The Blue Cyclone Horses practically soared through the forest. They were incredibly agile creatures, could withstand a tall load, and were exceptionally light on their feet. It was clear at a glance why the military would want such mounts. Although they still couldn't be used in battle, just for making it from point A to point B, they were invaluable.
Unfortunately, Sylas hadn't been able to find any Combat Mounts on the list. Either they were locked away to only be seen by Colonels or Generals, or they were far rarer than he understood
now.
Soon, Sylas gave a signal for them to slow down. Up ahead was a village, but it still wasn't the Hobgoblin village. Sylas felt like they needed a trial to work out the kinks in their teamwork. Everyone put their mounts away in the pouches that Sylas had bought for them. They were expensive, more than a thousand F Coins each, but Sylas had already planned ahead for this expense. It would be worth it in the end.
After everyone was prepared and in top condition, they attacked. The target was Gnoll Village 087, and they were quite a bit sharper than the last gnolls that Sylas had battled, though far less lucky. They didn't have a Den and Class Stele like Gnoll Village 019 had. It took the group just a bit over an hour to wipe them out and claim the City Stele.
Sylas stored it away along with everything else, leaving his team shocked. They had never seen a storage device with so much space. In fact, they had never seen a storage device that could store a City Stele at all. Wouldn't this make things far more convenient?
"We will divide the spoils later," Sylas began before he started commenting on their teamwork. All things considered, it was fine enough for the task he wanted of them, but they just weren't... elite enough. That was the main problem.
For example, the archers, Mini and Tekk, were hesitant to fire when the target was too close to an ally because their archery skill wasn't high enough. Often, they were sidelined while the tanks were engaged ahead. Sylas, by comparison, was easily able to provide support even in close quarters because his telekinesis was always exceptionally accurate.
Such things were hard to fix in a short time because it wasn't a mental error, it was a physical limit, and maybe even a talent limit. There wasn't much Sylas could do about this, and he also wasn't sure how much he wanted to invest in this team. This military position was just a stepping stone for him. So, he focused on fixing what he could, and when he was satisfied, they set off again.
They hit two more semi-easy villages and quickly their wealth was growing a great deal.
...
'Three City Steles, this is good. This already leaves Cassarae with enough to reach the Town level.' Established City Steles could swallow other City Steles for benefits. With these City Steles, Cassarae wouldn't have to spend the 100,000 Coins she needed to finish her building upgrades. Instead, she could exchange the broken City Steles for them instead.
Normally, most wouldn't be willing to do this. But in a situation like this one, speed was more important than maximizing benefits.
'The time is about right now...'
Sylas allowed his team to rest. They had just been through three battles, and though most of the time between was spent on idle travel thanks to their new mounts, that could hardly be counted as rest. He, himself, was beginning to feel some hints of fatigue, so he could imagine how they felt. They settled down, ate, and replenished their Aether.
The group set off once again afterward, but this time they all knew what their true target was.
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