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Knight Captain_2

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Knight Captain_2

They would become the Sword of Murphy!

They would become Transylvania’s Invincible war spears, they would become the nightmare of their enemies and bask in all the glory they deserved amid the cheers of the citizens they protected.

“You will enter the ancestral forests after midnight, seeking your own Shadow Mane War Horses under the cover of darkness!

This is the last and most difficult step to becoming Winged Cavalry.

Especially for the Vampiric Knights among you, although you are strengthened at midnight, your innate darkness is not favored by the Shadow Mane War Horses.

This means you will have to expend more energy to complete this step of the contract.”

The Valande Knight shouted loudly about the content of the final trial.

He looked into the eyes of these outstanding new recruits before him, he was very familiar with their desire for combat and battle, and this abundance of martial vigor also pleased him immensely.

This was the fresh bloodline of Winged Cavalry he wanted to see, and he believed that with the continuous entry of warriors from other realms, the Winged Cavalry he personally rebuilt would be even more courageous and battle-hungry than before.

They had once sworn to take back everything they lost, and Valande thought it would take a long time, but now it seemed that fate still favored them.

“Remember, the Shadow Mane War Horses are the contractual spirits of the Spirit of the Mountain Woods and nature, and these powerful beings only submit to the fearless.

They will observe you from the shadows, you must track them down and earn their approval; once the contract is established, you will not only get a loyal companion of the Winged Cavalry but also receive the blessing of the Spirit of the Mountain Woods.”

Knight Sannie, beside the Valande Knight, loudly explained to the new recruits:

“Under the watchful eye of the Spirit of the Mountain Woods, you must not use force to achieve this contract, unless the Shadow Mane War Horses request you to do so!

The challenges these brave and wise beings set for you will differ, but regardless of the nature of the challenge, you only have one night to complete it; failing to ride the Shadow Mane to the Holy Pool in the mountain forest before dawn means your trial has failed.

Does everyone understand?”

“Understood!”

Stick Brother, riding atop his demon-hunting steed, loudly responded on behalf of his brothers, and the Valande Knight nodded his approval.

He gestured to the Mountain Elder guarding this special woodland behind him, and the Elder with the weird antler mask and a cane shakily lit two stone fire basins himself.

The strange bluish flames rose up in the fire basins without any dry wood and then the misty boundary of the realm manifested in the material world.

Clearly, the Shadow Mane War Horses needed by the Winged Cavalry were not tamed in the material world, which was also the greatest secret of the Mountain Tribe and the Winged Cavalry.

This is also why, since the founding of the army 400 years ago, not a single Shadow Mane War Horse has fallen into the hands of anyone other than the Winged Cavalry.

It’s simply unattainable!

Because the moment a contract rider dies, these natural spirits return to the strange demiplane they come from.

Therefore, it can be said that the warhorses Stick Brother and his companions sought had most likely already contracted with other Winged Cavalry and participated in countless battles; compared to those warhorses, these guys were the true “rookies.”

“After you go in and encounter a Shadow Mane War Horse, remember to call out ‘Old Company Commander’.”

Stick Brother joked in a private chat, causing his brothers to laugh heartily.

The 31 people here, apart from the Kind-Hearted Shark Uncle, all had military experience, and they clearly got the unique joke Stick Brother made.

Amidst such laughter, the group dismounted and walked into the mist, and after a “seamless transition,” they appeared in a tranquil mountain forest bathed in moonlight.

Stick Brother found himself alone in some part of the forest, his connection with his brothers was severed, the Calculating Pearl could not be used, but he was not flustered.

This kind of trial was definitely meant to be done alone.

He limbered up and moved forward with a swagger to explore, but compared to the others exploring the same woodland at this time, Stick Brother’s presence was slightly “underpowered.”

This certainly did not mean he was weak, although he was in his thirties, he paid a great deal of attention to fitness and health, his physical condition was even better than many twenty-year-olds.

The real reason for Stick Brother’s “lack of vitality” was due to his “Blood Descendant.”

Having to feed Melia Corlando Lersenbra with “fresh blood” every three days to ensure the weak Melia recovered her rightful strength was not a pleasurable task.

Because that blind-eye lass from Wolf Poison was really “greedy”!

Every time she leaned on Stick Brother’s neck to draw blood, it felt like she was about to swallow him whole, fully proving the true meaning of the phrase “women are tigers.”

At first, Stick Brother was resistant to such vampiric acts, but as he gradually adjusted, he also learned to reconcile with Melia.

And what could he do if he didn’t reconcile?

He couldn’t just leave her to die, could he?

Her background was already tragic enough, and he was one of the enemies who killed her father…

well, from this perspective, Stick Brother probably understood why Melia always looked so strange when drawing blood.

But it wasn’t all bad.

Stick Brother found that as the number of blood feedings increased, Melia’s strength had also recovered a lot.