White Sheep Town now had more than two hundred breeding warhorses, and its adult warhorses numbered over two thousand. The pastures needed to raise them alone covered tens of thousands of acres.
After three years of Danyla's selective breeding and improvements, their quality had increased enormously.
Whenever the Great Dragon swept overhead, the warhorses would break into a gallop of their own accord. Thousands of horses thundering across the lush grasslands made for a spectacular, blood-stirring sight.
Back when her uncle Daemon had been guarding Dragonstone, his eyes had seemed glued to Danyla every time he returned from an inspection.
The foals born in the last two years, in particular, had undergone tremendous changes in both size and physical condition. This naturally had something to do with the specially enriched fodder Danyla fed them.
Recently, Danyla had also tried mixing that magical soil into their fodder, making the warhorses increasingly wild and unruly. An ordinary person would have a hard time taming them now.
Only the twelve Sheepskin Peeler Warriors, who had built bonds with these horses since they were very young, had managed to tame three warhorses apiece.
The twenty mounted Dragon Guards Danyla had recently recruited had struggled mightily to tame their own warhorses. Even then, the horses they had tamed came from the earlier batches.
As the saying went, a fine horse deserved a fine saddle. An outstanding warhorse naturally gave a warrior a tremendous advantage as well. The Dragon Guards were already very satisfied with their mounts.
So when Dax and the others easily tamed the fiercest warhorses in the pastures, they won the Dragon Guards' respect just as easily.
Perhaps friendship between men really was that simple and pure!
The Dragon Guards, who had initially looked down on the youths from Skarkos Island, immediately hit