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The Kingdom issued a conscript order to allow all the nobles and civilian warriors to arrive at the Holy Sword Army camp stationed in the border fortress under the Marquis of Ansel.

The Ansel Sacred Sword Legion is a powerful force affiliated to the Ansel family and is known as one of the three most powerful forces in the kingdom. It has always been a sharp sword and solid shield against the invasion of orcs in the northwest wasteland on the border of the Celtic Kingdom.

The other two of the three legions are the Knights of Kingdom Glory controlled by the royal family and the Tower Mage Corps controlled by the Kingdom Mage Association.

The Knights of Celtic Glory are the largest number of military personnel. Although there are only more than 300 official members who have reached the knight level, mainly junior knights at the peak of Black Iron, each knight has at least two fully armed servants. In addition to auxiliary soldiers, the scene of the three hundred knights charging with thousands of cavalry is enough to shock most of the enemies in the kingdom.

Compared with these three, although Celte's High Tower Mage Corps has the smallest number of people and only nearly a hundred people at full capacity, it is the most powerful among them. After all, on the battlefield, once the number of mages known as mobile turrets is formed, the combat power can be exerted by at least ten times that of the charge of a thousand cavalry.

After the mage corps, it was the Holy Sword Legion controlled by Marquis Ansel.

The founding of this first Marquis of Ansel can be traced back to the period of the ancient magical empire of Banna, a thousand years ago. After the development of the Ansel family in history, a private guard composed of dozens of swordsmen has become a powerful legion with official members, with thousands of auxiliary troops.

In addition, every official member of the Holy Sword Legion is a proven peak black iron swordsman. Some officers are bronze swordsmen who have surpassed the Black Iron level and have understood the use of Qi. Among them, there are even rare silver strong men. It is said that their highest leader, the current Marquis of Ansel, is a powerful golden swordsman. As one of the two swordsmans in the kingdom, his status is no less than that of His Majesty the King of the Continental Kingdom.

Thousands of elite swordsmen at the peak of Black Iron and powerful sword saint inheritance are also one of the fundamental reasons why the Ansel family and the Holy Sword Legion can exist to this day, and even if they are taboos by the royal families of all dynasties, they can still develop and strengthen their prosperity.

Now there is a chaotic outside the barracks behind the fortress, with hundreds or thousands of people gathering there, all the civilian adventurers, noble private soldiers and the rarest professionals who came to sign up for the war.

The registration place is outside the fence of the military camp gate, and there are two places in total, but because there are too many civilian adventurers, and it is increasing one after another. They cannot handle thousands of applicants in a short period of time.

Seeing the scene in chaos again, an officer who led a small team of soldiers to maintain order had to stand up and shout again.

"Listen, civilians and adventurers are registered here, nobles and professionals are registered there! If there are those who deliberately make trouble, the military law will deal with it!"

After hearing the officer's call, most civilian adventurers were much more at peace, with only some noble private soldiers waiting to be arranged indifferently, but no one made loud noises or deliberately provoked trouble.

Donald arrived at the registration office with few people at this time. There were only two or three queuing here. Although the number of private soldiers of the nobles was large, there were not many nobles as lords. The noble lords who had arrived had already signed up and were invited to rest in the military camp. Those who stayed outside were the private soldiers who were waiting to arrange accommodation.

After absorbing the demonic power of the Fire Demon, after transformation, the power of the demon hunter was not included, Donald's strength level quickly increased again, reaching the peak of the Black Iron High Level. If the magic level had not kept up, it would be a breeze to be promoted to the Black Iron High Level Mage.

Of course, although the level has reached the second-level casting standard and has obtained the Black Iron mid-level certification, his strength is not very stable. He currently only has one Wind Arrow at the second-level spell, because he has no time to familiarize himself with the composition of those new spells.

However, with the backing of the Book of Truth and his mental power was promoted to one level, he would not be afraid even if he faced multiple bronze powerful people watching. Now with the strength given by the Demon Hunter, he can compete with the Silver Power, and Donald seems to be more confident.

When it was Donald's turn to sign up, the conscription officer looked a little despised when he saw him dressed in ordinary aristocratic costumes. He had seen many such down-and-out little nobles. No matter how high the nobles had no actual territory or official power, they were just small soldiers in the military camp, and they had nothing to care about, and they were too lazy to ask, waiting for the little nobles to curry favor with him.

For him, a recruiter who has gradually joined the army from a civilian to his current status, it is still very enjoyable to experience this kind of vanity occasionally.

Compared with the conspicuous attitude of the recruiting officers who were more scrupulous than the top, Donald, who was determined to show his strength on the battlefield, did not care. He did not wait for the other party to ask and reported his situation in a few simple words.

"Donald Meliner, hereditary knight heir, black iron mid-stage mage, summoner!"

"What?"

The conscription officer was simply disbelief and even panicked. The first thought was that Donald was lying about his identity. Whether it was the hereditary knight or the mage, he could only be the object of his envy and jealousy, let alone the weight of these two identities being added together.

"You are kidding! Lies about your identity are violated by military law and will be sentenced to death!"

As he said that, the recruiter looked at Donald with a sneer, as if he was expecting him to change his words, and then apologize and beg for mercy to himself, and then give him a great benefit.

It’s unpalatable to being angry with such a villain. Although Donald was dissatisfied, he only showed off his newly updated mage badge and said coldly:

"I said I am a Black Iron Middle Summoner. This is personally certified by my teacher, Silver Mage, and Master Messel of the Master of the Stone City Mage Club. Do you have any questions?"

Seeing the mage badge that could not be faked, the recruiter's smile froze on his face. He couldn't help but feel scared and sweated. He changed his smile at the time and said flatteringly:

"No! No! Dear Knights and Masters, this is just a place to recruit ordinary nobles. A noble person like you and a powerful mage. The general has specially arranged a staff reception and assigned an independent camp for your rest. Please come with me!"
Chapter completed!