After the celebration dinner, Roland returned to his tent and pulled up the system panel to check the potential pool.
Absorbing the Acceleration Boots and the Adaptation Badge gives Roland a total of 6 potentials, and the total potential he has accumulated from killing many orcs on the battlefield brings the total to a full 10.
After careful consideration, Roland decided to use this potential to move up the ranks.
After spending 8 Potential, Roland was promoted to Level 3 Destiny Samurai, gaining four new class abilities: Aura of Courage and Divine Blessing from the Paladin, and Aura of Despair and Sneak Attack from the Black Guard.
Aura of Courage Supernatural Ability: From level 3 onwards, the Warrior of Destiny is immune to fear, and his allies within 10 feet of him are exempt from the test for a 4 morale bonus.
This ability works when the Destiny Samurai is conscious, but will be ineffective when he is unconscious or dead.
Despair Aura Supernatural Ability: From level 3 onwards, the Warrior of Destiny will emit a terrifying aura that will cause all immunity checks for enemies within 10 feet of them to be demoralized by 2.
Bless Ability: At level 3, the Destiny Knight is immune to all diseases, including supernatural or magical diseases.
Sneak Attack Ability: From level 3 onwards, the Warrior of Destiny gains this ability of the same name, which is similar to the Wanderer.
For each level of 3 levels, level 6, level 9, level 12, level 15, and level 18, the bonus damage value will increase by 1d6.
If the Warrior of Destiny has a sneak attack bonus from another reason, its bonus damage bonus will also be added to it.
The potential was squandered, in exchange for the steady improvement of strength, Roland was both happy and a little painful, lying on the bed thinking about how to get more potential, and then fell asleep soundly.
The raid on the orc camp solved the urgent supply of supplies for the Korath army and calmed the morale of the army.
After resting in the gorge for the night, Rudolph gave the order at dawn the next day: this time the army turned around and moved in the direction of the Fort of Atonement, stopping its march in a grove of trees that spread along the riverbank.
Orders were delivered from the headquarters like snowflakes, and officers at all levels of management, company, platoon, and team informed every soldier that it was strictly forbidden to hunt any birds and beasts during the garrison, it was strictly forbidden to use open fire, and the caster was not allowed to release any lighting spells.
The rookies who were newly recruited were a little confused, and the veterans knew that this was the rhythm of an ambush war In the spring season, the flowers in the forest are in full bloom, the birds on the branches are chirping and singing, the grass and trees are fragrant and refreshing, it is really a good environment for a picnic, but the soldiers have no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery around them, and they seize the time to eat a dry food, then put on their armor again and prepare their horses, and quietly wait for the order to attack.
Rudolph stood in the middle of the glade with his sword on his hands.
Merlin and other staff members surrounded him, using tree branches to sketch out a topographical map of the vicinity on the grass and deduce the ambush operation.
Roland watched for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the army entering the forest would inevitably disturb the birds and beasts, and in the era of cold weapons, if this link was not handled properly, it would often lead to the intention of the ambush being seen through by the enemy in advance.
He immediately raised these concerns with his father and his team, but he soon learned that it would not be difficult to pacify birds and beasts in a world where magic was manifest.
The Kolath Army lacked a formed team of druids, and the task of diplomacy with the birds and beasts of the forest naturally fell to the rangers of the Ranger Battalion.
Lyudmila and the others dispersed into the forest, using their natural affinities to soothe frightened birds and beasts.
The work soon paid off, and the herd of deer, which had been alarmed by the army and had fled into the woods, reappeared in the warriors' field of vision, one eye warily at the nearby people in armor, while stretching their necks to chew on the green leaves.
Lyudmila plucks a leaf and rolls it into a simple flute and plays a melodious tune.
Beside her, Far Eastern rangers pacify the birds in a variety of ways, and young girls hum melodious mountain songs that echo the birdsong.
Their efforts were soon rewarded, and the birds, feeling the kindness of the children of nature, landed in twos and threes, and stood on the branches to look at them curiously, and soon began to sing happily to the sound of the flutes.
Within a moment, the cloud-like flock of birds in the sky all descended, and even jumped on the rangers' shoulders and rubbed them in the face affectionately.
A lark landed in Lyudmila's palm, shook its feathers, and pecked at the wheat.
The giant girl smiled and lowered her head to whisper in the lark's ear.
The lark seemed to understand her command, nodded obediently, and flew out of the forest with its wings spread.
Roland asked Master Merlin to bless him with a "cat grace", and then dragged a heavy armor to climb the tree, the clumsy appearance caused a burst of laughter from the ranger girls, and Lyudmila's mouth was the most damaged: "Look at your young master Roland, like a stupid bear who climbs a tree to steal honey" The ranger girls nodded frequently and smiled even more happily.
Roland finally found a fork where he could live safely, and turned around and glared at Lyudmila and the others in embarrassment, "You girls in leather armor, how do you understand the hard work of our heavily armored men?"
"Since you're wearing armor, why bother climbing trees, it's really asking for trouble."
Lyudmila saw him squirming hard in the tree, and she couldn't bear it, so she grabbed a camouflage net woven by vines and threw it over.
Roland put the camouflage net over his body, held up his monoculars, and followed the lark's wings to the rushing river across the woods.
The "White Deer River" originates from the plateau glacier of the Lucia Mountains, and the grasslands on both sides of the river are famous for the herds of white deer.
When the spring flowers bloom and the ice and snow melt, the river water is turbulent, and it is quite dangerous to cross on horseback, and the orc infantry swim across the river is naturally doubly difficult, and it is indeed a good place for a half-crossing ambush.
Last night, the headquarters received urgent information from Yevgenia using the "teleportation" scroll, and learned that the main force of the orcs had been fighting in front of the Fort of Atonement for several days, but was strongly blocked by the Far Eastern Knights led by Klautz, and never broke through the city gates.
"The battle in front of the city gate was extremely fierce, the corpses of the orcs were piled up, the blood was pouring down, and the holy warriors of Klautz also suffered heavy losses, but after receiving the support of the priesthood led by the archbishop, they still had an absolute advantage."
In her letter, Evgenia confirmed Roland's suspicions, and the archbishop and Krautz joined forces to keep the orcs out.
"More than half of the orcs were killed or wounded, and they learned that the lair was taken by you, and they withdrew overnight in anger, probably to rescue the base camp, our army must be prepared for an ambush, and take advantage of its low morale to wipe out all of them."
As the minutes ticked by, the woods that hid the army of a thousand horsemen seemed calm, but the tense atmosphere made the young warriors' hearts beat faster, and the palms of their weapons were covered with sweat.
Roland curled up in a tree, holding a telescope to maintain an observation posture, as if he had become a fossil.
Before you know it, the sun moves to the middle of the sky, scattering billions of lightsabers, and the reflection of the river is like a golden ribbon.
A sudden gust of fishy wind blew on the prairie, Roland's body shook slightly, and he spit out two words in a low voice: "Here it is":