With Boggs' order, the sharp blade standing in the ranks of soldiers couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, because the squad that was called out by Boggs was the squad he was in. In the cavalry establishment of the Beamon Empire, a cavalry squad was exactly twenty horsemen.

"Whew~!" The comrades in the squad beside the blade already let out an excited howl when they heard this. For these Wolffs, it was a great honor to be selected to train on behalf of the wing and to slay their opponents in full view. Of course, the Wolves did not take these captured mercenaries and bandits seriously seriously, they considered themselves tigers and wolves, and these captives were just poor lambs.

The wolf cavalry of the fourth squad all came out of the ranks, left the training ground, and went back to put on and tow their mounts.

"Rookie, this is your first performance, don't hold back our team!" In the barracks, veteran Bart teased the blade as he wiped his cutlass after putting on his armor. Then he asked, somewhat puzzled, "By the way, what is your mount?" I heard that you didn't want to give you a wolf in the unit, but instead used an atavistic Demon Spotted Hyena King as a mount. Although the strength of the demon spotted hyena is not strong, the hyena king who has the atavistic phenomenon has the awakened bloodline of the hellhound, which is a high-level demonic beast that has reached the seventh level. Is it really something you submitted?"

"Of course I submitted!" replied Blade, also armoured.

Bart pursed his mouth with a look of unbelief. It's no wonder Bart was skeptical. He'd heard some rumors about the rookie in front of him. It is said that when he came to report, he was followed by an atavistic demon-spotted hyena, and the appearance of the demonic beast bowing down in front of him was even more tame than a domestic dog, and it was obviously his magic pet. However, Bart didn't believe that Blade had the strength to subdue a high-level demonic beast to be a demonic pet. Because Blade was so young, Bart didn't think he had such strength.

In addition, Bart had vaguely heard that Blade seemed to be a guy with a background, so he felt that the atavistic demon spotted hyena should have been subdued by the forces behind Blade, and then used it as a demon pet for Blade.

"Rookie, when you're going to fight with those alien guys, you follow me. Bart sheathed his sword and spoke to the blade.

Although Blade was extremely confident in the upcoming fight and was not worried about his own safety, he was still a little moved by Bart's concern, and he smiled and said, "Okay, old bird, when the time comes, my safety will depend on you!"

Bart grinned, "No problem, but after the training, you want to treat me to a barbecue." Your boy's barbecue skills are really superb, I've eaten it twice, and it makes me feel like I'm going to have an endless aftertaste, and I drool when I think about it, haha!"

Blade reached out and straightened his pheasant helmet, and after putting down the mask on the helmet, he also walked out of the barracks. However, he did not go to the stable. Instead, he put his right index finger and thumb in his mouth and whistled loudly.

The whistle sounded as if by magic, and it was heard far and wide. At this moment, on a sunny hillside outside the barracks, Hell Roar was lazily lying asleep in the grass. Since the Blade arrived at Warsong Castle's 3rd Wing barracks, he hasn't summoned Hellroar yet because he hasn't been on a combat mission. Hellroar usually lives a free-spirited life near the barracks, and it almost forgets that it has a master who has signed a master-servant contract.

The roar of hell in his sleep awoke abruptly. The deep throbbing that came from the depths of the soul imprint reminded it of someone's call, and reminded it of its identity as a demonic pet. The Demon Spotted Hyena King stood up angrily, spread his legs, and ran towards the barracks down the hillside.

In a corner of the training ground, the captives of all races, who had been unshackled, were gathering to discuss the battle that would soon decide their fate.

"If we win, will the orcs really let us go?" a goblin muttered with a wincing.

There was silence for a while, for no one knew if the orcs would keep their word.

"Whatever, killing one is enough, killing two earns one, since the orcs have given us a chance to fight, then even if we die, we will have to pull a few more of them to back up!" said a half-orc viciously.

"Regardless of whether the orcs will keep their promise in the end, these weapons and armor are not inferior, at least when it comes to fair fighting, the orcs have not broken their promises!" the bald man said slowly, inspecting the weapons and armor brought by the orc. He picked out a long sword from it, and with a flick of his fingers, the blade of the sword buzzed, obviously a good sword.

The captives began to choose their weapons and armor to fit their weapons. When the selection was finished, a whining horn sounded, and a team of twenty wolf cavalry rode into the training ground with a wolf, stopped at a distance of 100 meters from the captives, lined up, and unsheathed their swords, facing the captives.

