Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 233 Exchange
Left Tura and Left Mansa were equivalent to kings of a certain tribe, followed by Right Tura and Right Mansa.

Left is considered superior, while right is considered inferior.

The barbarian leader, Zuo Tula, is named Salgeman. He is a second-tier Order powerhouse and one of only three second-tier powerhouses among the barbarians.

At this moment, Salgeman was using an enemy's skull to sharpen his battle axe.

The oppressive aura of a second-tier Order powerhouse caused the ice crystals around the throne to float in mid-air, forming a still frost mist.

“It’s an order from the Great Chieftain.” Right Danghumulu knelt at the foot of the steps, his iron armor still covered with unmelted snowflakes. “The Frost Great Chieftain orders you to mobilize the Frostwolf cavalry of the tribe to go to the western border to search for news of the five tribes.”

Salgman's axe blade suddenly stopped at a bone crevice.

The perception of a second-tier powerhouse made him realize the abnormality.

The five tribes vanished as if wiped out by a blizzard, and not even the spies he had planted sent back a single word.

"Not even a whisper of news?" His deep voice sent shivers down the ice crystals. "Could it be some noble from the Central Plains?"

Zuo Danghu Asya stepped forward, holding an iron arrow: "By Tula, I believe this must be a conspiracy by the Great Chieftain. Gu Tu is old, and now only you can threaten his position."

Salgman's fingers traced a line of ice on the iron arrow.

The oppressive aura of a second-tier Order powerhouse caused the temperature in the entire royal tent to plummet, and the unmelted snowflakes on the right guard's armor instantly froze into ice spikes.

The cold laughter of "Frost Chieftain" Salghman echoed in the hall, making the hanging beast-headed trophies rattle. "That old codger who can't even control his own son?" The icy marks on his fingertips suddenly spread, freezing the iron arrows into dust. "He dares to scheme against me?"

Zuo Danghu Asya's single eye gleamed behind his mask.

This fierce general, who had single-handedly slaughtered the snowfield trolls, now tensed like a wolf smelling blood: "Tula is wise. But the battle report from the royal court mentions that a knight can shoot through the Ice Rhino's heavy armor from a thousand paces away."

"Issue my blood order." Crimson ice crystals seeped from the cracks cleaved by the king's axe. "When deploying the Frost Wolf Riders, avoid the royal court's sentry posts."

Ice crystals formed an intricate map of the southern region in the air. "If you encounter a second-tier expert, do not attack rashly. Wait for me to arrive in person."

Asya slammed one knee into the ice, shattering the ground. "I will leave enough survivors to report back." A sinister grin spread across the half of his face exposed beneath his visor. "Perfect for testing the newly tamed snow demon hounds. I've heard that the intestines of the kingdom's people are their favorite."

Polish this content to make it more engaging. Do not add more than the following plot developments, and especially avoid adding any biological foreshadowing or blood oath rituals:
The barbarians certainly didn't only have three thousand Frost Wolf Riders; they were accompanied by four tribes and four thousand barbarian infantry.

Robin was unaware of this and was instead focused on developing his territory.

Having tasted the sweetness of robbery last time, there's absolutely no way he'd be asked to buy slaves now.

Inside the war room of Bauhinia Castle, Robin's finger traced a sharp line on the map.

On the parchment, he had drawn a line to delineate the border between the eastern part of the western border and the central lands.

"Buy slaves?" Robin's sneer made the candlelight tremble. "Now the entire trade route is our hunting ground." He flicked his fingers at the four passes marked on the map. "Let these nobles taste what it's like to be harvested."

Andysu was polishing his Tang sword, which Robin had specially made for him, and Andysu was so excited that he almost knelt down in front of Robin.

Ironjaw, standing beside him, stroked the newly captured barbarian battle axe, the blade still stained with blood from the last attack: "I've been wanting to try it out for a while now. What does it feel like to split open those gold-rimmed cages?"

Suddenly, the flapping of crows' wings came from outside the window. The Ghost General's secret letter was tied to the leg of the purple-striped crow. The simple lines outlined the military camp layout of the four territories, and each stronghold was marked with the words "can garrison 500 soldiers".

“Tell Will,” Robin said, tapping the tip of his dragon-slaying spear against the demon general’s one-eyed insignia, “that I want living slaves, not corpses.” The amethyst ring suddenly glowed faintly. “As for those disobedient caravan guards…”

Ironjaw's axe suddenly chopped into the corner of the table: "Perfect practice for the new recruits."

Ironjaw's thick body cast a distorted shadow in the candlelight, and his calloused hands nervously stroked his battle axe.

Robin squinted. This usually ruthless and decisive giant was now acting like a new recruit on his first mission, looking flustered.

"What is it? Speak!" Robin snapped at Ironjaw when he saw his expression.

At the same time, he secretly contacted the system, thinking, "Could you create a loyalty panel for my subordinates?"

The system readily replied, "Yes, it's already set up. Host, you can see the loyalty of each subordinate simply by opening the panel view."

Robin's vision suddenly changed as a pale blue light appeared on her retina.

Above Andisu's head floated a dazzling golden number "100", while above the iron jaws was a slightly shimmering "95".

Next to this data set is a small note: [Loyalty of 90 or above indicates unwavering loyalty; 80 or above indicates someone who can be entrusted with important tasks].

“My lord,” Ironjaw’s ​​Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice sounding muffled as if it came from inside his helmet, “I have refined the power fruit you bestowed upon me. Recently, I have been practicing the Four Beasts Breathing Technique that you taught me, but my progress has been very slow.”

The Four Beasts Breathing Technique is a breathing technique created by Robin by fusing the Earth Dragon Breathing Technique, the Bear Breathing Technique, the Serpent Breathing Technique, and the Eagle Breathing Technique. It can be cultivated to the highest level of Order Knight, which is the same level as the Storm Breathing Technique of the Wilk Family.

Suddenly, a purple light appeared on Robin's fingertips.

When his finger touched Iron Jaw's chest, four different colored energies immediately appeared under his skin: the steady yellow of the earth dragon, the fiery red of the raging bear, the deep blue of the spirit snake, and the sharp white of the eagle.

"It seems your talent is better than I expected. How many enemy knights have you beheaded so far?" He snapped his fingers, and a Power Fruit appeared out of thin air.

Ironjaw has now reached his peak in the mid-career of the Cavaliers.

Sparks flew from the steel helmet of the Iron Jaws hitting the floor, and the veins on his bulging neck throbbed like wriggling earthworms.

Robin's Power Fruit floated in mid-air, the vein-like patterns on its skin flickering with her breath, casting a red and dark glow on Ironjaw's ferocious face.

“Thirty-seven.” The giant’s voice seemed to spring from an anvil, carrying the metallic tang of heat.

He untied the leather pouch at his waist and poured out thirty-seven specially made badges, all of which represented knighthood, with dried bloodstains still remaining on the edges.

Robin's amethyst ring suddenly emitted a beam of light that swept across the pile of copper coins.

The system screen immediately displayed statistics: [Verification passed: 37 Knight-level heads].

Because knight badges are carried on the body for a long time, they are imbued with the knight's life force, and a simple test can tell whether it is a knight badge or not.

He noticed that the "95" on the top of the iron jaw began to flash violently, like a flame being blown by the wind.

(End of this chapter)