After Chai Yi became a flame knight, the magic power in his body could control five hundred dragon spirit guards.
Torture Abyss didn't have enough corpses to revive her, but there were many corpses on the Split Palate Island that hadn't had time to be burned.
So as soon as a few people arrived at the Split Palate Island, Liu Qian and Chai Yi went to the place where the corpse was stored.
Chai Yi looked at the cold corpses, and the magic on her body spread around her.
The stacked corpses twitched violently, as if they were being grabbed and lifted by invisible giant hands.
The bones made a tooth-chilling "click" sound and forcibly straightened.
Five hundred corpses, in the suffocating silence of death, completed the terrifying transformation from decay to "life", and stood neatly and uniformly.
Chai Yi's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his body shook imperceptibly.
Such a large-scale resurrection was also a huge burden on her newly acquired power.
However, when she saw these silent warriors, there was still a trace of shock in her eyes.
The Valyrian armor and weapons that had been prepared for a long time were picked up and replaced by the resurrected dragon spirit guards one by one.
Chai Yi looked at this army of death that had been shaped by her own hands in an instant, and felt their close connection with the cold contract deep in her soul, and the huge shock made her almost forget to breathe.
They are no longer cold corpses, but war puppets in the true sense, sharp blades that belong only to her and Liu Qian, who are not afraid of death.
She subconsciously clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.
At this point, the total number of dragon spirit guards under Liu Qian's command has reached 1,500.
Three hundred elites remained behind to guard the Torture Abyss, and the remaining 1,200 death warriors were all stationed on the Split Palate Island, becoming the hardest cornerstone of this pirate lair.
And the army of the living gradually took shape in Chora's training.
In addition to the 500 elite pirates under Janice guarding the Torture Abyss, the Split Palate Island gathered 1,000 pirates under the command of Rollo, 500 experienced pirates under Howl's command, and 2,000 pirates under the direct control of Jelena.
The total strength of the Dragon Spirit Guards and Pirates reached an astonishing 4,700.
However, this fledgling army brought Liu Qian not only strength, but also heavy pressure.
Every day, maintaining the operation of this huge machine is like a bottomless pit, frantically devouring his wealth.
Ships need maintenance, keels need to be reinforced, sails need to be replaced, and heavy crossbows and trebuchets consume expensive wood and metal.
More than 4,000 mouths to eat, and inferior ale and salted fish are the minimum guarantees to maintain morale.
Daggers and bows and crossbows needed to be replenished, and Liu Qian even gritted his teeth and paid for tough leather armor to the pirates who originally only had linen shirts.
When these rough men put on neat and uniform protective gear for the first time, there was a faint sense of killing in the regular army in the messy team.
After a few months, he had about 700,000 golden dragons in his hand, and now only about 550,000 were left.
On the training ground, dust is flying.
Jelena held a blunt training sword, her posture as vigorous as a female leopard, and her long hair fluttered with every sharp slash and swift dodge.
Her opponent is Chai Yi.
"Strength is not everything."
Jerina's voice was clear, with the calmness sharpened by the battlefield: "Look at your steps, it's too heavy." "
The tip of her sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, accurately positioning in the gap under Chai Yi's ribs exposed by blocking, and the force was just right to make Chai Yi snort and staggered back.
Chai Yi bit his lower lip, sweat sliding down the corner of his forehead.
The Flame Knight's contract was slowly but continuously transforming her body, and power quietly grew in the depths of her bloodline, like lava rushing underground, and each heartbeat brought a more powerful beat.
But this force needs guidance and a lot of skill to control.
Jerina's teaching was direct and efficient, and the fighting skills that had been tested with blood and fire were engraved into her muscle memory little by little.
Jelena bullied herself again, and the sword light rained down, forcing Chai Yi to keep retreating and blocking.
She slammed low, Chai Yi's center of gravity was unsteady and she fell forward, and the tip of Jelena's sword had stopped steadily on the back of her neck.
Chai Yi gasped and lay in the dust, there was no frustration in his eyes, only burning fighting spirit.
She propped up and wiped the dust from the corners of her mouth, and said in a deep voice: "Come again." "
Not far away.
On the other side, Sir Jorah Mormont was slamming a burly pirate to the ground, drawing laughter and rude applause.
This former lord of Kumashima now has an almost strict focus.
He roared, correcting the pirates' clumsy sword-wielding posture and chaotic formations.
These outlaws may have rich practical experience, but real military discipline and cooperation are still unfamiliar to them.
Liu Qian stood on the sidelines with his arms folded, his eyes calm.
When he first met Jorah a few months ago, he needed dozens of moves to knock her down.
At this moment, the knight, who had won the Westeros Tournament and was still battle-hardened in exile, could not go out of three rounds under him.
Jelena's unreserved personal guidance allowed his swordsmanship to transform and sublimate at an astonishing speed.
Every swing of the sword seems to be able to tear through the air and be precise and deadly.
The sea breeze blew across the training ground with a salty breath, rolling up bursts of dust.
Liu Qian watched intently as Jora commanded a group of pirates to perform a simple shield wall advance, and the clumsy impact and rough shouting were intertwined.
Rollo and Hal hurriedly came behind him almost at the same time.
The usual greasy smile on Rollo's face disappeared, replaced by a tense solemnity.
Hal frowned, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the hilt of the knife at his waist.
"My lord..."
Rollo's voice was very low: "The eyeliner of Bloodstone Island has sent back the news, and Salado's fleet has moved." "
Liu Qian slowly turned around, and the sea breeze lifted a few strands of black hair on his forehead: "They are pulling out here?" "
"Yes!" Rollo nodded vigorously, his tone urgent.
"Nearly a hundred warships, all black, have left the port of Bloodstone Island, and the raised sails cover half of the sky, pointing directly at the Split Palate Island."
Liu Qian nodded solemnly and said, "Act according to the plan." "
His gaze swept over Rollo and Howl, "All ships, full of supplies, all personnel, in their places, ready to pull anchor and set sail." "
"Yes!"
Rollo and Har responded in unison, suppressing the fighting spirit and a hint of uneasiness in their eyes, turned around and rushed away, and the shouts immediately exploded on the dock.
At this moment, Chai Yi also came over, with a thin sweat on his face after training, and the blush did not disappear.
She looked at Liu Qian's tense side face and the sudden commotion on the dock, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly: "My lord, are you going to war?" "
Liu Qian's eyes fell on her face.
Princess Kakosa's face is still thrillingly beautiful, but her eyes, which were once filled with sadness and confusion about the fall of the country, are now a little more firm.
He nodded, his tone categorically "That's right, the key to conquering the Stone Steps Islands is this battle." "
Chai Yi's heart moved slightly.
In the past few days, she has witnessed how Liu Qian methodically integrated resources, trained the army ruthlessly and efficiently, and how he made the unruly pirate leaders bow their heads to obey.
A bold idea came to her mind.
If Liu Qian can conquer the Shijie Islands and have more power, can he also help him recapture Kakosa and even restore the Yellow Dynasty that has long been overthrown?
This thought lingered in her heart and could not dissipate for a long time.
However, she also knew that Liu Qian's character would never agree to her request, unless...
Her eyes fell on Liu Qian's angular jawline, her lips slightly moving, as if she wanted to say something.
In the end, a thousand words only turned into a silent sigh, and all her thoughts were hidden under her lowered eyelashes.
Liu Qian seemed to be completely unaware of the waves in her heart, and all his mind was immersed in the coming storm, and clear orders were constantly being executed.