Chapter 115: The Sacred Land for Class Changes

“Congratulations, Clinton. I hope you’ll keep up the good work. In the future, it will be up to you to lead the army of this territory!”
Clinton immediately knelt on one knee in loyalty.
“It is my greatest honor to help ease my master’s burdens!” After breaking through, Clinton now possessed a solid foundation at the beginning stage of Bronze rank, with even signs of further progress. This was due to his extensive training during his Black Iron rank; it would be difficult to achieve such progress later on, requiring steady, step-by-step cultivation.
Donald then added, “Uther says you’ve already surpassed the limits of a foot soldier. From now on, there are two paths ahead: one is to abandon your role as a foot soldier and train in the swordsmanship traditions of this world, and the other is to continue advancing to become a higher-ranking knight of the human race. There’s also another possibility—trying to change classes at the altars of various races, perhaps even becoming a hero! But since your talent has already taken shape, the chances of success for such an attempt are extremely low.”
As a lineage-based military class, the Truth Book grants privileges to human foot soldiers, who are among the few classes that can advance to a higher rank after reaching the limits of their original class. Similarly, orc foot soldiers can advance to Wolf Knight Raiders. Other class advancements, such as elf archers upgrading to Horned Eagle Knight, follow the rules of the magical world with little variation.
“What does my master mean?”
Donald looked at Clinton and said, “As for which path to choose, it should be based on your own decision. I won’t interfere. No matter which direction you choose, I’ll provide you with the best support!”
Clinton thought for a moment before coming up with an answer quickly.
“Master, I choose to advance to become a knight, hoping to gain greater strength to continue serving you!”
“Very good. I was also planning to build a barracks in the territory, so you can change classes there!”
The original militia guard was stationed in several vacant houses in the town. With a small number of members, daily training could proceed normally. However, as more recruits were added, the barracks became crowded, forcing some younger recruits to commute back and forth to their homes every day. Even so, daily training remained a hassle.
So Donald planned to build a barracks outside the town to house the militia guard and other armed forces.

After the human army camp was manifested, it took the form of a small fortress-like building, as large as a football field. Inside the walls, there were various facilities such as a sports field, shooting range, combat arena, and barracks. At the center of the camp was a hall-like structure, which served as the core for class changes and training. A day later, a new camp was discovered by passing adventurers; it had appeared somewhere on the edge of Moonlight Forest to the north of Dusk Town, arousing great curiosity and fascination among outsiders. In contrast, most local residents were unimpressed, as they couldn’t fathom the powers of mages. Clinton had already surpassed the limits of an ordinary infantryman; his soul level was comparable to that of a fourth-tier soldier, making it possible for him to transition into a knight smoothly. Thus, on the day the camp was established, Clinton officially became a knight and even reached the mid-bronze level of strength. According to the standards of this world, he should be considered a high-ranking knight. After the class change, his previous infantry training didn’t disappear entirely—there was no conflict between the two. Even after dismounting from his warhorse, Clinton retained his combat skills as a bronze swordsman. With the soldiers moving into the camp, it became much less crowded. Donald then selected thirty skilled archers from the hunting team to form a new musketeer guard, under the lord’s guard forces. The selected hunters were very excited. Although they didn’t know what muskets were, just hearing the name suggested they must be powerful weapons. The dwarf muskets created by Donald had a shorter range and less power compared to modern firearms from his previous life; their lethality was roughly equivalent to that of old rifles from World War I, with even shorter range. Yet for ordinary people in this world, these fire-spewing guns seemed magical, capable of instantly killing warriors below bronze level. Even bronze-level warriors would be vulnerable to injury if faced with three or five musketeers without proper protective gear. Weapons similar to muskets had existed in this world before, invented by the goblins and dwarves, who were skilled in alchemy and mechanical engineering. However, due to the time-consuming process of loading ammunition and their complicated maintenance, they couldn’t be mass-produced. They were generally used for self-defense by weaker intelligent races, while relatively stronger races like elves and humans rarely used them.

After exchanging all the equipment of the Musketeer Guard, Donald assigned Clinton to train those thirty musketeers. These summoned warriors shared the knowledge from Donald’s memories. As guns had been the mainstream weapons in his past life, although Donald himself had never used them, he still had a basic understanding of them.

Meanwhile, under the protection of Kelthas, Donald went to the location of the World Tree. He expended most of his energy reserves to complete the Hero Altars for the three races other than the undead, and then created an inn for summoning neutral heroes as well as several other buildings for those three races.

Looking at these buildings, Donald felt once again the sense that everything was under his control.

