The Knight's Journey to the Empire

The levels of Warcraft are divided into primary Warcraft, intermediate Warcraft, advanced Warcraft, super Warcraft, and legendary beast king.

This actually corresponds to the professional level of the knight's training.

The biggest difference between Warcraft and wild beasts is that Warcraft can absorb energy from heaven and earth, strengthen its body, and become stronger. High-level Warcraft can even release powerful bloodline magic.

Therefore, Warcraft are generally large in size and belong to large beasts.

Things like little bugs, little birds, little fish, little turtles, and little trash (garbage) all have no chance of becoming Warcraft.

Each type of Warcraft has its own bloodline magic inherited from its own clan, but only when it advances to the intermediate Warcraft stage can it have enough magic power to release.

One of the important indicators to distinguish primary and intermediate magic beasts is whether they can release bloodline innate magic.

So this Rock Armored Warthog can only passively accept damage now.

Moreover, its leg is now seriously injured, bleeding profusely and causing unbearable pain.

There were also soldiers on the hillside using huge rocks to block the attack, so it would undoubtedly be extremely difficult for it to charge and break through the encirclement.

So today it is doomed to die.

Sure enough, after several fierce attacks on the encirclement without success, the rock warthog became exhausted and began to lie on the ground, not moving.

However, Soran did not rush forward immediately. Instead, he ordered his men to shoot all the arrows in their hands to increase the wounds and speed up the bleeding.

Finally, we waited until almost sunset before slowly exploring.

The warthog is surrounded by a large area of ​​red land stained with blood. Its final cause of death was excessive bleeding.

The largest wound was caused by the animal trap, which caused secondary damage when it violently broke the rope.

Of course, no matter how much blood flowed, Soran didn't care. He was not the White Knight, and he didn't know how to make potions, let alone preserve them.

All he wanted was that magical beast flesh, and... that...

Those who understand will understand.

The rock warthog has a huge body and a strong physique, weighing nearly 2000 kilograms.

This monster meat contains rich energy and is a high-level material for assisting knights in their training.

However, it requires special methods to preserve it, otherwise the energy in the meat will be dissipated in vain, which is a huge waste and a disgrace.

And it just so happened that, because Soran loved learning, read widely, and was well-read, he had never seen the method of preserving this magical monster meat in any book, so he didn't understand it and didn't know how to deal with it.

Is this normal?

This is of course normal.

So, Sauron waved his hand and sent more than 500 kilograms of monster meat to each of the two garrison squadrons of the No. Defense Fortress and the No. Defense Fortress to improve their food.

Of course, the two fattest and tastiest hind legs must be reserved for the people in this fortress.

So in the next few days, naturally, everyone in the team ate meat with big mouthfuls, drank soup with big bowls, and was full to their heart's content.

For these soldiers, most of whom came from humble origins, eating meat was already a luxury, let alone eating precious monster meat?

And they provide enough food to eat, which is simply heavenly treatment, unimaginable.

There is no doubt that Sauron's actions have gained a lot of loyalty and favorability among his hundred-man team, and his prestige has been greatly improved.

In addition to the meat, the tusks and certain body parts of the rock warthog were secretly kept by someone.

Of course, what this "someone" claims to the outside world is definitely personal collections and trophies.

…………

The days of eating meat are undoubtedly very happy.

Especially now, when we are stationed in a fortress without any war and living a happy and comfortable life.

But the cruelty of the world lies in its uncertainty. How can it let you have an easy life?

Days like this that make you happy are destined not to last long, and the sufferings of life will continue.

All we need to do is be prepared and meet challenges at any time.

As it happened, Sauron was not prepared for this emergency.

Because his anus was blossoming, he was stabbed and sentenced to death.

It was another sunny day, with crisp autumn air and clear blue sky without a single cloud.

In the same single room, the same Soren was reading the same colorful book.

It was Jim who ran in again and reported hurriedly.

He ran in a hurry, and the news he reported almost made Soran drop his jaw in shock.

"Captain, something bad has happened. Urgent war report, urgent war report, the front line has been lost, the front line has been lost. The army of the Principality of Glia has attacked from our hometown, and our retreat has been stolen."

Soran: "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

This was Soran's first thought.

"Tell me, kid, what's going on?" Even Soran couldn't keep calm.

"Captain, I just took my men out for reconnaissance, and I discovered that a force from the Principality of Glia was attacking Fortress No. 3." Jim said breathlessly.

Obviously, because the situation was urgent, he ran all the way back.

"How many people are there? How is the war going now? Has Fortress No. 3 been breached?" Soran asked subconsciously.

But soon, Soran caught Jim's blind spot and changed the subject, saying, "Didn't I tell you to scout in the direction of Fort No. 1? Why did you go to Fort No. 3?"

“I, I, I…” Jim’s face flushed, hesitating, and he did not directly answer Soran’s question. Instead, he said, “My captain, now is not the time to worry about this problem. Think of a solution quickly. When I came back, I saw a group of people coming towards us. They are about to attack us.”

Soran ignored him and immediately gave orders to the soldiers who had gathered around him: "Wolf, go and call back all the brothers who are still outside; Martin, take two people to the direction of Fort No. 3 to scout the situation and keep hidden; Allen, immediately run to Fort No. 1 to inform them that there is an enemy attack from the rear and tell them to prepare for battle. When you get there, don't come back until I notify you."

In the crowd, squadron leader Wolfe, guard Martin and a thin man took the order and left, while the others were still standing there in a daze.

"Why are you still standing there? The enemy is coming. Get moving, close the fortress immediately and prepare for battle." Soran roared angrily.

Suddenly, some people were looking for swords, some were holding guns, some were wearing armor, some were carrying supplies, and everyone started moving, even some were wiping their butts and putting on their pants.

Soran was speechless.

It seems that life here is too comfortable, and I am too lax in my management. Now I have become a traitor.

Wait, why does it feel like something different has mixed in?

What the hell, what the hell is going on, you two gay guys running out of the bathroom naked?

…………

"Jim, tell me what's going on." The news Jim brought back was so shocking that he had to find out more about it.

"Reporting to the captain, I led my men to investigate Fort No. 3. When we got closer, we found that an army of the Principality of Glia was attacking Fort No. 3. It seemed that they launched a sneak attack, and Fort No. 3 was broken into before it was closed." Jim reported loudly.

"Did you see how many of them there were?"

"Estimated to be around 200 people."

"One last question. Why did you scout in the direction of Fortress No. 3? Instead of going to Fortress No. 1 as I instructed." Soran looked straight into his eyes.

“I, I, I…” Jim’s expression became evasive, his tone was hesitant, and his face turned red as liver.

Soran knew there must be something fishy going on, but the two sides were deadlocked for three seconds. Just then a soldier came over and asked, "Captain, should we close the gate now, or wait for Brother Martin and the others to come back?"

So Soran let Jim go temporarily and said to the soldier, "Just block it off, Martin and the others can come back and use the hanging basket." Then he went straight to the rooftop.

Seeing this, Jim breathed a sigh of relief.

I finally kept the secret. If I told it to others, I would be too embarrassed to live like a human being.