Calamity Dragon, Starting with the Cultivation of Knight Families

Chapter 59 Death Squad Training, Recent Developments in the Swamp Territory
Swamp Territory, Training Ground.

At this time, the entire training ground of the Swamp Territory had been completely expanded.

To the east of the lord's castle is a secondary castle that was specially expanded.

The secondary fortress covers an area of ​​about 50,000 square meters. At this moment, more than 130 teenagers around ten years old and seventeen orcs are gathered in the specially built training ground of the secondary fortress.

York purchased these seventeen orcs on the black market at a high price.

After all, orcs are only found in the North, and it's easy to imagine how inflated the prices would be if black market merchants transported these orc slaves from the North to the West to sell.

Seventeen orcs, including seven minotaurs, five cat-men, three harpy-men, and two tiger-men.

Among them, the bull-bodied human and the tiger-bodied human are the most robust, both reaching a height of nearly two meters.

Harpies are next, and cats are last.

The seventeen orcs were quite conspicuous, but in this training ground, in York's words, they were all equal to these human children.

From this day forward, they will all be the private property of the Smith family of Swamp Territory, and also a glorious member of the Baron's House, and they will all be bathed in great divine grace.

What is divine grace?
The orcs didn't know, and the enslaved children knew even less.

For these children and bewildered orcs who had long been trained by slave traders, the swamp territory was their new home, and Baron York was their new master.

The master's words are absolute and beyond question!
They are trained and instructed.

They must pledge allegiance to both the benevolent and powerful Baron York and the supreme and majestic God of Light.

It doesn't matter if I don't know or understand!
Because the training and knowledge they are receiving will soon make them realize everything.

Paul and seven other knights took turns training these children in martial arts against the orcs.

As for the teaching of knowledge, naturally only they can do it.

At this moment, York arrived at the training ground with his wife, who was six months pregnant again.

York held his one-year-old child, Caesar, while Lucia sat in the rest area on one side of the training field, supporting her pregnant belly.

"Lord Lord!"

Paul approached York and bowed.

"Paul, no need for formalities. Tell me, how's training going lately?"

"These kids were handpicked by you all, so I don't think they'll disappoint me, right?"

Upon hearing this, Paul immediately replied solemnly, "My lord, please rest assured that although these children have been training for less than a hundred days, they have already shown initial results."

"Among them, there are more than ten outstanding individuals who have already managed to learn the basic swordsmanship techniques publicly available by the Mercenary Guild to a certain extent."

"As for the meditation method, three people achieved the best results, while the next seventy or so people were all within the normal range. The remaining children were a bit slower, but they were still much better than ordinary people with no aptitude."

At this point, Paul sighed and said:

"In the end, it's not easy to choose slaves, and commoners are indeed not suitable to be trained as suicide soldiers."

"As for orcs, although they mostly have certain strengths that their race has over humans in some aspects, their speed in meditation and martial arts is not much faster than that of humans."

"Furthermore, orcs are far too rare and too expensive on the black market in the West."

"If you buy too much, it will attract a lot of attention, which is really not worth it."

"As for elves, although they are a natural spellcaster race, there aren't enough of them in the black markets of the eastern kingdoms, so how could they possibly be sold to our western border?"

Paul simply couldn't understand why the lord was so determined to spend so much money to buy orcs.

After all, while the orcs that can be sold in the Western Regions are not exactly ugly, there's no way they can get any high-ranking orcs.

Even if some orcs occasionally reach a higher rank, they've already been divided up by established families. Those that actually end up on the black market are almost exclusively the old, weak, and disabled. As for what the old, weak, and disabled would do with them? Even if it's just to buy something rare, there are always buyers. This kind of thing happens quite often to nobles and big merchants.

The fact that York was able to buy these dozen or so relatively healthy orcs was entirely due to his connections with Baron Eric of Galewind Territory, and even with Lady Lucia's family.

Speaking of Baron Eric of Galelands.

He is keeping a very low profile now, and he seems to be indifferent to the Swamp Territory, but he will still try his best to help York if he asks for any assistance.

This is why York was really confused about what his father was thinking.

As for the Viscount's mansion on Lady Lucia's side, and his father-in-law, Viscount Callum, he did pay a little attention to the Swamp Territory.

They even sent their steward and a group of people to visit relatives to the swamp territory six months ago.

But in the end, this viscount was really steady.

The letter sent contained only warnings and did not inquire about any details of the swamp territory.

The letter sternly warned the Yorkes against their previous talk of divine favor in front of the merchants, stating that regardless of whether divine favor actually existed, they should never mention it in front of outsiders again, and it would be best to deny it altogether.

In addition, his father-in-law inquired about the movements of the magical beasts in the wasteland and warned York to pay attention to the traces of the magical beasts and to be careful. If a beast tide really broke out, he should return to Galelands if necessary.

There's nothing shameful about retreating in the face of a beast tide; little do people know that countless people have died in the pioneering work of the Western Frontier over the past hundred years.

Now, under the call of the Duke's eldest son, the Colorado Highlands have been fully prepared for the initial security measures.

The lords within the duchy have all responded to the call, and now more than 15,000 elite troops have been assembled in the Colorado Highlands.

Despite their large numbers of troops, this allied force will not leave the highlands, much less come to help the Swamp Territory, a newly opened land with no natural defenses.

Therefore, he gave York serious advice in a letter.

When the beast tide comes, do not try to defend it. Once you lose your title and territory, you will lose them too. Do not lose your life because of youthful impetuosity.

He also said that York possesses second-tier strength, plus a third-tier contracted magical beast, so where can't he go with this potential and talent?

He even stated bluntly that if York did not wish to return to Galelands, he was free to step through the gates of Viscount Callum's mansion, which he would absolutely welcome and would certainly not allow York's talent to go to waste.

It's fair to say that Viscount Callum's abacus beads were practically bouncing off Baron Eric of Galelands' face.

York was speechless at this.

Mrs. Lucia was even more embarrassed.

York nodded in satisfaction as he looked at Paul, but his expression remained very serious.

"It's good that it's effective. As for the matter of the orcs and elves you mentioned, I know about that too."

"However, these are not things you should be thinking about."

"Alright, Paul, go back to training these kids."

Upon hearing this, Paul dared not say another word and accepted the order to return to the training ground.

And not long after that, what was bound to happen finally arrived.

Just as York was playing with his one-year-old son, Caesar, he suddenly froze, his squatting body stiffening abruptly.

Little Caesar looked at his father, puzzled.

Lucia, on the other hand, was stunned for a moment before her face suddenly lit up with joy.

"Your Majesty?!"

York snapped out of his daze, then nodded heavily at Lucia with a serious and excited look on his face.

(End of this chapter)