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Dan looked at his lord with a baffled expression, not quite understanding what he was talking about.

"What you are about to see will be Lancaster's true combat strength, which we must keep secret for many years to come. Methodical growth is too dangerous given the current situation.

And this is one of the answers I have for the future."

Kael had already moved past him, riding his horse over to Jonathan and asked,

"Jonathan, do you have any questions?"

Jonathan shook his head and laughed heartily,

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After speaking, Jonathan and the 10 Rangers with him slowly removed their cloaks, and it was then that the other Rangers realized that their comrades weren't wearing any armor.

Damn, these guys were only wearing a shirt!

Even a low-defense leather armor would have been a decent choice!

At the very least, it would be lightweight and could have made running faster.

But the next moment, Jonathan patted a large water sack hanging on his horse, and a gray figure slowly crawled out of it.

A Gluttonous Slime?

Everyone exchanged confused looks, not understanding why they would bring a Gluttonous Slime directly onto the battlefield.

"Gentlemen, I have told you before that once you choose this path, there is no turning back.

From today on, I shall be your eternal lord, and you, my eternal trusted aides. I will share strength and glory with you and lead you into battle.

And you will pledge your lives and loyalty to me, clearing away any obstacles that try to stop me until our iron hooves trample over every hostile creature."

Including Jonathan, the 10 Rangers cheered, and Dan subconsciously frowned.

The fanatical atmosphere made him feel subtly uncomfortable.

He was willing to pledge his loyalty to his lord, but that didn't mean he enjoyed empty boasts. However, before he could share his thoughts with Kael privately, he saw the Gluttonous Slime suddenly leap onto Jonathan.

No, not just Jonathan. All ten armored Rangers, after removing their cloaks, had Slimes emerging from the water sacks on their horses and then, just like Jonathan, leaped onto them, covering their upper bodies.

When the viscous liquid spread over their faces and enveloped their entire upper bodies, Their eyes opened wide, revealing ferocious smiles.

Most Rangers follow the growth path of a cursed swordsmen, drawing the Bloodline Essence of different monsters as needed, inscribing sigils, persevering, they could absorb those monsters' powers, strengthening their bodies, raising their limits, and breaking through themselves.

And now, having undergone a radical transformation, they felt ready to begin attempting to break through their limits.

...

Hog was a Jackal Wolfman Commander, controlling roughly over 200 Jackal Wolfmen.

This was already a force that couldn't be ignored in the wastelands of Lancaster.

To be frank, in Hog's eyes, even the Rangers didn't amount to much.

Whenever they came to hunt him down, he could often escape the Rangers' pursuit right away thanks to his abundant fleeing experience.

So what if he left behind forty or fifty Jackal Wolfman corpses? In the end, some had to die beneath others' hooves, as long as it wasn't him.

Hog always felt he was born extraordinary. Given the chance, he might very well become the nightmare of countless up-and-coming adventurers. For some unknown reason, he believed this about himself with mysterious confidence.

In every dream-filled night, within those hazy dreams, he would crush the adventurers' heads with his claws and clubs.

Then upon waking up, he would feel a sense of loss. Now, he slowly stroked the metal Wolf Fang Club by his side, contemplating other ideas.

The number of Rangers gathered today was not large.

In Hog's view, he, now having rallied his Jackal Wolfman pack, evidently held the advantage.

He had to consider whether this might be his only chance in life to trample those damn Rangers beneath his feet, consuming their flesh and blood.

If he couldn't lead his kin to a great victory against the Rangers, he would forever remain Hog, the Jackal Wolfman Commander of the wastelands, never able to rally more Jackal Wolfmen to exact righteous vengeance against Humans.

Even the naturally cruel Jackal Wolfmen knew the Rangers were not to be trifled with; they wouldn't stake their lives on a fight to the death.

So he must win this battle!

Thinking this, Hog felt as though his stomach was empty, and he unconsciously drooled, starting to ponder which part of the Humans he would chew on later.

Yes, that particularly good-looking Human certainly seemed the tastiest.

No, wrong. A Human who even Hog himself found attractive shouldn't be killed lightly!

Someone like that should have a stick stuffed in their mouth, their clothes torn and ragged, and be left on a path that was bound to be passed by Humans.

Then, surely some Human lusting after him would sneak up to rescue him, and at that moment, Lord Hog himself could charge forward and swing his club at those filthy-minded Humans, causing their brains to burst.