As autumn gave way to winter, the skies over North Wind Territory gradually became shrouded in dark clouds. Cold winds swept between the city walls and fields, carrying a biting chill. Yet rather than weakening North Wind Territory's vitality, the cold drove the entire territory into an unprecedented state of war readiness.
Young people from every village and town enlisted one after another. The training grounds teemed with figures as warriors drilled day and night, the clash of blades and spears echoing into the skies.
Members of the North Wind Warband and North Wind Guard Camp who had reached the strength of Level 1 Warriors were all equipped with Enchanted Armaments, greatly increasing their combat power.
The cavalry battalion in particular had over forty knights, all of whom had broken through to become Level 1 Warriors. Combined with their powerful Black Scale Horses, their combat strength multiplied several times over.
On the training grounds, this cavalry battalion drilled charge formations under Ang's command. The iron hooves of the Black Scale Horses left deep marks in the frozen earth, while enchanted lances gleamed with faint runic light. Every charge carried the force to tear through the air, as though it could easily crush an ordinary infantry unit.
Even the most demanding officers had to admit that this cavalry battalion was already beginning to display the bearing of a Cavalry Regiment.
At the same time, under Ang's guidance, Aisha began independently handling rune inscription work. Her progress was astonishing. She could already inscribe complete Basic Strength Armament runes on her own and ensure that the runes on every Enchanted Armament remained stable and enduring.
At night in the Enchanting Workshop, magical light flickered. The carving knife in Aisha's hand lightly passed across the metal surface, and runes emerged like flowing water, precise