Divine Blood Warrior

The next morning, more than 300 cavalry gathered outside Viscount Fergus's castle.

The neat and uniform queue and the momentum baptized by the battlefield make them look magnificent.

At the forefront of the more than 300 cavalry are 16 men in war clothes, including middle-aged and young people.

These are the two barons, six lords and their children in the territory. Lord Linde did not appear here because he was responsible for guarding the castle.

Viscount Fergus rode on his red blood horse with a speed comparable to that of blood beasts and walked towards the group. Behind him, gray, Bernal and Ellis all wore war clothes and rode on war horses.

This territorial war was an opportunity for actual combat, so Viscount Fergus brought all three of gray except Caroline.

Although women can also practice blood skills, they rarely follow the battle. Once they follow the battle, they must be gifted people.

Viscount Fergus obviously did not think Caroline was such a gifted person, and he had no intention of cultivating Caroline's battlefield experience.

"I've seen Lord Viscount!"

Seeing the arrival of viscount Fergus and his party, the 16 men in war clothes at the forefront of more than 300 cavalry all turned over and dismounted, with the reins in their left hand and their right hand across their chest, leaned over and saluted Viscount Fergus.

"Well, good, let's go!"

Viscount Fergus looked at the 16 people, especially the young faces among them. Seeing that these people were in high spirits, he could not see the uneasiness of going to the battlefield and nodded with satisfaction.

16 people turned over and mounted the horse, and the whole team moved neatly.

The dust rolled up like yellow smoke, and the horses galloped like an unstoppable torrent towards the east of the territory, which was the direction of viscount Oliver.

Gray rode on the black horse he had ridden before. Now the horse has become a special horse, of course, only temporarily.

According to his agreement with Viscount Fergus, his strength will reach the middle blood warrior within two years, and Viscount Fergus will give him a red blood horse with a speed comparable to the blood beast, and at that time, the horse can be retired.

The reason why his current cultivation speed has not disappeared is that he has made rapid progress. Up to now, the first posture of the third time can last for eight minutes, and he should be able to complete the first posture of the third time in a few days.

According to this speed, gray estimated that in three months, his strength would be raised to the middle blood warrior.

Now he is rather hesitant to tell Viscount Fergus about it after his strength has been promoted to the middle blood warrior. After all, this promotion speed is too terrible, far more than the talent shown by the original master of the body.

Although he wanted to impress Viscount Fergus by showing his talent, would it be too much to show it all?

At the same time, he is also thinking about this transformation of his body these days.

Metamorphosis is due to the blood of the blood beast. Metamorphosis must be related to the blood of the blood beast. My strength is rapidly approaching the wind wolf who provides the blood of the blood beast. I won't have the ability to absorb biological characteristics, and then take this creature as the blueprint to recast the body?

Simply put, swallowing the blood of any creature can make the body grow into an ability with the same strength as this creature in a very short time.

Of course, this is only gray's own guess. Whether it is so still needs to be confirmed by subsequent cultivation. At the same time, he also wants to know what will happen if he takes the blood of other blood animals except wind wolf?

"Master Bernard, master gray, master Ellis."

A young man in a brown war suit rode towards gray and leaned towards them. The man had light brown hair, medium build and somewhat handsome face. He was Ian Ricardo of the Baron Ricardo family.

Riding on the horse, gray nodded to each other, while the other party continued to ride close to Gray's side before speaking.

"Master gray, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I didn't expect that the hunting I organized would be used by the Oliver family to assassinate master gray."

Ian said apologetically.

"Brother Ian, don't blame yourself. Even without this hunting organized by you, the Fergus family will find other opportunities to assassinate me."

Gray shook his head.

In fact, I'm afraid Ian Ricardo was the most unlucky one in this matter. He spent his energy and kindness to organize a hunting party, but he suffered an innocent disaster and was assassinated.

He didn't ask for benefits, but let the noble children have some concern for him. After all, the assassination took place in the hunting party he organized. Anyway, he has a certain responsibility.

"Thank you, master gray, for understanding."

Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

If it had been yesterday, he would not have taken gray so seriously.

However, when the Viscount learned that the Oliver family was behind the assassination of gray and launched a territorial war against the Oliver family, he had seen that Viscount Fergus attached great importance to gray, probably above Bernal. The rumor that Viscount Fergus wanted gray to inherit the title was likely to be true.

"It's all right. In fact, I had a good time yesterday in addition to the bad things like assassination."

Gray smiled. This is the truth. In his previous life and this life, he enjoyed the pleasure of hunting for the first time. He inexplicably liked this event without wildlife protection laws and regulations.

"Well, you had a good time. Unfortunately, my father called me as soon as I arrived in shipolin yesterday. I didn't have a chance to hunt at all."

Next, Bernal joked.

"Then let brother Ian organize it again!"

Because of what happened yesterday, Gray's impression of Bernal changed a lot. When he saw Bernal joking, he couldn't help laughing.

"OK, no problem. I'll organize it again this time."

Ian smiled, too.

"I agree to organize it again, but don't attract assassins again..."

Bernal said bitterly. After saying this, the three couldn't help laughing.

Three hours later, the team had left Viscount Fergus's collar and entered Viscount Oliver's collar.

Viscount Fergus's collar is not small, with a full 3000 square kilometers, and the road is still rugged, but it was still crossed in three hours.

In this world, there are not only blood beasts, which are beyond the Convention, but also the endurance and running speed of ordinary horses, which are much stronger than those in previous lives.

It is no longer a legend to travel thousands of miles a day, but it really exists. For example, the red blood horse sat down by Viscount Fergus can reach or even exceed.

Dada, dada!

Entering Viscount Oliver's territory, the team occasionally passes by some fields and occasionally by some villages.

The cavalry of more than 300 people passed by in a murderous and menacing manner, raising the dust on the ground.

The civilians who cultivated in the fields were so frightened that they threw away their hoes and fled. In the villages they passed, every family hid in simple wooden houses and secretly looked at Gray's team through the cracks in the wooden boards.

There is fear, curiosity, surprise, doubt and worry in the eyes.

For the civilians at the bottom, any action of the nobles who rule them may affect them. For example, now, if they are nobles with worse character, I'm afraid they have tortured and killed these civilians in the Oliver family territory.

Fortunately, viscount Fergus did not. Although he was dissatisfied with the Oliver family's assassination of gray, viscount Fergus obviously had no intention of taking revenge on Viscount Oliver's leading these civilians. The cavalry team went straight across the fields, across the villages and towards the central area led by Viscount Oliver.

However, half an hour later, the team was forced to stop because another team appeared in front of them.

This is also a cavalry team, probably a little more than Gray's cavalry team, which should have more than 400 people.

In front of the cavalry team, more than a dozen men in war clothes rode on high horses and looked murderously at Gray's cavalry team.

The first one, dressed in brown metal war clothes, has an ordinary face and two brown moustaches. He is not tall, but he appears quite vigorous.

He sat down on a horse with pure black hair, longer and higher shoulders than Gray's black horse.

With a body length of about 2.2 meters and a shoulder height of about 1.6 meters, it looks extremely tall. There is no doubt that it is a good horse, but I don't know whether it is a good horse comparable to the red blood horse of viscount Fergus.