408. chapter 406 405 salutes you! Captain Knight.

Chapter 406 405.Hats off to you! Captain Knight.

“Today is the last test you recruits will have to take before you become an honorable winged cavalryman!

It is very difficult, but I believe that after so many days of training, you have gained a rudimentary understanding of wing cavalry tactics, and I also believe that the sweat and blood and tears you have put in are enough to allow you to be hammered from a bunch of poorly ridden sissies into true steel cavalrymen!
Today, under the witness of this ancient mountain forest, the new Winged Cavalry will be inducted into the ranks, and the ancient honorable tradition will be practiced!”

Knight Valander’s trademark low growl, which always sounded like a whip, echoed in the evening light of the grasslands near the Ancestor’s Woods, and today he sat on his horse, Coldwind, fully armored and even heavily armed.

In addition to him, Knight Sunny and several other Winged Cavalry captains were also here, and in front of them were 31 Winged Cavalry recruits waiting to be tested.

There wasn’t a single NPC, they were all players from the Scarlet Hammer and Sickle Regiment.

The NPC knights who had joined the ranks with Happy Stick and his brothers hadn’t even completed the second trial of the Recruit Drill Code by now, while they, the little players who were super studious and unafraid of death, had already advanced to the fifth trial.

The progress of both sides was simply not on the same level!

Knight Valander would have tsked at this difference before, but as he became more and more involved under Murphy’s command, his understanding of the warriors grew deeper and deeper, especially after being told of the warriors’ true identities, he also began to think that this difference deserved to exist.

After all, they were “spirits” from other worlds!
They had already fought hundreds of battles in their own realm, and only because they lost most of their power due to the journey across the world did they become weak, however, that kind of superior fighting instinct was still hidden in their bodies.

All they needed was to be re-honed by time and battle in Transylvania to become strong again.

This perfectly explains their amazing learning and growth rate.

And this strange talk about the warriors couldn’t be said to be exactly the same as the origin Murphy made up for the players, it could only be said to be a bull’s-eye, but after Murphy became aware of it he quickly adopted the strategy of an ostrich, not admitting or denying it, just letting the rumor keep spreading.

It is said that this rumor first came out from the Knights of the Riptide, through the big mouth of Ms. Becky to spread around, but the fact proves that, compared to the mysterious and huge Ceres tribe’s legend, the local people are more acceptable to this kind of “Otherworldly Spirit” claim.

It was probably because this world itself had a mysterious thing called the Grievance Spirit, and since there was a Grievance Spirit, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem to have a Spirit of the Otherworld.

As the leader of the new recruits, Happy Stick was proudly sitting on the saddle of his horse with the same proud smile as Long Aotian.

He was qualified enough to enjoy such an expression!

It was all because in the past twenty-five days, he had relied on his own hard work and unremitting perseverance to complete the difficult course of wing cavalry training. This kind of training intensity and the learning and control of cavalry skills, even for a strict and disciplined veteran is not a “war game” that can be completed casually.

At least four-fifths of their playtime during these twenty-five days was spent on horseback, with no fewer than two thousand rehearsals of the wall charge and the penetration charge alone.

Not only did they have to learn in the game, the fierce brothers of the Hammering Regiment even built a group offline, sharing the various cavalry tactics and learning essentials they had collected from the internet.

It can be said that in the past twenty-five days, these 31 small players are in a state of “bewilderment”, especially those who have a family tiger and leopard cavalry brothers, not a few quarrels with their families because of this kind of research and study.

But it was all worth it!
They created the wing cavalry since the establishment of the “fastest pass” historical record!

According to Knight Sunny, even the greatest Winged Cavalry commander of all time, the father of the young Earl of Sheridan, the old Earl of Cicco, took three months to pass the Winged Cavalry’s recruiting trials when he was young.

These foreigners from foreign lands have already performed miracles today!

In the eyes of these Winged Cavalry commanders in front of him, Stick could no longer see any contempt or disdain, and replaced it with respect and blessings. This change in the attitude of the locals towards them filled Stick with a sense of accomplishment, and the pleasure from this sense of accomplishment was even more exciting than the treasure he had found in the game.

He proved with practical actions that Lord Murphy’s initial judgment of him was wrong!

Not only had he successfully integrated into Transylvania, but he had already gained the trust and respect of the most stubborn group of people in the Transylvanian land.

But this was only the first step!
Happy Stick’s attitude towards the Black Plague was different from most people.

He was probably one of the few who looked forward to the Black Calamity coming as soon as possible, and he didn’t hide his fervor for the war; he wanted to obtain true supreme honor for himself and his brothers in the war that was destined to go down in history.

It had always been Stick’s regret that he hadn’t been able to experience that supreme trial for warriors during his memorable military career, but now, he was finally able to make up for that regret when he was halfway through his life.

He also believed that he was not the only one who felt this way, but that the brothers in his team, who had been sharpened by the Transylvanian war experience, were also looking forward to the time when they would shine on the stage of war, just as he was.

