Chapter 60

In recent days, both Atlas's mentors and students have noticed something: Sigma's mood has been unusually good lately. It has been a long time since anyone has heard the strange explosions or his trademark arrogant laughter after his mischief.

This military exercise class was held in the vast and desolate Ghost Ranch. The content of the course was how to command a formation of ghost horses to perform a continuous charge. This tactical skill is the foundation of the necromancer's famous continuous cavalry charge, which has many intermediate and advanced applications, all of which are extremely nefarious.

Compared to human cavalry, the advantage of this tactic lies in its complete control by a single necromancer, making it very flexible. As long as the technique is mastered, changing formations is extremely easy. Whether it's bypassing heavy infantry lines, outmaneuvering archer formations, or using self-detonating zombies or plague spreaders to harass the enemy's logistics base, there are countless ways to demoralize the enemy commander, and there's always one that suits your taste.

On the vast, flat gray land, countless hooves thundered. Sigma stood steadily behind a ghost horse, and with the mobilization of his mental power, the sixty-four ghost horses he controlled neatly formed an eight-by-eight formation. They moved in unison, without a single mistake, their actions perfectly synchronized.

Under his control, the galloping ghost horse formation constantly changed, sometimes forming a sharp spearhead, sometimes spreading into two wings, and sometimes stretching into a long snake, with the head and tail echoing each other. The formations were varied and well-arranged. He commanded his horse formation to gallop across the vast ranch, weaving through the groups of horse formations controlled by his classmates. It was as if he was commanding an invincible cavalry to fight on the battlefield. The warlike blood of the Washington family burned fiercely in the grand scene of thousands of galloping horses, making him unable to resist shouting wildly, which earned him sideways glances from his classmates—obviously, normal necromancers wouldn't find it very exciting to control ghost horses for a practice military exercise. Discovering a new spell principle would be more exciting. So, unfortunately, although Sigma found the scene very exhilarating and exciting, in the eyes of his classmates, he was just a clown.

In the end, everyone casually directed their horse formations away from Sigma, this extremely unstable human bulldozer, fearing that he might suddenly get excited and command his horse formation to launch a real attack. Getting beaten by him was one thing, but if he scattered their horse formations, the cost of compensating for the ghost horses would fall on their heads. After all, no one had ever heard of Sigma compensating for anything he broke, especially public property. As long as he was happy, he would smash anything to hear the sound.

Thus, Sigma was isolated again.

However, he seemed completely unconcerned, continuing to enthusiastically play his war game and practicing the war concepts he had learned from a young age with the sixty-four ghost horses. If commanding these mid-level undead creatures could create such a spectacle, how terrifying would the charges of higher-level dark cavalry and dread knights be?

"From your eager expression, you must be thinking about high-level undead cavalry," a slightly serious voice said behind him. A necromancer with a somewhat stern expression stood on a warhorse behind Sigma and snorted, "Your talent has not yet been converted into strength. It's too early to think about commanding necromancer cavalry. Moreover, Sigma, you are not yet composed enough. The ridiculous vanity and so-called passion of a young man make you want to be a world-renowned general on the battlefield. While I can understand this, I oppose it. The task of leading and commanding battles is for us now and for them in the future. These students with limited perspectives can all become like me, but only you can become Sargeras. You are the future legend, the leader of the necromancer nation. Your role is to command the entire battlefield and use your superior personal strength to intimidate the enemy, not to personally lead a small unit in battle, shouting and fighting. You need to have a strategic vision. Your battlefield is not on the front lines, do you understand?"

Well, a scolding right from the start.

If an ordinary mentor dared to scold Sigma like this, he would at least retort, and a fight might break out over a disagreement. However, in front of this master, Sigma just laughed carelessly, completely unconcerned. He tightened his legs around the horse's belly, turned his head, and nodded in salute: "Greetings, Master Guderian."

Air combat instructor Hartmann, combat instructor Arno, and cavalry tactics instructor Guderian... the necromancer masters who taught war courses were not just scholars and mages but were also monsters tested by war. Guderian, in particular, was known for his strictness. The renowned King Sauron once evaluated the famous cavalry commanders of the Noren continent over the past century, and Guderian ranked in the top three. Being in the top three, as evaluated by Sauron, was probably no different from being first.

Perhaps due to his noble military background, Sigma had a natural affinity for commanders, or perhaps the name Guderian was familiar... in any case, Sigma respected the professors related to war to some extent. They were all pure soldiers and, surprisingly, more humane than those who dedicated themselves to necromancy research. This showed what kind of place Atlas was—a group of war maniacs who could be sold by the pound, with a more normal worldview than those who hadn't been to the battlefield...

Seeing Sigma putting on an act, Guderian waved his hand: "Don't do that. I heard you've been researching a creature called a Death Knight recently? It's a good idea. You don't need many, but the quality must be top-notch. The Death Knight doesn't need to be designed for mass production and deployment in the necromancer nation's war sequence. It just needs to give you an advantage in future peak battles. The better, the better. Don't skimp on costs."

Hearing this, Sigma's heart stirred, and he feigned sadness: "There's no way. The materials are limited, and the Internal Affairs Department and the Research Fund Review Committee are bickering. I made a sample with the available materials and sent it over, but they said they would consider it and haven't given me a response..."

"What kind of sample?" Guderian asked curiously.

"Uh..." Sigma thought for a moment and said solemnly, "Due to the extremely limited materials, I only made a certain organ, thirty centimeters long, with a soft and resilient feel, extremely impact-resistant, and seven magic arrays engraved on it..."

"Isn't that amazing!?" Guderian said angrily, "I'll have to ask those old fossils. Could they even engrave seven magic arrays on a thirty-centimeter bone when they were teenagers? What are these old tree barks thinking? Focus on cultivation, focus on cultivation. Isn't creating specialized necromancer servants a way to enhance strength?"

That's not a bone...

Sigma thought for a moment and decided not to explain...

Guderian, who was serious and righteous, looked at Sigma: "I'll help you with this. Don't worry. There's another issue. I heard you picked up an angel recently?"

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PS: I've been getting lazier lately. I need to get up and fight... yeah, I need recommendations.

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