"Dang, dang, dang," a loud and urgent bell sound spread to every corner of the castle. Abel, who was forging a sword of 120 skills, was shocked. Because he used too much strength in his hand, the sword that was about to be completed was directly broken into two pieces.
Throwing away the broken sword in his hand, Abel hurriedly rushed out of the operation room and quickly walked to the square of the castle. He stopped a guard and asked, "What happened?"
"Master Abel, werewolves were found outside the castle." The guard saw Abel and quickly replied.
"Come and help me put on the armor." Abel stopped the guard who was about to leave and quickly brought him to the place where the armor was placed in the hall.
No matter what kind of armor it was, it was very troublesome to put on the armor. Abel did not have his own Knight Attendants. The 20 Knight Attendants that Lord Marshall handed over to him a few days ago were actually private soldiers. They could not be considered real Knight Attendants.
Knight attendants were supposed to serve the knights. They would help the knights deal with their daily affairs, take care of their daily lives, maintain their armor and weapons, take care of their warhorses, and help with their armor during wartime. They would also accompany the knights into battle and provide backup weapons.
However, there were not many people who really knew that Abel had become an official Knight. Abel also deliberately did not mention this to others. Those who knew were basically very powerful. Those who had seen Abel before, such as Viscount Dickens, the Knight of the Great Wall, would not talk about this to others.
The blue armor fit perfectly on Abel, who was more than 1.7 meters tall. Abel moved a little, and the weight of the armor did not affect his movements. Abel carried the ice magic sword on his back and put it on his back.
He held the red unicorn shield in his right hand and picked up the five-meter-long, 300-pound Knight's spear in his left hand. He then climbed up the wall of the castle.
"Abel, you're here." Lord Marshall, who was wearing a Taurus armor, saw Abel and greeted him. He seemed very relaxed at this moment, and did not seem as anxious as he had been for the past few days while waiting for the werewolves.
"Uncle Marshall, how's the situation?" Although Lord Marshall looked relaxed on the surface, Abel could see that his eyes were bloodshot, which meant that he hadn't been resting well recently. According to the tedious process of putting on the Taurus Armor, this armor probably hadn't left his body at all.
"The werewolves are gathering. I'm afraid they want to play a game of cat and mouse because they have great power!" Lord Marshall sneered, then turned around and laughed at the guards on the wall. "Aren't they afraid of losing their fangs?"
The guards on the wall burst into laughter, and the tense atmosphere was swept away. Abel understood that Lord Marshall was trying to boost their morale. If they were too nervous, they might not even be able to unleash their usual combat power.
"Where's the Knight's squire?" Abel didn't see the 20 Knight's attendants on the parapet, so he asked curiously, "Shouldn't the real power of those castles be here at this time?"
"They're all in the secret passage outside the castle." Lord Marshall replied and continued. "The werewolves have no formation at all. Once they gather, we'll give them a lesson on tactics."
Lord Marshall was very confident at this moment. There were a total of 5 elite Knight riders. With the Taurus Armor and the 2 magic swords in his hands, he was confident that he could stop 2 to 3 elite Knight's attacks. Although no one knew how strong his foster son Abel was, as an opponent he often sparred with, Abel's monstrous strength and his skills as a Knight were starting to make it difficult for Lord Marshall to handle.
The most reassuring thing for Lord Marshall was the 20 Knight's attendants. He had tested the magic equipment that Abel had made for them. Although they were not made by Abel, their magic effects were not weak at all.
Lord Marshall, an intermediate Knight, could not defeat any of the Knight's attendants. No matter what kind of attack they used, it was useless in front of the shield. If they were not careful, they would be slowed down by the ice magic of the sword, and then they would be attacked endlessly until they were defeated.
Lord Marshall did not plan to let these Knight's attendants face the elite Knight. According to his experience, he agreed with Abel's words. This kind of round shield could not block the powerful attack of an elite Knight. It was not that the magic effect was weak, but the powerful attack would destroy the material of the round shield.
The activation of the magic effect took time. When the weapon struck the shield, the shield would first bear the brunt of the attack. Then, the magic runes would begin to take effect and cancel out the power of the shield according to the magic effect. Therefore, this 80 skills round shield was a flawed piece of equipment.
Even so, these 20 Knight's attendants were armed with magic weapons. To the worgens, who did not know the effects of magic equipment, their first attack would be the most fatal. Lord Marshall did not want to leave this opportunity on a wall that could only be used for defense. That way, he would not be able to unleash the full potential of these magic equipment.
Slowly, more and more wolf riders gathered 100 meters away from the castle. Soon, there were no more wolf riders.
"5 elite wolf riders, 50 intermediate wolf riders, and 100 low rank wolf riders. What a big move." Lord Marshall looked at the worgens outside the wall. It was noon, and these arrogant worgens did not choose to attack Harry castle at night. Instead, they chose to attack at this time.
"As long as there are no wolf rider captains, we don't have to be afraid of them." Abel also saw the situation outside the wall, so he was a little relieved.
These wolf riders from the Woolf family were very easy to recognize. 5 elite wolf riders were wearing iron half-body armor, 50 intermediate wolf riders were wearing leather armor, and 100 low rank wolf riders were not wearing any armor. This also reflected the lack of armor in the Orc Empire. In the human world, as long as you were an official Knight, you would wear iron armor. You would also need a Knight's big sword and other weapons according to your requirements.
The wolf riders all had the same long spear in their hands. These spears looked the same, but the material was different according to their rank. The low rank wolf riders only had a small amount of iron at the tip, while the intermediate and elite wolf riders all had iron spears.
"Do you dare to go out and attack them now?" Lord Marshall said proudly to Abel. Under the shine of the sun, his Taurus armor shined brightly. At that moment, the guards on the wall felt like they were looking at the legendary god of war.
"Yes, sir!" Abel's fighting spirit was ignited by Lord Marshall's words.
"Prepare the horses!" Lord Marshall yelled.
Soon, the servants had already put on the upper body armor of 2 war horses and brought them out. These 2 war horses were recently bought by Lord Marshall from the Duchy of Thunder through his connections. The powerful Taurus armor was too heavy, and normal war horses would not be able to move quickly for long periods of time. Also, Abel had made himself a 300 pound heavy Knight's Spear, so he also requested a better war horse.
With the help of the Knight servants, both of them got on their horses. Abel gently stroked the horse's body. He had not ridden this horse since he bought it, so he had to use a special method at the last minute.
As the war horse moved lightly, Abel purposely stayed behind Lord Marshall. He softly chanted a spell, and a strange force field surrounded Abel and his war horse. Other than Abel, no one in the castle had any power of the will. Otherwise, they would feel a kind of pressure from a distant world.
Abel was already used to this kind of pressure. Every time he helped Black Wind use the mount enhancement spell, he would feel this pressure.
With the use of the mount enhancement spell, Abel could already feel the soul of the war horse on his body. This was a war horse with a pure soul. It was chosen to be a Knight's war horse since birth, and it had been trained since it was born. The purpose of its birth was to serve a Knight. In its simple understanding, it was a part of a Knight.
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