably listen to her opinions.
Therefore, rather than asking her to deal with the Gray Pigeon camp, it is better to say that she is being diverted.
The clerk also understood Wright's intention, nodded and exited the study to convey Wright's order.
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"Don't pursue speed first, find your body's center of gravity and try to maintain balance!"
"The legs should not only exert force, but also feel the rhythm of muscle movement when the black wolf runs!"
"Every black wolf is different, you have to work hard with them to find a comfortable position!"
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On the grass outside the forest, Crete shouted loudly to teach the black-robed warriors how to ride.
In less than three days, Crete quickly gathered thirteen black wolf mounts.
Of course, this would not have been possible without the help of the first black wolf and the following black wolves.
If it weren't for them, Crete probably wouldn't even have been able to gather the shadows of thirteen black wolves in the past three days.
After gathering thirteen black wolves, they simply tied the reins on them, and without even gathering the saddle pads, Crete started riding training with the black-robed warriors.
To be precise, now it's the Knight in Black Robe.
In Crete's words, the lack of equipment can be solved by hard training - as long as you can endure the pain of butt friction.
This is very suitable for the black-robed knights, because after becoming undead, they have a very high tolerance for pain.
Allen was not idle either, practicing hard on the basic sword skills taught to him by Crete.
Originally, with Fasqi's personal protection and the bear mount of Boulder, Crete didn't want Allen to train too hard.
But Allen always feels that in this dark world, more strength means more security.
Of course, Allen didn't stop looking for targets for activation.
So far, after activating all the black wolves, he still has 1220 points of life essence left, and his resources are still sufficient.
He was thinking about forming an army of beasts.
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"Take a rest, my lord!"
Rhodes ran over with a wooden plate in hand and a towel on his arm.
"You've been practicing all morning. Eat some fruit and take a break. Here are the newly picked red fruits, which are very sweet!"
It must be said that although Rhodes is timid and timid, he is very smart and knows how to proactively provide services when Allen needs it, and he can also grasp Allen's preferences.
The red fruits that Rhodes mentioned are one of the few foods that Allen likes - the taste and appearance are very similar to the cherry tomatoes in Allen's previous life.
Allen put away his sword, and Rhodes immediately greeted him with a smile.
"I picked the best ones, sir, and washed them all."
Allen reached out and picked two and threw them into his mouth. He bit them lightly with his teeth and the juice suddenly burst in his mouth. The sweet and sour taste stimulated his taste buds with a refreshing fragrance.
"You must have eaten a lot."
Allen took two more and put them in his mouth and said with a smile.
"No, no, I just ate a few." Rhodes replied with a smile on his face.
Allen looked at Rod's pudgy figure and joked: "Eat less and exercise more. How fat have you become? You won't even be able to run when you encounter an enemy."
"Definitely, definitely." Rhodes quickly agreed.
Allen also knew that this guy would not be too active, so he just said it casually, and then asked: "Are there any red fruits prepared for the knights?"
"Yes, there is,"
Rhodes pointed to the backpack not far behind him and said: "They are all there. I specially asked someone to pick some that are not too ripe. I guarantee they will be very sour!"
"Give me this, and share the rest with everyone."
"No problem, sir!"
Rhodes held up the wooden plate to Allen's hand with both hands, turned around, picked up the basket, and went to distribute the fruits to the black-robed knights.
It is worth mentioning that there is a big difference between Crete and others and the undead spirits such as skeletons and corpses in Allen's concept.
They can also rely on eating to replenish energy when not fighting, but the efficiency is not high.
The reason why the black-robed knights are not cooked well is not because Allen deliberately tormented them, but because their sense of taste is not that sensitive after becoming undead, and they must have strong stimulation to feel it.
When they eat ripe fruits, they will feel that they are bland and watery, but they like the sour and astringent fruits more.
Likewise, their sense of pain has also been greatly reduced. Even if they cut a bloody wound on their thighs, they would just frown.
There has been a certain improvement in mental perception.
Allen gave the order, and Crete naturally suspended training to give the black-robed knights time to enjoy the red fruit.
Unfortunately, before they could take a few bites, a black-robed knight came running from a distance.
"gather!"
Crete immediately gave the order without waiting for the black-robed knights to approach, and the black-robed knights did not hesitate at all, throwing down the fruits and quickly gathering.
Everyone knew that this black-robed knight was sent by Crete to patrol various intersections. In addition, he was accompanied by two stone demons and three dead tree demons.
And if he comes here now, he must have discovered something.