You, a dragon, are farming in hell.

Chapter 93 Three Generals, Let's See How This Uniform Is

"The skeletons of Destin have righteousness."

Others might think the person who said this has gone mad, but anyone who dares to spend time with Lord Distin's skeleton soldiers will definitely discover what makes them so special.

In Hell, Sophia saw the wild skeleton soldiers on the Crimson Wasteland; those skeleton soldiers had no righteousness.

"No, I have to tell Strayed to keep an eye on his men and make sure they don't hurt Mr. Skull Number 65."

Minister Connor, with his dark complexion, muttered something to himself, walked past Sophia, and strode towards the first floor.

Sophia floated after him, wanting to ask Strayed if any soldiers had challenged Skeleton Soldier No. 65 last night.

Anna looked at Sophia, whose feet were off the ground, with great concern. The curse had not yet disappeared, and judging from her princess's appearance, she did not seem to take the curse to heart.

Whether the existence of the dream world is good or bad for Princess Sophia, she can no longer judge.

Lobby.

When the three military ministers saw Sophia floating down the stairs, they stood up and bowed to her.

Minister Connor walked directly up to Strayder. "Mr. Skull Number 65 understands agriculture. If your military doesn't need Mr. Skull Number 65, I'd like to invite him to join the Ministry of Agriculture."

"What are you talking about? How could you not need him? Mr. Skull Number 65 is now an instructor in our military. Don't you dare try to mess with our military instructors, you old geezer."

When Strayder saw that the old man Connor wanted to take Instructor Number 65, his eyes immediately turned hostile. The Instructor Number 65 that Princess Sophia had invited was indeed highly skilled in military matters.

Skull No. 65 not only possesses excellent military skills, but also has proficiency in combat techniques and killing methods.

Last night, the Silvermoon Legion challenged the elite soldiers of Skeleton 65, and several of them were nearly killed.

If the Silvermoon Legion were to encounter a skeleton soldier like number 65 on the battlefield, the chances of the entire legion being wiped out would be extremely high.

He had encountered the undead army of the dark mage before when he was young, and had even fought against it.

But those skeleton soldiers were just cannon fodder; the Silver Moon Legion's soldiers could easily sweep them away.

However, if the Silvermoon Legion were to face a group of skeletons like number 65, they would suffer heavy casualties.

Skeleton #65's tactical skills are also ridiculously high.

If Princess Sophia commands an undead legion, then the fighting power of this undead legion is so strong that it would drive the living to despair.

After witnessing Instructor No. 65's military prowess last night, Cyril and Griffin both voluntarily joined the training team.

"Your Highness Sophia, Instructor No. 65's military skills far exceeded my expectations. I apologize for my ignorance last night to you and to Instructor No. 65."

Instructor No. 1 apologized.

Strayder walked up to Sophia and bowed.

"It's alright, it's alright. After all, the image of skeleton soldiers is already deeply ingrained in people's minds. It's normal to mistake skeleton number 65 for an ordinary skeleton soldier when you first see it."

Sophia floated down to Strade and helped the old general up.

At his advanced age, he was still willing to stay in the army and contribute his talents. She couldn't possibly hold a grudge against this old general over such a trivial matter.

"Your Highness, please make sure to bring Instructor No. 65 back tonight."

"OK."

"And Your Highness, we are preparing to establish a team codenamed [65], which will train under Instructor No. 65. This team will not participate in any training during the day, but will train under the guidance of Instructor No. 65 at night."

Is this alright with you?

"Can."

Cyril and Griffin overheard Strayder and Sophia's conversation. They exchanged a glance, then looked at Sophia, as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.

"General Cyril, General Griffin, do you two have something to say?"

"Your Highness, we are concerned that the soldiers' irregular schedules may lead to a decline in their physical fitness over time, making it impossible for them to complete some of the training programs set by Instructor No. 65."

Cyril, with his short brown hair, voiced his concerns: training with Instructor No. 65 wouldn't be a matter of just one or two nights; it would take at least two or three months.

If you don't get enough rest during the day and train all night, you won't be able to maintain your physical fitness.

"That's true."

Sophia nodded in agreement. During the day, number 65 definitely couldn't appear; the sun was too harmful to undead creatures.

Evening training sessions, if they last too long, can take a toll on the soldiers' physical fitness.

Sophia floated around the living room, trying to find a solution. When her gaze inadvertently fell on Emily, she suddenly clapped her hands and unleashed the life-giving sap of the Tree of Life!

If the soldiers training at night were given a bottle of vital energy tree sap the size of a thumb, it should last them until the end of their special training.

A small bottle of Life Tree sap, about the size of a thumb, should be enough to keep a soldier's stamina up for three months.

"I have a way to solve this problem. You can continue training. When I go to the camp tonight, I will bring you a nutrient solution to replenish your vital energy."

"???"

A nutrient solution to replenish...replenish vital energy?!

Is this kind of stuff really something that these rough, tough soldiers can take?

The thing Princess Sophia was talking about sounded like a rare delicacy that only nobles were entitled to enjoy.

Minister Connor was deeply shaken by Sophia's words.

The nutrient solution that Princess Sophia was drinking to replenish her life force... could it be the same kind of life-giving water she drank before?

This prince... has invested too much in strengthening the military power of the North!

"Your Highness, the nutrient solution that can replenish life force is too precious. If you have any magical potions that can quickly restore the soldiers' strength, please distribute some to the [65] squad."

Cyril was alarmed, fearing that the prince before him might misunderstand his meaning.

For ordinary soldiers, the magic potion that restores stamina is already a godsend.

The nutrient solution that replenishes vital energy should be kept by His Highness for his own consumption.

"A potion to restore stamina?"

This potion is sold in the capital, and caravans from the Flower Language Plain may also carry it.

However, these kinds of drugs that can quickly restore physical strength have both advantages and disadvantages; some drugs have extremely serious side effects.

It seemed unnecessary to risk having soldiers drink this potion, and besides, she wasn't a pharmacist and couldn't assess the extent of the potion's side effects.

If Lady Distin could concoct potions to restore stamina, she would dare to let the soldiers drink them.

The medicine prepared by Lord Distin will definitely have far fewer side effects, or even none at all.

If your soul falls into hell tonight, you can ask Lord Destin if he knows how to concoct a potion to restore your strength.

"Hmm, I'll make a note of this. In a few days, I'll see if I can get my hands on this kind of stamina-restoring potion."

Hearing Sophia's words, Cyril breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, Generals Strayed, Cyril, and Griffin, please come here for a moment. I have asked a certain lord to design a set of uniforms for the soldiers of the North. Please come and take a look with me and see what you think of these uniforms."