They would be the Swords of Murphy!
They would be the undefeated spears of Transylvania, they would be the nightmare of their enemies and enjoy all the glory they deserved amidst the cheers of their protected lords.

“You will enter the mountains of your ancestors at the stroke of midnight and search for your very own shadow-maned warhorse in the shroud of night! This is the final and most difficult step in your journey to become winged cavalry.

Especially for the Vampire Riders, while you will be strengthened under midnight, your own shadowy habits are not favored by the Shadow Mane Warhorse.

This means that you will have to put in more effort to complete this step of the contract.”

The Valander Knight shouted out what the final trial was all about.

He watched the light in the eyes of the illustrious recruits before him, he was very familiar with this desire for militancy and belligerence, and this desire for martial virtue in abundance pleased him greatly.

This was the fresh bloodline of Winged Cavalry that he wanted to get, and he was sure that as the otherworldly spirits continued to enter Transylvania, the Winged Cavalry rebuilt by his own hands would be even more valiant and warlike than before.

They had sworn an oath to reclaim all that they had lost, and Valander had thought it would take a long time, but now it seemed that fate was still in their favor.

“You must remember that the Shadowmane Warhorse is a contracted spirit between the spirits of the mountains and nature, and these mighty beings will only obey those who are fearless.

They will scrutinize you from the shadows, it is up to you to track and gain their approval, once the pact is made you will not only gain a loyal companion to the Winged Cavalry, but you will also receive the blessing of the Spirits of the Mountains and Forests.”

Knight Sunny, beside Knight Valander, explained aloud to the recruits:
“Under the watchful eye of the Spirit of the Mountains, you may not enter into this pact by force unless the Shadowmane Warhorse asks you to do so!

The challenge given to you by those brave and wise beings is not the same, but whatever it may be, you have but one night, and failure to ride the Shadow Mane up to the Sacred Pool of the Mountains before dawn means you have failed your trial.

Is that understood?”

“Understood!”

Happy Stick, mounted on a hunting colt, shouted back on behalf of his brothers, and Knight Valander nodded as he gestured to the mountain folk elder behind him who guarded this particular woodland, and the elder, who was leaning on a walking stick and wearing a strange antler mask, trembled and lit two stone fire pits with his own hands.

Strange blue flames burst forth in the fire pans, which were devoid of any dry wood, and then the misty borders of the realm appeared in the material world.

Obviously, the Shadow Mane War Horses that the Winged Cavalry needed were not tamed in the material world, and this was the biggest secret of the mountain tribes and Winged Cavalry of the Ancestral Woodlands.

This was also the reason why no Shadow Mane Warhorse had ever fallen into the hands of anyone other than the Winged Cavalry since the founding of the army 400 years ago.

It simply could not be seized!
Because the moment the indentured cavalry died, these nature elves would return to the strange demiplane in which they were born.

Therefore, it could be said that the warhorse that Stick and the others were looking for had most likely been contracted with other winged cavalrymen and had participated in countless battles together, and compared to those warhorses, these guys were the true “new recruits”.

“Remember to call out ‘Old Company Commander’ when you meet a Shadow Mane Warhorse after you go in.”

Brother Stick joked in the private chat, causing the other brothers to laugh. The 31 people here had all served in the military with the exception of Merciful Giant Sharkbear, and they could obviously get the unique connotation of Happy Stick’s joke.

In the midst of this laughter, the group dismounted and walked into the mist, and after a “seamless transition” they appeared in a quiet mountain forest shrouded in moonlight.

Happy Stick found himself alone in a part of the forest, his connection with his brothers was broken, and he was unable to use his arithmetic beads, but he didn’t panic.

This kind of trial is definitely for a single person.

He moved his body forward and explored, but compared to the other people exploring the same woodland, Stick’s aura was a bit “lacking”.

This of course does not mean that he is weak, although already more than thirty years old, but he pays great attention to fitness and health, its physical quality is better than many young people in their twenties.

The real reason for Brother Bang’s “lack of qi and blood” was because of his “blood descendant”.

Every three days, he had to complete a “blood feeding” for Melia Corando Le Sombra to ensure that the weak Melia recovered to her proper strength as soon as possible, which was not a pleasurable thing to do.

Because that wolfsbane blind chick is really greedy!
Whenever she was sucking blood from Brother Bang’s neck, she felt as if she was going to swallow Happy Bang whole, completely proving the true meaning of the saying “women are tigers” with her own strength.

At first, Happy Stick was very resistant to this kind of blood-sucking behavior, but as he slowly adapted to it, he has now learned to make peace with Merliah.

What can you do if you don’t?
You can’t just leave her there to die, right?
This chick’s life was already tragic enough, and she herself belonged to her father’s murderer erm, from this perspective, Stick probably understood why Melia’s expression was so strange every time she drew blood.

It wasn’t all bad though.

