Transmigrated with a Demon-Refining Pot: Hehehe, Refine in an instant

After leaving Buck's camp.

Ron remained silent, his face grim. Lauen and Hart followed behind, not daring to ask any questions.

Back at camp, Ron stood outside the tent for a while, taking a few deep breaths to suppress the nausea.

"Come with me to the barracks," he said.

Laun paused for a moment: "Sir, now?"

"Now."

Ron led the two of them to inspect each tent.

The wounded lay scattered in the tents; those with minor injuries were already able to move freely, and those with serious injuries had mostly recovered.

The soldiers inside the tent immediately saluted when they saw the Baron enter.

Ron mainly wanted to check on the soldiers' recovery, since almost everyone was injured after such a fierce battle.

Fortunately, these soldiers had "healing potions" given to them by Ron.

Those who are not dead can be saved.

During the inspection, Ron also received a lot of good news.

After several days of fierce fighting, many soldiers have shown signs of making breakthroughs.

Life-or-death battles are the best way to unleash human potential, especially since the soldiers have used quite a few magical potions these past few days. Combined with their bodies having drunk "meat broth" for months, it's only natural that their fighting spirit has improved.

During the Knight's Squire phase, cultivating battle aura is not difficult; generally speaking, it is...

Hone your skills and build up your fighting spirit.

With potions, you can speed things up; there aren't many tricks or levels involved.

Only when breaking through to the formal Rider level will one encounter a bottleneck that blocks most people.

First, one must sublimate one's fighting spirit, condensing the fighting spirit within the body into a fighting spirit vortex, opening up the fighting spirit throughout the body, allowing it to circulate continuously. This, in turn, drives a leap in one's life level.

There are no secrets from predecessors in this field, and it is almost impossible to figure it out on your own.

Having a direction to move forward is one of the challenges, but how to actually implement it is another.

Ron's training is currently at this stage.

After changing his breathing method, he quickly surpassed his previous level, and the size of the fighting spirit ball in his body had already exceeded that of a normal person.

Currently, we are attempting to condense a vortex of fighting spirit.

After inspecting the soldiers, Victor came again.

"Brother Ron, excuse me."

Victor has come to deliver intelligence again, and Ron lets him in.

Victor crawled in, his usual smile on his face, but the panic in his eyes was gone.

"Brother Ron, the orcs' attack has slowed down today compared to before, and the lords at the front lines have not suffered much loss."

"If we continue like this, we'll definitely be able to hold out until the Marquis's reinforcements arrive."

Ron nodded, understanding the situation:

"What about Buck?"

Victor curled his lip: "Him? He's doing fine, with a lot of men under his command, yet he's only holding onto a small position."

"Some lords who suffered heavy casualties have already merged their troops to defend a single position."

After learning about the other lords' situations from Victor, Ron began his evening training.

Inside the tent, Ron sat cross-legged, took out the corpse of an orc warrior, and inhaled it into the Demon Refining Pot.

There are still quite a few in the space bracelet, all collected in the last few days. There are too many orc corpses on the battlefield. Ron collected the blood warriors' corpses, so a few missing corpses would go unnoticed.

After obtaining the energy stone, Ron discovered that it could accelerate the refining speed of the Demon Refining Pot, so he cleared out the few remaining ones in the caravan.

He absorbed the corpse and several cores from the space into the Demon Refining Pot. A moment later, a small bottle of primordial liquid floated in his palm.

He tilted his head back and drank it down.

A familiar warmth spread throughout his body, and his fighting spirit flowed through his meridians, becoming even more solid than it had been a few days ago.

However, Ron had a feeling that if he continued like this, he might not even need to break through his battle qi before his life level would advance prematurely.

This is similar to orcs. Orcs hone their bodies, and all their strength lies in their physique. Their cultivation of qi and blood is also derived from their powerful physique.

Ron had been thinking these past few days about whether he could also cultivate the art of Qi and Blood, but after interrogating a few prisoners, he learned that it was not possible.

Orcs have different body structures than humans, especially their organs, making it impossible for them to cultivate both. Ron had no choice but to give up.

From this perspective, Ron seems more like a humanoid monster, both relying on the passive evolution of their bodies.

The difference is that Warcraft's extraordinary abilities are innate skills, while Ron's are simply battle aura.

The next morning, a messenger delivered the rotation order.

Ron took a look and saw that the defense zone had been assigned to the most dangerous section, right next to the hillside, the place where the orcs could most easily rush in.

Ron and his group were still not on the support list, and several lords had also merged their forces, shrinking their defensive zones.

Hart cursed from the side, "That bastard, Buck's really determined to mess with us!"

Ron folded the order and put it away, thinking that this Cucumber Baron really did resemble his older brother Peter.

No! What makes him think Ron will act according to his wishes?

He unexpectedly encountered another naive nobleman.

"Assemble, let's go!"

The air at the front lines still reeked of blood; the fortifications were dilapidated, and the fences were crooked and leaning.

Ron and his men took over the defense zone and began to reinforce the fortifications.

He ordered his men to shorten the length of the fence and build a semicircle against the mountain, leaving a small gap in the defense zone.

A fence was built along that section of the road, but Ron said he didn't have enough manpower to guard it.

I'm going to prepare to put some candy in front of him and trick him.

As for whether orcs would pass through and attack from the rear, Ron couldn't care less.

After receiving their orders, the soldiers began to work in silence.

Halfway through the morning, the orcs finally moved.

This time, the scale was clearly not as large as the one Ron had experienced.

The lizardmen and goat-men charged over in a sparse manner, followed by a few miscellaneous soldiers from small tribes. Although they numbered quite a few, they were in complete disarray, greatly reducing their fighting strength.

After several volleys of arrows, the orcs charged to the fence. Ron drew his sword and, with Lauenhart in tow, went to meet them.

After experiencing it firsthand, Ron felt that he could keep fighting if it were a battle of this intensity.

The battle lasted for half an hour, and the orcs left behind about twenty corpses, ending the first wave of attack.

They couldn't even breach the disguised fence; Ron had sent two men there!

Ron sheathed his sword and glanced at the battlefield. His side had only suffered a few wounds, no one had died.

By the afternoon, the orcs had finally organized a decent attack, and other outposts had started sending reinforcements. Ron's side was still handling the situation with ease.

However, the orcs eventually discovered the defensive loophole, pushed down the fence, and swarmed in.

Ron didn't stop them, but simply killed the orcs who tried to flank him.

The orcs also realized that Ron's side was difficult to deal with, so they roared and charged towards the rear defense area.

Chaos immediately broke out in the rear.

After a period of commotion, the rear camp finally managed to organize a defense, but the soldiers didn't even have time to put on their plate armor, resulting in significant losses.

The one who suffered the most casualties was Buck, because he had more men. Of the three lords who were rotated out of the Third Battalion, half of them were Buck's soldiers.