"With these hundred Black Scale Warhorses, our Cavalry Regiment's combat strength can rise by another huge step." Dana stood at the edge of the stables with his arms folded, watching the pitch-black warhorses that had been driven out. His eyes gleamed with delight.
"These are the horses you wanted—ninety mares and ten stallions." The administrator approached while wiping sweat from his brow. "You really picked a difficult bunch."
Ang said nothing more and merely nodded. Then he personally entered the enclosure and inspected the condition of each Black Scale Horse.
The ninety mares were generally in good condition. Though some had minor wounds or slight ailments, they could all recover quickly with Ang's Holy Light Technique and Healing Potions.
He pressed his palm against a horse's neck or back and infused it with a thread of holy light. The wounds on its body swiftly scabbed over and healed.
As for the ten stallions, they were still young. Their sturdy frames had yet to fully take shape, and they clearly needed more time to grow.
However, judging from their violent reactions and restless muscles, most of them were in the early stages of magical transformation.
As long as they developed smoothly, advancing into Level 1 Magical Beasts was only a matter of time.
Several stallions were extremely restless as the administrator led them over. Their hooves thundered against the ground, and thick breaths sprayed from their nostrils as they nearly broke free of their reins several times.
Yet when Ang released a layer of holy light and pressed his palm to their foreheads, they miraculously calmed down.
The horses' agitation ebbed away like a receding tide, leaving only low snorts and the occasional gentle toss of a mane.
The administrator stared in astonishment. "That skill of yours... it's on par with