Chapter 1281: Chapter 1281: Mysterious Proud Dragon

“This is…”

Julius Reed squinted his eyes and looked down through the hole.

Pitch black.

“Blue Rain Camp!” Everton Davenport took out a remote control from his bosom, lightly fiddling with it.

As a ‘squeak squeak’ noise transmitted, an elevator appeared at the mouth of the hole.

The elevator was quite simple, essentially a steel cage with chains for lifting.

“Please!”

Everton Davenport was extremely courteous.

Even though nominally, the young man before him was his subject and son-in-law, he was very clear in his heart that such talent was truly rare!

Julius Reed did not stand on ceremony and walked straight onto it.

Once Everton Davenport stood on it too, the elevator slowly descended.

One meter.

Two meters.

Julius Reed began to calculate the depth in his mind.

When the elevator had descended seven or eight meters, brightness appeared before their eyes.

At a descent of ten meters, the elevator stopped.

And landed on a high platform.

Everton Davenport walked out from inside, standing at the reviewing stand.

Before them.

Was a drill ground!

A site approximately three kilometers long and two kilometers wide.

The walls were very smooth, smeared with high-strength cement.

Around, were lamps hanging over stoves.

Weapons racks were placed by the walls.

On them, sabers, spears, swords, halberds, all kinds of weapons, everything one could wish for.

The ground of the drill ground was paved with tiles symbolizing the golden dragons of The North Sea.

Looking down from above was extremely magnificent!

Nine drill grounds, with nine golden dragons!

Lifelike!

“Ha!”

Below.

A group of brawny men, bare-chested, were swinging broadswords, continuously training!

They looked to be about ten thousand in number!

“The momentum is very strong.”

Julius Reed nodded his head, such soldiers had strong combat abilities!

At least at first glance, they were full of vigor!

Several squares training continuously brought an air of solemn killing to the drill ground!

“Tiger Cavalry.”

Everton Davenport’s face was full of a boastful expression: “Do you know why they’re called Tiger Cavalry?”

“Please enlighten me.”

Julius Reed had his hands clasped behind his back, observing the training methods of the soldiers before him.

They looked somewhat familiar.

“Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance has Wolf Cavalry, my Tiger Cavalry of The North Sea are special forces designed to counter Wolf Cavalry!” Everton Davenport pointed down: “The North Sea has countless elite soldiers, and also children taken from various nations since they were young, through relentless selection, combat! To finally choose these men!”

“I can tell, they’re absolutely elite troops!”

Julius Reed was noncommittal.

The so-called Tiger Cavalry below really were strong!

Rarely matched in the world.

It’s just that compared to Wolf Cavalry, they lacked something akin to Mount Everest.

“Captain! For the Northern Sea’s son-in-law, King of the South, Mage of the state, the guard in charge of the royal presence, Right Minister and General Whitaker Jorvik Reed, demonstrate our Tiger Cavalry’s prowess!”

Everton Davenport barked, and nearly ten thousand people below stopped their movements.

“Number 001, step forward!”

A Northern Sea captain in armor rested his right hand on his sword and shouted.

“001, reporting to you!”

A warrior from the outermost row stepped forward, standing erect.

“I demand your suicide in the name of The North Sea!”

The commandant shouted without expression.

“Long live The North Sea!”

Swoosh!

The soldier drew his blade and plunged the sword into his own throat!

Thud!

The body instantly fell.

Surrounding soldiers immediately rushed over, lifting the body and taking it away.

“How is it? My Wolf Cavalry not only mimic the training methods of the Wolf Cavalry, but from a young age, I instill in them a certain mindset–a mindset of loyalty!” Everton Davenport nodded in satisfaction and said, “A reward!”

“Thank you, Your Majesty!”

Nearly ten thousand people knelt down.

“What’s the reward?” Julius Reed asked curiously, “Why do they seem so excited?”

“Awarding them rest time.”

Everton Davenport slowly walked down from the reviewing stand, quite pleased with himself, “These men train sixteen hours a day, and if they are rewarded, they can take a short rest for a day. On this day, they can rest well.”

The two walked through Blue Rain Camp, one after the other.

When they reached a training sign, Julius Reed stopped.

“This is… Whose doing?”

He pointed at the admonitions written there, asking.

These words were familiar.

In previous years within the Wolf Cavalry’s camp, Julius Reed himself had penned these words, which had been passed down for a thousand years.

To this day, every new soldier joining the Wolf Cavalry’s first task upon joining was to memorize this passage.

The training regime, and even the words on the training sign, were all exactly the same.

This was somewhat alarming.

“This was personally written by Brother Dragon, our chief instructor of The North Sea,” Everton Davenport smiled as he looked at the training sign, “Our Wolf Cavalry train exactly the same as the Wolf Cavalry. And every inconsistency has been improved! I fear the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance could never dream that there would be people from The North Sea within the Wolf Cavalry ranks!”

Saying this, Everton Davenport’s face was full of pride.

“Brother Dragon?”

Julius Reed’s face remained impassive as he spoke, “I wonder what position this Brother Dragon holds within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance? Having grasped the training methods of the Wolf Cavalry, he must certainly be no ordinary person.”

“Brother Dragon and Town North King went together, leading elite Cavalry to aid Andrew in his power struggle. If you want to see him, you will have to wait a bit longer. But don’t worry, both of you are important officials of The North Sea and are bound to meet sooner or later.”

Everton Davenport’s eyes held a glint of longing.

The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, ah!

An organization of countless deceptions, could it really be overthrown by myself?

If such is the case, the name Everton Davenport will be remembered in history!

“What unfortunate timing.” Julius Reed smiled lightly, “Given the chance, I really must see for myself.”

Another traitor?

Coming from the Wolf Cavalry, from the very team he personally trained.

However, Julius Reed, during his time with Cold Nelson intercepting Ghost Valley, had reviewed the Wolf Cavalry’s roster,

The key leaders were all accounted for and were stationed at the Wolf Cavalry camp.

That meant it was possible the traitor was an instructor or someone who had contact with the Wolf Cavalry.

At the very least, within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, someone deeply trusted by himself.

“The Wolf Cavalry are not yet fully trained, but I would like to take the regular soldiers and some of my friends to deal with these restless ones.”

Julius Reed looked at Everton Davenport and suggested, “Why not start with the martial world?”

“You mean…” Everton Davenport waited for him to continue.

“Why did the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance wield influence back in the day? It was purely because they held the power of adjudication. Should conflicts arise among the sects, they must be reported to the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance for mediations.”

Julius Reed strolled while speaking casually, his hands clasped behind him.

This confidence somewhat surprised Everton Davenport: “Indeed! The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is the overlord of the entire realm! Those who defy it shall be erased.”

“It seems The North Sea is also striving to achieve this power.”

Julius Reed asked, “Isn’t it so?”

“Yes!”

Everton Davenport did not deny it.

“I’ve heard that Willson Pavilion and Deep Cold are currently locked in an intense battle. These two organizations are among the top factions in the martial world. Why don’t we mediate?”

Julius Reed smiled at Everton Davenport with a chilling expression on his face.

“But the Marshal… the Marshal has a good private relationship with The North Sea, if…”

Everton Davenport had his own concerns.

“If Your Majesty aspires to be the overlord of the world, there is one thing you must understand.”

Julius Reed stated expressionlessly: “A sovereign is a sovereign, a subject is a subject.”