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The kingdom issued a conscription order for all nobles and commoners to report to the Sacred Sword Legion barracks stationed in the border fortress of the Marquis of Ansel.

The Ansel's Sacred Sword Legion is a powerful force belonging to the Ansel family, known as one of the three strongest forces in the kingdom, and has always been a sharp sword and solid shield for the border of the Celt Kingdom to defend against the invasion of the orcs of the Northwest Wasteland.

The other two of the three legions are the Knights of Glory of the Kingdom, which are controlled by the royal family, and the Tower Mage Corps, which is controlled by the Kingdom Mage Association.

The Celtic Glory Knights are the largest of the three major forces, although there are only more than three hundred official members who have reached the knightly rank, among which the junior knights at the peak of black iron are the mainstay, but each knight has at least two heavily armed attendants, plus auxiliaries, the scene of three hundred knights charging with thousands of cavalry is enough to shock most of the enemies of the kingdom.

Compared to these three, although the number of Sert's tower mages was the smallest, and when it was full, it was only about a hundred at most, but it was the most powerful among them. After all, on the battlefield, once the number of mages known as mobile turrets is formed, they can exert at least ten times more combat power than a thousand cavalry charges.

And after the mage legion, there is the holy sword legion controlled by the Marquis of Ansel.

This was established by the first Marquis of Ansel, whose history can be traced back to the Bannai period of the ancient magic empire thousands of years ago, after the development of the Ansel family over the ages, it has become a private guard composed of dozens of swordsmen, and has become a powerful legion with full members and thousands of auxiliary troops.

And every official member of the Holy Sword Legion is a verified Black Iron Peak Swordsman, and some of the officers are bronze swordsmen who have surpassed the Black Iron rank and comprehended the use of Qi, and there are even rare silver powerhouses among them. It is said that their supreme leader, the current Marquis of Ansel, is a powerful gold-level sword saint, and as one of the two great sword saints of the kingdom alone, his status is not inferior to that of His Majesty the King of the mainland countries.

Thousands of elite swordsmen at the peak of black iron, and a powerful sword saint inheritance, this is also one of the fundamental reasons why the Ansel family and the Holy Sword Legion can exist to this day, and even if they are taboo by successive royal families, they can still develop and become stronger and stronger.

There was now a commotion outside the barracks at the rear of the fortress, where hundreds or thousands of people had gathered, all civilian adventurers and noble privateers and the rarest of them who had come to sign up for the war.

There are two places to sign up for just outside the barracks gate, but the number of civilian adventurers is too large and growing. They can't handle the thousands of applicants in a short period of time.

Seeing that the scene was in chaos again, an officer who led the squad to maintain order had to stand up and shout again.

"Listen, civilians and adventurers are signing up here, and nobles and professionals are signing up over there!

After listening to the officer's shout, most of the civilian adventurers were quite settled, only some of the noble private soldiers waiting for the arrangement did not care, but no one made any loud noises or deliberately provoked trouble.

Donald came to the registration office with few people at this time, there were only two or three people in line here, although the number of private soldiers of the nobles added up, but there were not many nobles who were lords, and the noble lords who came before had already finished registering and were invited to rest in the big tent of the barracks, and those who remained outside were only the private soldiers who were waiting for them to arrange accommodation.

After absorbing the demonic power of the Fire Burning Demon, after the transformation, the power of the Demon Hunter was not counted, and Donald's strength realm quickly improved again, reaching the peak of the Black Iron High Rank, if it wasn't for the spell level not keeping up, it would definitely be easy to promote the Black Iron High Rank Mage.

Of course, although the level has reached the second-level spell casting standard and has obtained the black iron mid-stage certification, his strength is not very stable, and he has only mastered one wind arrow of second-level spells at present, this is because he has not had time to familiarize himself with the composition of those new spells.

However, with the Book of Truth as the backing, and after the spiritual power authority was promoted to one level, he would not be afraid even if he faced multiple bronze powerhouses watching. Now with the strength given by the Demon Hunter, he can compete with the silver powerhouse, and Donald is even more confident.

When it was Donald's turn to sign up, the recruiter saw that he was dressed in ordinary aristocratic attire, and he couldn't help but be a little contemptuous. He has seen a lot of such down-and-out little nobles, no matter how high the title is, the nobles have no actual territory and official power, and they are just a small soldier in the barracks, they don't need to care, and they don't bother to ask, they are waiting for the little noble district to slap him up.

For him, a recruiter who has gradually joined the army from a civilian to his current status, it is still very enjoyable to be able to feel this vanity once in a while.

Compared with the recruiter's contemptuous attitude, Donald, who was bent on showing his strength on the battlefield, did not care, and he did not wait for the other party to ask and open his mouth, and reported his situation in a few simple words.

"Donald Melinner, hereditary knight heir, black iron mid-stage mage, summoner!"

"What?"

The recruiter couldn't believe it, and even panicked, and his first thought was that Donald was lying about his identity. Whether it is a hereditary knight or a mage, it can only be the object of his envy and jealousy, not to mention the weight of these two identities combined.

"You're kidding! Lying about your identity is a violation of military law and punishable by death!"

As he spoke, the recruiter looked at Donald with a sneer, as if expecting him to change his tune, and then apologize to himself for mercy and seal a big benefit.

Unable to deal with such a villain, although Donald was dissatisfied, he only showed his mage badge that he had just updated, and said in a cold voice:

"I said that I am a Black Iron Mid-Rank Summoner, and this is personally certified by my teacher, Silver Mage, Master Messer of the Boulder City Mage Club, do you have any questions?"

Seeing the mage badge that could not be faked, the recruiter's smile froze on his face, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"No! No, Honorable Knight, Master Mage, this is just a place to recruit ordinary nobles, a noble person like you, and a powerful mage, the General has specially arranged a manpower reception, and allocated an independent camp for you to rest, please come with me!"

After saying that, the conscription officer ordered his subordinates to continue to preside, leaving behind a few small noble children in the line, and then personally led Donald to a separate ornate tent outside the fortress.