Stick realized that with the increased number of blood feedings, Melia’s strength had also recovered a lot.

The former werewolf vampire was a rare psychic among the werewolf clan, and she was now able to follow Stick out in the middle of the night and hunt some animals for herself on her own.

Happy Stick estimated that by the time the black plague broke out at the latest, Melia would be able to return to the black iron elite level of spell casting, and by then he would have an additional “portable mage”.

No. Not one, but two!
Not one, but two!

Although Melia’s younger sister Winnie is not a descendant of Stick, she is always inseparable from her sister, which means that as long as Melia follows Happy Stick onto the battlefield, then Winnie, the Spiritualist, will also fight together, and then he, the Winged Cavalry + Grave Sword Guards as the charging T, Melia and Winnie, two Elite Spiritualist, will not the world be invincible! This is the rhythm of “invincible”?

Hey, this is the joy of having a “paper wife”, isn’t it?
And eye-catching and can fight, nothing can also accompany to talk, except can not cough, anyway, now these small players of their chicken are in the hands of Lord Murphy, can not also does not matter.

“Master, don’t get carried away, the warhorse you’re looking for is scrutinizing you in the mists ahead, and your current behavior is disappointing it.”

Just when Stick was thinking about it, the cold and clear voice of the blind lady Melia suddenly rang in Stick’s mind, interrupting his beautiful imagination but not making Happy Stick feel surprised.

Over the past period of time, he had gotten used to such sudden words from Melia’s mind.

“You can feel it?”

Stick said curiously as he moved forward to survey the mist that permeated the forest:
“You can share my vision? I remember you didn’t know this spell before.”

“Well, I just learned it from Miss Phymis, it is said to come from Lady Trish’s improvement of the detection psychic energy, and this spell is very easy to use.

Especially in the case that my eyes have been blinded while yours are still intact, it’s equal to me growing new eyes, it feels really good to regain my sight.”

Melia explained and then added:
“I’m not a knight, but I’ve studied a bit about warhorses, and I used to aspire to be an equestrian, so anyway, the advice I can give you right now is that approaching it at a slow pace and holding out your hand to show that you’re not hostile until you get permission to touch it would be a good place to start.

You can then try to tame it.

This strategy has a success rate of over 70%! If you have carrots or oats in your hand then the success rate will increase to 90%.”

“Since I decided to become a cavalryman, I’ve always kept this kind of stuff on hand.”

Grinning, Stick took out three crunchy carrots from his psychic bag and slowly moved forward following Melia’s instructions.

The Shadow Mane Warhorse seemed to be attracted by the carrots, and it appeared from the mist, its three-meter tall body was like a heavy tank, and the rippling muscles underneath its black skin and mane reminded Stick of those heavy-duty pulling horses in the real world, and this warhorse was obviously an old horse, with some scars still remaining on its skin.

It was like a warrior’s medal.

It stared at Happy Stick, the light flashing like onyx in those dark eyes.

After a few seconds of staring, the warhorse crouched its neck down and began to nibble on the carrot in Happy Stick’s hand.

“Now!”

Merliah reminded:

“Jump on the horse and start taming it!”

Stick acted immediately, but in this moment he asked as an afterthought:
“Did you just say the success rate is 90%? Then the remaining 10%”

Before he could finish his sentence, the agile Shadow Mane Horse lifted its hind hoof and kicked the jumping Happy Stick in the chest with a thud.

This strike was like a gazelle hanging without warning, but the terrifying force was like Stick hitting a siege hammer head-on, and his entire body flew out more than ten meters away in a screaming voice.

Luckily, he was a vampire who had opened his wings in time, otherwise this was enough to send him back in a sorry state.

“That’s what happens to the remaining 10% .”

Melia’s sultry voice, obviously holding back a laugh, rang out in the Happy Stick’s mind as she tried to maintain the Grimmie’s ladylike tone, but clearly couldn’t hold it together any longer as she said:
“You’ve had some pretty bad luck, my poor master… well, that Shadow Mane Horse seems to think this is pretty interesting, so it looks like that’s what it’s giving you to try out.

Jump on its back and ride it to the woodland altar before it gets bored, come on my lord, may your already broken ribs continue to hold out until you are victorious.”

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Rod said irritably:
“I feel like I’ve raised a white wolf.”

“You guess? Besides, my nickname in the Grayclaw faction is ‘White Wolf’.”

The Bloodblood’s contact with his venerable leader was quietly disconnected by Melia’s light laughter, and Happy Stick wiped the dust from his chest with a look of displeasure, but then couldn’t help but laugh out loud himself. Well well well, this Wolfsbane chick is quite interesting, so dark, no wonder she can play with Missy.

Happy Stick re-stabilized his body and fished out another carrot, he stared at the Shadow Mane Warhorse in front of him that was shaving its hooves and said in a double entendre:
“Then let me tame your fiery horse! Cutie.”

(End of chapter)