Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 212 Infantry and Cavalry

"How could I possibly accept this? I..." Before Zhang Yuan could even offer a perfunctory polite remark, the old man completely turned the situation upside down.

"Alright, that's what I've been waiting for! Hahaha!" Garas pointed at the cloud giant and laughed heartily, making the other party smile wryly.

Holy crap! Suddenly, what was supposed to be a duo act turned into a one-man show. The monkey stuck out its butt, revealing all its secrets. Even Master Zhang, with his thick skin, couldn't keep up the act.

The old man, who had just tricked the younger generation, turned around, pointed at the other party, and laughed: "Kid, don't think so badly of people. Would the dignified leader of the Cloud Giants be short of your little reward? I was just giving you a push. You should know what you're talking about. Stop acting."

So you get to say both the nice and the mean, leaving me to be the one who's disliked by everyone?
Zhang Yuan reluctantly accepted the situation. When he looked up, he saw that the giant Yun also had a helpless expression on his face. The two, one big and one small, looked at each other and seemed to share a sense of sympathy.

"Guests from afar, please allow me, So-Koo Hu Ankraber, leader of the Cloud Giants, to invite you to visit Cloud Castle, so that we may, as your hosts, extend our hospitality."

Galas nodded without hesitation, then looked at Zhang Yuan.

"Let me discuss this with my companions," the mage captain said, turning to face his team.

The moment he saw his teammates, he knew there was no need to ask any more questions. Their eyes were practically shining, and before the captain could even speak, they were already nodding their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

Come to think of it, which of those who were willing to come out with me on an adventure, trekking all the way north to Neverwinter, were cowards?
The legendary castle in the clouds is now a sight to behold, and we are even able to visit it as guests. Who would want to miss this opportunity?
Not to mention the Canaan team, even the members of Golden Clover, after some discussion, shamelessly asked if they could go together. Before Zhang Yuan could say anything, Garas flatly refused.

"The castle in the clouds looks beautiful, but the hurricanes and thin air at that altitude are not something ordinary people like you can withstand. Are you planning to risk half your life just to see the scenery?" The old man's face remained calm, but his tone was somewhat serious.

The survivors could only give up when faced with a difficult situation. Except for the young man who was somewhat unwilling, he was pulled back by Santos and then gave up.

Perfect timing! These carriages also need someone to look after them. Canaan and his party can't just drive their carriages into Cloud City, can they?

After discussing and explaining things with Santos, the four survivors each went to their respective carriages, preparing to drive to an inn ahead, where they would wait for the Canaanites to return.

As for the possibility that these people might pack up and run away? Zhang Yuan had never worried about that.

Putting aside the tricks they played on the carriage, just look at the ruthless characters he's chatting and laughing with today. If these four ordinary merchants had that kind of guts, then he, Zhang, would truly admire them.

Upon inspection, it became clear that something was wrong. The other two carriages were unharmed, but the horse in the carriage that Captain Zhang was riding in had died!

You scoundrel, how dare you kill my horse!
It was Grando's doing; that blasphemous remark only stunned the team members for a long time, but the poor horses failed to pass the exemption and were immediately taken away.

Don't underestimate these two horses; they were selected from Flamefist's stables and have accompanied him and his group all the way from Baldur's Gate. They are usually diligent, docile, and obedient, and he has grown attached to them.

Not to mention Münster, who usually drove the carriages and spent every day with them. At this moment, the big man knelt down in front of the dead horses, stroking their foreheads and grooming their manes, looking like a pet mortician. The usually brave and fearless big man, who charged into battle, was now extremely dejected, glancing at his captain and Gallas every now and then, his eyes filled with a pitiful and helpless look.

The old man sighed as he watched this scene, then stepped forward, helped Münster up, and placed his hand on the horse's head to examine it for a moment.

“Although life and death are unpredictable and it is the natural cycle, these two little guys have suffered an undeserved disaster, and it was caused by me.” Galas stood up and said, “Fortunately, they are natural animals, otherwise it would have been a bit more troublesome.”

The big man was still somewhat bewildered, but Zhang Yuan realized something and stared intently at the old man's movements.

He casually picked up a twig from the ground and used it as a pen to write and draw on the ground. Before long, a magic circle with a diameter of nearly two meters was completed.

Forgetting about the branch, Gallas reached into his pocket and took out two round little things that looked like nuts, but were actually two acorns.

Placing it in the center of the magic circle, Garas straightened up and began to cast the divine spell he had prepared.

As the incantation continued, the originally dark brown acorn began to emit specks of green light from within, becoming increasingly dazzling and radiant. The magic circle centered on it seemed to be ignited, or as if it were being irrigated by the green light surging from the acorn, filling the entire magic circle with a greenness carrying an inexplicable vitality.

The spellcasting process was not long, lasting only a minute or so, before Garas began the final aria.

Before the echo had faded, strange phenomena occurred. With a flick of his finger, a ball of light, like a jade dumpling, split in two and rushed towards the horse's corpse.

Upon closer inspection of the array, the green light dissipated, returning to normal. The two acorns were no longer the same as before; cracks appeared on their gray-black skin, giving them a decaying and rotten appearance, as if they would turn to ash in the next second.

A long, mournful neigh was heard, the sound of warhorses neighing. Looking up, the two horses had opened their big eyes and were trying to stand up.

Without even mentioning thanking him, Münster hurriedly helped the horse up. Zhang Yuan also expressed his gratitude to the old man, and then heard him say:
"This big guy, Rossiman, is not bad, but it's a pity that he's too old to switch to being a ranger. However, I do have a suggestion."

"All ears!"

“Where do you get all these fancy words, kid? If you can talk, then say more. I find them quite pleasant to listen to.” The old man gave Münster a look of appreciating his son and said, “He’s on the path of a warrior, isn’t he? But don’t waste his natural talent for animal affinity. Look how well he gets along with his warhorse.”

Have you considered having him switch to cavalry duty?

Zhang Yuan clearly heard the words "cavalry" and "knights."

This suggestion actually piqued his interest.

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