Early in the morning of the second day, outside the castle of Viscount Fergus, more than 300 cavalry assembled.

The neat and uniform queue and the momentum of the baptism of the battlefield make them look magnificent.

At the forefront of the more than 300 cavalrymen were 16 men in battle uniforms, some of them middle-aged and some young.

These are the two barons, the six lords and their heirs in the realm, Lord Lind is not here because he is in charge of guarding the castle.

Viscount Fergus rode towards the group on his red-blooded horse, which was as fast as a blood beast, and behind him, Gray, Bernal, and Ellis all wore battle uniforms and rode horses.

This territorial battle was an opportunity for actual combat, so Viscount Fergus brought all three Gray except Caroline.

Although women can also practice blood methods, they generally rarely follow them to fight, and once they do, they must all be gifted.

Viscount Fergus obviously did not think that Caroline was such a gifted person, and 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 battle uniforms at the forefront of more than 300 cavalry all turned over and dismounted, holding the reins in their left hand and their right hand across their chests, bowing to Viscount Fergus.

"Well, yes, let's go!"

Viscount Fergus looked at the 16 people, especially the young faces among the 16 people, and saw that these people were in high spirits, and he couldn't help but nod his head with satisfaction when he saw that they were about to go to battle.

The 16 men turned on their horses, and the whole team moved in unison.

The dust rolled upside down, like earthy yellow smoke, and the horses galloped like an unstoppable torrent, heading towards the east of the realm, where Viscount Oliver was located.

Gray rode on top of the black horse he had ridden before, and now that horse was a special horse, only temporarily, of course.

According to his agreement with Viscount Fergus, if his strength reaches the median blood warrior within two years, Viscount Fergus will give him a red-blooded horse that can be as fast as a blood beast, and when the time comes, this horse can be retired.

And his current cultivation speed, because that kind of transformation has not disappeared, is still a rapid progress, up to now, the third time the first posture has been able to persist for eight minutes, and in a few days, he should be able to completely complete the third first posture.

At this rate, Gray estimated that it would take another three months for him to reach the rank of a mid-level Blood Warrior.

He was quite hesitant now that after his strength was raised to the middle blood warrior, whether he should tell Viscount Fergus about it, after all, this kind of improvement speed was too terrifying, far beyond the talent shown by the original owner of the body before.

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

At the same time, he has been thinking about this transformation of his body for the past few days.

The transformation is because of the blood of the blood beast, and the transformation must be related to the blood of the blood beast, and his strength is rapidly approaching the wind wolf that provides the blood of the blood beast, and he will not have the ability to reforge his body similar to absorbing biological characteristics, and then using this creature as a model, right?

To put it simply, swallowing the blood of any creature can make the body grow into the ability to have the same strength as that creature in a very short time.

Of course, this was just Gray's own speculation, whether this was the case or not, it still needed to be confirmed by subsequent cultivation, and at the same time, he also wanted to know what would happen if he took the blood of other blood beasts except the wind wolf?

"Master Bernard, Master Gray, Master Ellis."

A young man in a brown suit rode towards Gray's side, the man with light brown hair, medium build, and a somewhat handsome face. Ricardo.

Riding on their horses, Gray all nodded to each other, and the other party continued to approach on horseback, and only spoke after coming to Gray's side.

"Young Master Gray, I'm really sorry for what happened yesterday, I didn't expect that the hunt I organized would be used by the people of the Oliver family to assassinate you, Young Master Gray."

Ian said apologetically.

"Big Brother Ian doesn't have to blame himself, even if it weren't for this hunt you organized, the Fergus family would have found other opportunities to assassinate me."

Gray shook his head.

In fact, the most unfortunate of all in this matter is probably Ian. Ricardo, who spent his energy and kindness organizing a hunting party, ended up with an unwarranted disaster and encountered such a thing as assassination.

didn't get any benefits, but made the nobles' children have some feelings for him, after all, the assassination took place in the hunting party he organized, and he had a certain responsibility anyway.

"Thank you, Master Gray, for your understanding."

Ian said with a sigh of relief.

If it had been yesterday, he probably wouldn't have been so cautious about Gray.

But from the fact that the Viscount learned that the mastermind behind the assassination of Gray was the Oliver family, and he brazenly launched a territorial war against the Oliver family, he had already seen that Viscount Fergus valued Gray very much, and it was very likely that it was above Bernal, and the rumors that Viscount Fergus wanted Gray to inherit the title were likely to be true.

"It's okay, in fact, I had a lot of fun yesterday, except for the bad thing like the assassination."

Gray smiled, this is the truth, in the past life and this life, he still enjoyed the pleasure of hunting for the first time, for this event without a wildlife protection decree, he inexplicably liked it.

"Well, you had a good time, but I was called by my father as soon as I arrived at Shipolin yesterday, and I didn't have a chance to hunt at all."

Next to him, Bernal joked.

"Then let Big Brother Ian organize it again!"

Because of yesterday's incident, Gray's impression of Bernal has changed a lot, and he can't help but smile when he sees Bernal joking.

"Okay, no problem, I'll organize it again when I go back this time."

Ian also said with a smile.

"I'm in favor of organizing it again, but don't attract any more Assassins......"

Bernal said bitterly, and after saying this, all three of them couldn't help laughing.

Three hours later, the team had left the Viscounty of Fergus and entered the Viscount of Oliver.

The Viscounty of Fergus was not small, covering 3,000 square kilometres, and the roads were still rugged, but they were still traversed in three hours.

This world not only has blood beasts that are beyond the norm, but the endurance and running speed of ordinary horses are also much stronger than in previous lives.

Traveling thousands of miles a day is no longer a legend, but a real existence, such as the red-blooded horse on which Viscount Fergus sits, can be reached, and even surpassed.

Da-da-da-da!

Entering the territory of Viscount Oliver, the party will occasionally pass by some fields and occasionally by some villages.

The cavalry team of more than 300 people passed by with murderous vigor and vigor, raising dust all over the ground.

The civilians working in the fields were so frightened that they threw away their hoes and fled, and the villages they passed through were also hiding in simple wooden houses, secretly looking at Gray and his team through the cracks in the boards.

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

For the low-level commoners, any action of the nobles who rule them may harm them, just like now, if it is a nobleman with a bad character, I am afraid that these commoners have been tortured and killed in the territory of the Oliver family at this time.

Fortunately, Viscount Fergus did not, although he was dissatisfied with the Oliver family's assassination of Gray, but Viscount Fergus obviously had no intention of taking Viscount Oliver's civilians to be angry, and the cavalry team went straight across the fields, over the villages, and towards the central area of Viscount Oliver.

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

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

In front of this cavalry team, more than a dozen men in battle uniforms rode on tall horses, looking murderously at the cavalry team that Gray was in.

The first one, dressed in a brown metal uniform, has an ordinary face, has two brown beards, and is not very tall, but he looks quite lean.

He sat down on a horse with pure black hair, which was longer and taller at the shoulders than the dark horse Gray was riding.

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 this is a good horse, but I don't know if this is a good horse that can be compared to the red-blooded horse of Viscount Fergus.