Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

"call--"

Luo Kunlun slowly withdrew from his stance. When he clenched his fists, his muscles and bones made a crisp sound like the vibration of a bowstring, which was a sign of the precise engagement of the fascia and bones and the smooth flow of power.

He looked down at his palms, which showed none of the roughness typical of knights.

With the precise control of nanomachines and the meticulous refinement and further development of martial arts, his current physical fitness of 8 points, coupled with a more stable and resilient body structure, would be enough to shatter stone and break gold with a single punch.

Even mid-level knights with similar or slightly better physical abilities would not gain an advantage in a head-on confrontation.

"I've finally achieved something," Luo Kunlun murmured to himself. "I just don't know how many more years it will take to break through to the 12 physical abilities of a high-ranking knight."

At this moment, Luo Kunlun was fully capable of leaving the military camp.

It can defeat tigers and withstand venomous snakes and insects.

With these skills, one can live comfortably even in the deepest mountains and forests.

But this world is full of noble territories; there are no landless lords, nor are there unclaimed lands.

Having left the Roth family, he would either become a wanted deserter or live as a wild man in anonymity.

The barracks offer a stable food supply and a relatively safe training environment; only a fool would leave now.

"I'll wait until my strength has reached its limit, or until I've figured out the ultimate secret of the breathing technique," Luo Kunlun decided, turning and walking towards the barracks.

He always felt that the breathing techniques of this world were not as simple as the nobles had summarized themselves; there must be traces of lost civilizations or extraordinary beings hidden behind them.

Having his own nanomachines, his cultivation speed is already a miracle.

He achieved the rank of intermediate knight, a feat that others might not reach in their entire lives, in just one year.

However, as physical fitness improves, the increase in radiation particles becomes weaker and weaker. It will probably take three to five years to reach a higher level.

So, how did those mid- to high-ranking knights advance in rank?

.................

The stone mansion of the Roth family in the heart of Ashvale.

Roman Roth was standing by the window, clutching a letter sealed with wax in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure.

This blond, middle-aged man was burly with broad shoulders and a thick back. Even when he was just standing casually, he exuded a sense of oppression, a physical intimidation brought about by eight times the strength of his opponent.

On the dining table in front of him, steaming black tea rose from a silver teacup, the rich aroma of fresh milk and black tea filling the air.

This is a luxury item that only nobles, and wealthy nobles at that, can afford.

But Viscount Roth had no appetite for it at the moment.

"The Ado Forest...may contain magical beasts..." he repeated the contents of the letter in a low voice, his brows furrowed.

Warcraft are extraordinary beings born from wild beasts, much like knights among humans.

Larger in size and more terrifying in strength, some of these legendary monsters are even said to possess intelligence comparable to that of humans.

They are valuable from head to toe; their hides can be used to make tough inner armor, and their claws and bones are excellent materials for crafting weapons.

The most precious blood of magical beasts, whether ingested directly or used to make potions, can directly improve physical fitness and help break through the knight's physical fitness bottleneck.

It can be said to be the key to junior knights advancing to intermediate knights and intermediate knights advancing to advanced knights.

Such a treasure is extremely rare, enough to drive any nobleman mad.

But the dangers of hunting monsters are equally terrifying.

Historically, there have been instances where powerful nobles and lords led large armies to besiege monsters, only to suffer heavy casualties among their knights and troops, and their territories were taken advantage of by their enemies.

Men were either killed or subjected to extreme humiliation: castrated and imprisoned, forced to watch helplessly as their enemies violated their wives, daughters, and sisters in front of them, thus ending their family bloodline.

If she were more attractive, she would likely be given to those perverted old men with unusual sexual fetishes...

The defeat is so tragic, even more tragic than death!

Roth understood the risks involved, but he had no choice.

He became a mid-level knight thanks to a wolf-vine potion he obtained by chance and his innate physical advantages. This allowed him to rise to the rank of mid-level knight and bring the Roth family to its current heights.

After annexing the Liulihe region, the total area of ​​the territory reached 7,000 square kilometers, and the standing army was expanded to 1,000 men.

However, his sons were mediocre.

Even after mastering the family's breathing technique and devoting all his energy to training, his physical fitness remained around 3, making it impossible for him to become a knight.

Among his illegitimate children with his lover, there was one with decent talent, but only enough to become a junior knight.

Once he dies, the military might of a mid-level knight will be lost, and the Loth family will at best be reduced to its original state, but more likely be annihilated by surrounding forces, and its three-hundred-year history will be destroyed in an instant.

"Earl Wimbledon..." Viscount Roth looked at the signature on the letter, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

The Earl of Wimbledon is the most powerful lord in the region, commanding a standing army of six thousand.

It includes infantry, elite archers, heavily armored warriors, cavalry, and other troop types.

They have more men and better troops; they are simply incomparable to him.

Including the Earl himself, there were twenty-three junior knights and four mid-ranking knights.

With such strength, they were among the most powerful nobles in the Zijing Kingdom.

The Lotte family was able to successfully annex the Liuli River region with the tacit approval of Earl Wimbledon.

The letter meant that they, as vassals, should also join.

The Wimbledon family is a behemoth, and any major move they make will attract the attention of those who are interested.

In addition, due to the need to defend the territory, everything must be done in secret, and the number of troops that can be spared is not large.

Those who contribute their time and effort to the hunt will receive a share of the demon blood...

After much deliberation, Roth made up his mind.

"Lin Wei!" Viscount Roth called out in a deep voice.

A moment later, a lithe black-clad guard strode into the room and knelt on one knee: "Your Excellency, Viscount."

"Pass on my order." Viscount Roth's eyes hardened. "Secretly select two hundred elite soldiers, each led by a twenty-strong elite squire, and immediately depart to assemble on the outskirts of the Ado Forest."

"Also, inform Hand and Walton to prepare to come with me. You will stay behind to guard the family."

"Viscount, are we really going to..." Lin Wei hesitated, knowing the risks involved in the hunt.

"We must go," Viscount Roth interrupted him, his tone resolute. "Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, we must brave it."

"Otherwise, all of this is nothing but a bubble."

"Besides, we already know about this; if we don't join, we're doomed."

Since Earl Wimbledon dared to inform him of the news, he must have been prepared. If he refused, the Roth family would only face annihilation.

Warcraft is a matter of utmost importance; it's better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free.

Given their strength, eliminating the territory's high-ranking officials, including Roth, would not be difficult.

Upon hearing this, Lin Wei said no more and respectfully replied, "Yes, I will take care of it immediately."

After the guards left, Viscount Roth picked up his silver teacup and drank the warm black tea in one gulp.

The rich flavor of the tea did not alleviate his anxiety, because if he failed, the Wimbledon family would only suffer minor damage, but his own family would be wiped out.