Knock Down That Tower

White Bear Town.

"The alternative knights actually fought the refugee robbers, a crushing victory..."

Willy looked at the report document at hand: "One hundred knight attendants, seven were lightly injured, two were seriously injured, three were killed, and more than 160 enemies were wiped out... Not bad."

Willie closed the file.

"However, this is not enough..."

Willy narrowed his eyes slightly, stood up, and looked into the distance through the window.

He knew very well that this time, to achieve such a crushing victory, in addition to the fact that the basic combat qualities of the candidate knights were relatively strong, there was also a very important point that the opponent was too weak.

Although their number is three times that of the alternative knights, their combat effectiveness is very weak. These refugees, even if they become robbers, loot resources that cannot guarantee that each of them will be fed. Fighting against a group of guys whose stomachs are not full, even if you win, it is not something to be proud of.

"The next step is to further improve the individual combat capabilities of the candidate knights, and at the same time, it is necessary to cooperate in group capabilities..."

Willie thought to himself.

The candidate Knights are essentially a group. Now it is just because in the early stage of construction, it focuses on the improvement of individual strength. In the later stage, the team combat capability is more important.

For the combat capability of the training group, Willy has long been prepared.

He handed over the military combat records and military combat experience books he brought back from the legacy of the Cold Lion Royal Family to his eldest brother Thorpes.

Thorps selected officers with command and research experience in the Guards Department to extract the gist of the book together, combined with reality, to formulate follow-up group combat strategies for the candidate Knights.

When the individual strength of the candidate knights reaches the expected level, it is time to start training the team's combat ability.

"Lord Baron."

Willy was thinking, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

I saw a personal soldier came in and saluted Willy while holding a letter in his hand.

"Lord Baron, Baron Lunitt of Sanddie Town, sent his first secretary to bring you a letter and a cart of gifts.

"

The personal soldiers respectfully stretched out their hands and handed the letter to Willy.

"I see."

Willy took it over smoothly. Although he had not read the specific content of the letter, Willy had already guessed the same.

He tore open the envelope and read the contents of the letter.

Sure enough, everything was as Willy expected.

Baron Lunet expressed his gratitude to himself in a very low manner.

He expressed his strong gratitude to Baixiong Town for taking action to solve the refugee robber group stationed near Shadie Town.

"What about the secretary?"

Willy briefly glanced through the letter, and then asked the personal soldier.

"He is waiting at the gate of the manor."

The personal soldier responded to Willy.

Willy nodded, and then continued to instruct: "Lead him to the VIP reception manor first, and let Sandor accompany him to dinner tonight."

"Yes, Lord Baron."

After the personal soldiers took orders, they bowed to Willy and left the room.

A secretary of a small baronial domain, who has not yet had the qualifications for Willy to meet in person.

In fact, asking Sandor, the mayor of the town, to meet him is enough to express the importance he attaches to his guests.

"correct……"

The arrival of the secretary did not affect Willy's thoughts, it was just a small episode.

After the personal soldier left with his order, Willy thought of another question.

"For the military equipment of the candidate knights, we have to speed up the production..." Willy felt that it was necessary to personally issue an order to urge the Armament Manufacturing Department, "When the combat capability is improved, the improvement of weapons and equipment will also It can greatly improve the combat capability..."

Willy is very satisfied with the legacy of the Leng Lion royal family.

Although there are not too many extraordinary legacy, these resources are exactly what White Bear Town needs most.

"Speaking of the Armament Manufacturing Agency...I don't know how that guy Eric is now..."

Willie thought for a moment.

Willie hadn't seen Eric once since returning to White Bear.

According to what Colson told himself, since Eric asked him for a life energy test a month ago, he began to seal himself up to practice and study necromancy, which seemed to bring himself into a A state of complete isolation from the world.

According to Colson, Eric is now more focused than when he was hammering.

"What a hardworking little guy..."

Willie muttered to himself.

He understood Eric's psychology very well. Eric saw Colson, who came out of Fandoutun together, became his right-hand man all the way. He was actually envious. greater help.

When Willy asked Eric if he was willing to become a Necromancer, Eric's first question was whether he could serve himself better after becoming a Necromancer.

For this child, Willie has a great impression.

"Go see him another day..."

...

At this time, the Ordnance Manufacturing Agency.

A blacksmith shop exclusively for Eric.

Eric has not left the place of practice for a long time. In this month, he left for the first time, and the destination was the place where he once struck iron.

When Eric returned to the Armament Manufacturing Agency, everyone was surprised. After all, Eric had not appeared here for a long time, and many people thought that he had given up his career in blacksmithing.

However, when Eric came back, he was not alone, but brought a dying yellow dog with a prosthesis made of fine iron on one of its hind limbs. It was the mutilated stray dog ​​that Eric took in shortly after he came to the Armament Manufacturing Agency.

At this time, the yellow dog has a very weak breath and seems to have reached the end of his life.

Judging by its sparse fur and wrinkled skin, this yellow dog is very old.

A dog's lifespan is generally only about twenty years.

"Persevere a little longer, maybe everything will turn around..."

After Eric walked into his blacksmith shop, he put the yellow dog on the seat beside him.

The yellow dog didn't have the extra strength to respond to Eric, and just looked at Eric with grateful eyes.

It doesn't know what Eric will do next, but it is still grateful for Eric's adoption more than a year ago and the prosthesis he built for himself.

After putting the yellow dog down, Eric did not light the furnace as before, but walked to the compartment of the blacksmith shop.

With the key in his hand, he was about to open a locked cupboard door.

"The power of necromancy is not opposed to the power of life..." Eric suddenly muttered to himself, "It just stands on the side of life."

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