"Not bad!" Nalant nodded approvingly as he watched his Storm Squad complete a secret technique charge.
Although the Storm Knights were not yet a match for the extraordinary knight orders of the Sacred Continent.
They were already no different from the extraordinary knight orders once commanded by the great nobles of the Glory Continent.
Now, all he needed was time, and his extraordinary knights would swiftly grow stronger.
Strength Fruit really was good stuff. It seemed that no matter how dangerous it was next year, he would have to take a trip to the Beastfolk Empire.
Nalant had not even finished the Strength Fruit in his own bowl, yet he was already eyeing the pot in the Beastfolk Empire.
Across the Sacred Continent, he was probably the only oddball who would think this way.
If the beastfolk found out, they would surely leap up, gnash their teeth, and surround him for extermination.
"My lord, my lord!" Just as Nalant finished musing, little Sherry suddenly came running out of the castle.
"Sherry, what is it?" Sherry's little face was flushed red from running. Nalant knew trouble had probably come knocking again.
Sure enough, Sherry immediately cried out, "My lord, Little Gray just discovered a beastfolk force eighty miles away."
"These beastfolk forces should all be from small beastfolk tribes. There are more than six thousand of them."
"Also, according to what Little Gray overheard, there seem to be more beastfolk forces behind them!"
"Oh? They've finally come?"
Nalant was not overly surprised by this news.
Ever since returning, he had been waiting for the beastfolk to arrive.
After a month and a half of waiting, the beastfolk had finally reached them.
However, it seemed the beastfolk were still using their old tactic—sending small tribes to lead the charge.
Although Nalant had