"Lord Morey, I'm going to show you the joke, we're ......"

Arnold was a little embarrassed, but Olsen spoke up first to explain for him: "Lord Morey, if these trainees enter the [True Illusion] in a sleeping position, then the energy consumption of the [Ancestral Spirit Staff] will be lower, so I asked the Lord Commander to make them take the tea brewed by the Tranquility Flower, and then conduct the skill training experiment after falling asleep." ”

"Well, Arnold, they slept so soundly, it means that you trained properly, I haven't been able to reward you yet, how can I blame them!"

"Elder Olsen, how much energy does the [Ancestral Spirit Staff] still have? How long can it last? ”

Morey didn't feel offended by the loud snoring of these warriors one after another, on the contrary, it was still a positive and serious performance of training, and he was more concerned about the energy of the [Ancestral Spirit Staff].

When Olsen revealed that the true secret of the half-elven city was the withered vine-like [Ancestral Spirit Staff] in his hand, Morey couldn't believe it at first.

It wasn't until Olsen personally experimented with Morey that Morey believed that the [Ancestral Spirit Staff] in front of him was the real reason why the half-elf city could rise rapidly.

With the help of this magic staff that can release the [True Illusion] and assist the troops in training, the half-elf city lord can easily train a large number of elite half-elf warriors as long as he enters the ancestral spirit hall under the pretext of entering the ancestral spirit hall to accept the blessing of the ancestral spirit, and some genius half-elves can develop their potential early, allowing them to grow up faster and fully explore their potential.

The steady and rapid mass production of elite warriors and a steady stream of elven powerhouses complement each other, which has promoted the half-elf city to become a well-known and powerful city, and followers will naturally flock to it after hearing the news.

Although these wandering half-elves have made up for the shortcomings of the half-elf city's lack of population, this has also made the half-elf city a little overwhelmed, after all, the energy of this [Ancestral Spirit Staff] can only be obtained by sacrificing powerful or intelligent creatures alive.

In order to obtain enough energy, the half-elves forcibly killed the goblins within a hundred miles of the surrounding area, and there were no goblins who did not even rob their heads, and the security of the entire northern region was clear.

At that time, some people praised the half-elf for having a strong sense of social responsibility, but only the half-elf rulers knew how much helplessness there was.

Slowly, because of the increasing population, the Ancestral Spirit Hall had to start restricting the entry of the half-elves, although the rest of the half-elves did not know that their so-called ancestral blessing came from a withered vine staff inserted on the underground altar, but this did not prevent them from making the judgment that entering the Ancestral Spirit Hall was equivalent to increasing their potential and strength.

Therefore, at the instigation of people with intentions, the lower-level half-elves set off a storm of protest against the half-elf authorities, that is, the old city lord.

At that time, almost everywhere the old city lord went, a large crowd of people shouting protest slogans would surround him.

As the protests intensified, the old city lord unsurprisingly fell into an "unexpected" conflict.

When the lord was assassinated, Olsen, the old lord's loyal servant, had to leave the city they had built with the half-elves loyal to the lord, and of course the withered vine staff hidden in the underground altar.

And those conspirators who secretly plotted to usurp power successfully completed the transformation from guests to hosts, because they knew that their position was unstable, so they urgently prepared a living sacrifice, hoping to appease the people.

But without the [Ancestral Spirit Staff], the dead wood totem in the Ancestral Spirit Hall would naturally not be sprinkled with the spiritual light of the ancestral spirit's blessing, and then these stunned "impossible" guys in the Great Lake were eaten alive by the angry people.

Of course, these subsequent developments were all known to Olsen through various channels in the following time, and now he has no intention of nostalgic for the glory and humiliation of the past, and the development and growth of this half-elven descendant loyal to his master is what he wants to do the most, and the one who can do all this is the Baron Morey in front of him.

Therefore, this experiment must be foolproof, so Olsen carefully sensed the energy in the staff again, and replied seriously: "Although the energy in the staff is not sufficient, it is enough to complete a class of cavalry battalion [riding training]!" ”

[Real Illusion] is divided into two modes, one is the stream of consciousness that only connects the consciousness to the main increase of experience, and the other is the full hook stream that connects the consciousness and the body together, and the two modes have their own advantages and disadvantages.

One type of course is the so-called stream of consciousness, and the biggest advantage of this kind of course is that it saves energy, so it naturally became the first choice for this experiment.

"Okay, let's get started!"

Morey was already a little impatient.

Olsen didn't hesitate, he walked to the slightly raised altar in the middle, and with both hands he firmly aimed the staff at the middle spell node, and then grabbed the head of the staff and twisted it hard.

Morey and the others didn't feel anything when they stayed in the observation area, but the one hundred and eighteen sleeping warriors all shook their bodies, and then their eyelids began to roll rapidly, obviously they had entered the [True Illusion].

Galen is an ordinary citizen of Red Leaf City, just because he helped to do some washing work for the family's carriage to haul goods, and occasionally brought out the old military horse that was almost unable to see clearly, he was selected by the cavalry reserve to be sent to the town of Argesha for training.

God knows what his father's face was like when he patted his chest at the officer in charge of recruiting and assured him that his son would be able to ride around the busiest trading area in Momiji City for ten minutes.

However, after coming, Galen let go of the apprehension in his heart, because in the same batch of newcomers, there are also guys who dare to claim to be Hermes after only touching the horse's butt a few times and being kicked.

Compared to them, he is at least a man on horseback, isn't he?

The training was very hard, every day they had to practice at the same time as the military horses, and the first training they received was to wash the military horses, because the instructor of the royal capital said: "The military horses are your closest partners on the battlefield, and they are your most reliable comrades!" ”

Despite what he said, most of the time, Galen felt more like a botched groom.

Cleaning the stone trough, mixing the feed, washing the horses, he was so tired that he didn't even have time to go back to the dormitory and fell asleep on the thick haystack.

A few weeks later, just as Galen wondered if he should be transferred to the city guard or militia, he and one hundred and seventeen other comrades were secretly taken to the laboratory hidden underground.

After drinking the slightly bitter cup of herbal tea, Galen lay down on the wooden bed that still smelled of the trees.

By the time he came to his senses again, he was already on a running horse.

It took a long time for Galen to react, and he instinctively grabbed the reins in his hand, for fear of falling.

"Where is this? What am I doing? ”

Before Galen could understand what he was doing, he heard the one in front of him shouting, "Kill! ”

In an instant, shiny sabers lit up all around, and Galen lay on his horse in a daze and watched as they swung their sabers and plucked off their hideous heads.

Warm blood spilled on Galen's face, waking him up from his stupor.

Then he felt that his mouth was full of blood, and it turned out that blood was pouring down his mouth because of sluggishness.

Ahem!

Galen immediately lowered his head and coughed, and at that moment a sword light swept across where he had been, and if he had been half a minute slower just now, he would now be a corpse.