Outside Blackmoon Castle.
Wilber led more than ten manor owners and 5000 soldiers to look at the castle gate. Half of the 5000 men were on horses. They were not iron-tier magical beasts but ordinary, tall horses. At that moment, they shook their necks and made loud, nasal noises.
Every ten people in their army had armor. The last one hundred elites were in a complete set of armor and weapons. The others were only in regular clothes. Even though they looked like they were in an uneven formation, they still had a strong aura—after all, they had more people.
"This is Blackmoon Castle."
A manor lord beside Wilber sighed.
He had been talking about Blackmoon Castle for the past few days, and that was the first time he had seen it in person. He realized that Blackmoon Castle was even more magnificent than he had ever imagined; he felt a sense of awe.
