Chapter 28
{ War Horses }
Powerful muscles…
Red skin…
Completely black eyes…
These were the marks of war horses.
The moment Ian saw them from afar, he was ecstatic.
This was exactly what he needed now.
A group of powerful, ferocious horses—brave enough not to fear swords.
Their den was settled on elevated grassy land.
Their number was around 120 horses…
Strong and courageous—and most importantly, their leader at the rear…
The manes of the war horses were pitch black, but this one had an elegant yellow mane.
Stronger. Faster. A hundred times braver.
Ian smiled and said, “Noa… are you ready?”
“The trap is prepared, my lord.”
“White Tiger… it depends on you,” Ian said.
The tiger nodded and roared as it charged toward the horses’ den…
If Ian appeared himself, the horses would panic and refuse to leave their territory. But if beasts attacked, it would be a different story entirely…
This would be a territorial war between beasts—nothing more.
Ian looked at his skill list, where the Tamer profession had been added.
Hah… I’m like a hive of professions now. But what can I do… I lack many classes. More importantly, I’m the only one who can train all professions.
The general can learn any combat profession, such as Warrior or Archer, without any problems—but only combat ones. Ordinary people can only learn a single profession.
Ian thought further… the Mage profession he had—who should he give it to? Should I keep it, or use it to increase my strength now? My issue isn’t loyalty… my issue is the level of the villager who would receive it. This profession is powerful and needs a strong user to reveal its full potential.
Ian was still thinking when the tiger reached the horses’ den…
The tiger roared and displayed its power…
The aura of a beast at the eighth step of the first level.
It wasn’t something the horses dared to confront easily.
Neigh.
The horses cried out and stared at the newcomer with courage…
Raaaaaar!
The tiger unleashed its skill, forcing the horses to retreat under the sheer pressure of power…
Neigh.
One of the horses let out a powerful cry and charged straight into the tiger’s roaring wave.
A green flash appeared beneath the war horse’s hooves, increasing its speed even further…
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Bang!
The two collided, and the horse was sent flying backward…
Rar!
The white tiger roared and lunged, opening its jaws…
Neigh!
The horses screamed and rushed toward it…
The white tiger paid them no attention, biting down on the horse’s leg and dragging it backward.
Neigh.
The horses surrounded it.
Neigh.
The king horse descended from his high rock, charging in fury toward the white tiger…
Raaaaaar!
The white tiger roared, forcing groups of horses aside and clearing a path for itself.
Neigh.
A green aura appeared beneath the king horse’s hooves…
It was larger and stronger, making his speed far greater.
He reached the white tiger, reared up, and brought his hooves crashing down on it.
The white tiger dodged and leapt onto his neck.
In an instant, a fierce battle erupted between the two.
The rest of the war horses would not stand by and watch their king suffer—especially as the balance quickly tilted in favor of the white tiger.
It was a carnivorous beast… ferocious and battle-hardened, unlike the herbivorous horses.
One against one, the tiger would win without a doubt… but…
One against many—no.
One horse’s hooves struck the tiger’s head, knocking it to the ground…
The tiger tried to resist, but it was difficult…
There were too many enemies.
“Do we send the wolves?” Noa asked.
“No need,” Ian denied. “The situation is now exactly as we want it.”
And that was the truth.
The tiger had to execute the plan properly…
Provoke the horses… wound them… display its strength… fight desperately like a rogue beast seeking prey. Then flee…
Normally, beasts weren’t intelligent enough to understand all this—but the white tiger’s lineage was rare… and it had been greatly enhanced during the past period.
It was on the verge of transformation, as Ian sensed.
And then…
They would have a powerful beast capable of opening the path for them…
Rar…
The tiger roared at them and fled.
Neigh.
The king horse cried out and pursued it, followed by the rest of the horses—even the one wounded by the tiger’s fangs struggled to stand and chased after it. He wanted to kill that son of a bitch who had injured him.
The tiger fled with difficulty, blood dripping from its body…
The horses’ hooves were like sword blades—powerful and sharp… but the tiger’s lineage had begun to activate, and its wounds started to heal.
The white tiger reached the agreed-upon location and… stopped.
It turned back toward the pursuing horses and roared loudly, as if telling them it would return…
Then it turned away.
On the other side, Noa was silently counting, a thick vine like a rope in his hand.
The moment the horses arrived…
3
2
1.
Noa pulled—
Bang!
The ground collapsed, taking all the horses down with it.
“Excellent work,” Ian laughed, patting the white tiger.
The white tiger smiled, feeling pleased…
“Now it’s time for the second step.”
Ian headed toward the pit where the war horses had been gathered…
Neigh.
The horses screamed in anger…
How did they not understand after all this…
It had been a rude human conspiracy…
Ian smiled and threw the rope made of tree vines around the king horse, pulling it hard…
The king horse screamed, and all the horses tried to stop this, but…
They were not given the chance…
Ian knew the strength of these horses’ bites and the extent of their stubbornness, so the rope had been prepared to withstand them.
He pulled the king horse out.
The moment the king horse climbed up, it attacked Ian.
Ian smiled, jumped onto it, grabbed its neck, and slammed it to the ground…
“Submit,” Ian ordered.
Neigh.
“Submit.”
Neigh.
The king horse still refused stubbornly.
Ian smiled and did not mind.
The Tamer profession was not merely words—it was a special kind of soul communication.
Ian closed his eyes, and suddenly…
He appeared in another place…
His form / consciousness / soul was small and insignificant, but surrounded by a royal purple aura.
In front of him was a powerful red light.
The difference between them was not large, but it was clear… from a single glance that the red light was stronger.
Ian smiled, stepped forward, and began the fight.
But no real fight occurred…
The purple aura did all the work.
The moment it touched the red light, it melted it within seconds…
Outside—
Ian opened his eyes, and the king horse beneath him was completely silent.
Ian smiled and stood up.
The horse stood and lowered its head in respect.
** The King War Horse offers its loyalty to you. **
** The War Horses offer their loyalty to you. **
Tamer Profession… Mastery: Low (20%)
Ian ignored the message and looked at the King War Horse’s information.
War Horse
Age: 3 / 100
Grade: Normal
Title: None
Training Level: 1 – Step 3
Combat Skills: Acceleration Aura (Normal) (Low level, Progress Rate 41%)
Acceleration Properties: Increases speed by about 20% for ten seconds,
Cool down one minute
The soldiers brought out all the horses.
Their statistics were similar, except their grades were Common, and the Acceleration skill was Common as well, making it weaker in enhancement and higher in cool down…
As for the den, its Reproduction rate was 2 per day.
A low rate—but with time and sufficient experience, it would become very powerful… especially since the current number of horses would be enough to meet the needs of the entire village.