“This will be the sacred place for career advancement in our future territory. As long as one passes the loyalty test, they can come here to seek the chance to become a powerful professional.” Hearing Donald’s words, Kelthas couldn’t help but ask, “Master, do you also plan to open the Hero Altars to the people in the territory?”

In the minds of these summoned warriors, heroic units were beings with immense potential. Only heroes summoned could ensure absolute loyalty.

“That’s right, Kelthas. Are you worried about their loyalty?”

Seeing the Blood Mage nod, Donald said thoughtfully, “I have some concerns too, but we can’t give up just because of that. The power of souls will eventually run out. With my current reserves, if I summon two more heroes, I won’t be able to summon anything else for at least half a year. It’s better to promote two heroes among my subordinates and use that soul power to create several powerful units to strengthen the territory’s combat strength.”

“A crisis is already upon us, and after resolving it, I plan to leave Dalaran for a long journey! Things are different now—there’s only one Nighthold. Our territory needs stronger forces to protect it!” Hearing this, Kelthas said nothing more and simply declared firmly, “Since you’ve made up your mind, master, I will temporarily stop studying magic and focus on raising my hero level. I can reach the middle stage of Bronze in a few days. If you can wait a little longer, I’m confident I can reach the peak of Bronze within three months, and then use the sacred place for training to advance to Silver!”

Kelthas knew he had arrived later than Uther, so to catch up to him and achieve Silver-level strength, he had to take shortcuts to improve his abilities quickly, so as to help his master overcome difficulties. As for his previous plans to build up strength, circumstances changed faster than plans, so he had to abandon them for now.

Donald looked at his first elf subordinate with concern and said, “Doing this will be detrimental to your future development. It’s better to wait until your magic skills improve before advancing! Anyway, with our teachers advancing, we should be able to handle this crisis and the threats from the Great Prince!”
“It’s okay. There is some impact, but it’s not serious. At most, I’ll have to stay at the Silver level for a while longer to catch up on my training!”
Seeing that Kelthas had made up his mind, Donald said nothing more. He indeed lacked enough manpower, and having another Silver-level expert would ensure the safety of his territory.
He thought that if it weren’t for Macbeth’s actions that put him in this situation, he wouldn’t have to rush to improve his strength so much, forcing him to interrupt many of his original plans.
Thus, Donald’s resentment toward Macbeth didn’t diminish with his death; instead, it grew deeper. He wished he could pull Macbeth out of his coffin and whip him to vent his anger, if only Macbeth still had a body left!
After making these preparations, Donald returned to his lord’s mansion and sent people to invite his teacher and three Bronze-tier peak mages.
The straight-line distance from Dalaran to Stonetalon wasn’t very far. The mages were all strong enough to use flight spells, so they could reach Dusk Town in less than half an hour.
When the four mages descended from the sky and arrived at the lord’s mansion, it caused quite a stir in the town.
Although people knew there were five mages in Dalaran, they usually kept a low profile and rarely appeared in public. But today, four seemingly very powerful mages came from outside all at once, arousing curiosity and excitement among the townspeople. Many adults and children rushed to the square to watch. As for the curious adventurers, needless to say.
After meeting Donald, Maelthor said, “I’ve brought them here. Whether you can convince them is up to you!” Maelthor, entrusted by Donald, had already explained the general situation to the three mages. But since Donald’s proposal was unprecedented, they needed to understand the details before making a decision.
“Thank you, teacher, for your support! I won’t disappoint you!” After thanking his teacher, Donald turned to the three mages and said, “You are not only my seniors but also like brothers to me. Without any false courtesy, I’m proposing this precisely to bring you all together and strengthen Dalaran to face future challenges.”

Before the three could speak, Donald immediately said, “To ease your concerns, I’d like to state first that my plan is to establish a mage organization within Dalaran, similar to our guild. The realm will provide resources for mages to train, and in return, the mages will help protect the realm’s safety.”
Malf, one of the three top bronze-ranked mages of the Northlands, asked bluntly, “If the conditions are the same as those at the Stonemason’s Guild, what kind of treatment can you offer us?” Of the three mages, aside from having a good relationship with Chris, Donald had only met the other two a few times, getting to know them better only through Maelis.
Donald wasn’t annoyed and smiled, saying, “I believe what I can offer you all is something even the Royal Mage Association and His Majesty the King might not be able to provide.”
The other two mages, besides Chris, found this amusing and clearly didn’t believe Donald’s bold claims. Chris, on the other hand, seemed to think of something, his face showing a hint of excitement.