"In five minutes, the battle will officially begin!" a wolf cavalry in the appearance of an officer announced loudly as he galloped between the two sides. As soon as he finished the announcement, he turned around and left the training ground.

"What's that?Hellhound?" the captives cried out when they saw that one of their opponents, an ironclad knight wearing a covered helmet, was riding not a wolf, but a beast that looked somewhat similar to the legendary Demon Realm beast, the Hellhound.

The Hellhound is a powerful magical beast of the Abyssal Demon Realm. And the knights who can use the hellhound as a mount are at least demons at the level of demon minor lords in the abyss demon realm. A Hellhound Knight is enough to easily sweep away the captives on the field.

But the appearance of a Hellhound knight from the Demon Realm in the orc army is clearly an anomaly. Soon, one of the captives reacted and corrected: "That's not a hellhound, but an atavistic demon-spotted hyena with the blood of a hellhound!"

The captives couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, although the demon-spotted hyenas that appeared to have atavistic phenomena generally entered the ranks of seventh-level high-level demonic beasts, but most of these captives on the field were also warriors of a certain level, and there were even high-level warriors, and a seventh-level demonic beast was not difficult to deal with. However, more attention was paid to the spotted hyena and the werewolf rider on its back.

"Raymond, the fast sword, I'll leave the werewolf riding the spotted hyena to you to deal with. Is there a problem?" said a middle-aged human man among the captives to the bald man.

The bald man used to be the leader of a small mercenary group operating near Warsong Castle, his full name was Naraymond Zario, and he was a little well-known among the mercenary circles in the northern grasslands. Raymond is a swordsman by profession, and has earned the nickname 'Fast Sword' due to his superb swordsmanship and extremely fast sword strike. Lei Meng is not only good at the fast sword, but also has reached the seventh level of fighting spirit, and among the captives on the field, he is the only one who has entered the high-level martial arts. Therefore, in the next battle, the captives wanted him to deal with the werewolf who had a high-level demonic beast mount.

"Let Collins come over and cooperate with me. That demon-spotted hyena was already a level seventh-level demonic beast, and I could barely handle it. But that werewolf who can use a seventh-level demonic beast as a mount should at least be a seventh-level knight, right? Corinth is not only a sixth-level dwarven warrior, but also has a rare talent transformation skill, 'Giant Technique', and can also fight against seventh-level warriors after transforming. Only the two of us working together will have a chance of winning against that person!" Raymond said in a deep voice after hesitating for a moment.

"Alright, I'll go talk to Corinth. As he spoke, the middle-aged man walked over to the dwarves who had gathered among the captives, and struck up a conversation with one of the dwarves with a tomahawk on his shoulder.

Soon, the middle-aged man made a deal with the dwarf. I saw that the dwarf nodded, left his companion, and came to Raymond's side with the middle-aged man.

"Raymond, I didn't expect the two of us to join forces one day!" said the dwarf, shaking his thick beard and glaring. The dwarf Corinth, before being captured by the orcs, was also the leader of a small mercenary group near Warsong Castle. In order to compete for territory and business, Collins's mercenary group and Raymond's mercenary group clashed a lot, both wanted to eat each other, but because the two sides were equal in strength, they never won or lost. When the Orc Bloodfang Cavalry Regiment arrived, both sides became the target of attack, and the mercenary group was quickly wiped out by the Orcs. Raymond and Collins, two old rivals, have also become prisoners of the orcs.

"I cooperate with you because I don't want to die!" Raymond said coldly: "Also, now that we are fighting side by side, don't look at me with such eyes!

The dwarves had always had a short temper, but Corinth, who was rare this time, did not burst into a rage at the reproach of his old rival, but just snorted heavily and turned his head away. Obviously, Corinth also knew that it was imperative to survive this battle with the orcs, and that would require him to work together with his old rivals.

On the training ground, a low and dull drum beat sounded. The captives' hearts swelled, and they knew that the battle that would decide their fate had begun.

The terrible wolf howl suddenly resounded in the training ground, and the wolf cavalry urged the mounts under their crotches, brandished their swords, and rushed towards the captives like a whirlwind.

"Kill everyone!" among the captives, I don't know who let out a roar, whether it was humans, goblins, orcs and dwarves, all of them screamed wildly and rushed towards the wolf cavalry.

Only a tall figure stood still! It was the only ogre among the captives!

The ogre began to chant in a low voice, and his fingers were gesturing strangely, as if he was about to perform a spell.