bioinnovel Chapter 147 Changes are taking place
Chapter 147 Changes are taking place
On the east side of Hanhe New City, there is a spacious training ground that has been temporarily marked out.
Two hundred recruits, selected for their magical perception, are arranged in three neat square formations with a slightly awkward but extremely serious demeanor.
Most of them came from humble backgrounds and ranged in age from fifteen or sixteen to thirty.
They were dressed in uniform dark blue muslin training clothes and held standard low-level wands.
Lynn stood on the makeshift wooden command platform, looking down at the nascent mage force.
Vera and Leah stood on either side of him, watching with equal curiosity.
"Everyone!" Lynn's voice clearly resounded throughout the entire venue through a simple amplifying wind spell.
"From this day forward, you will no longer be farmers, apprentices, or peddlers."
"You are the first members of the Guardian Army's magical combat readiness force!"
"What you hold in your hands is not a hoe or an account book, but strength and responsibility!"
The new recruits below the stage instinctively straightened their backs.
"On the battlefield, magic can be a destructive flame or a protective shield."
"But regardless of offense or defense, discipline, teamwork, and efficiency are far more important than individual momentary strength!"
Lynn's gaze swept across the entire room.
"Today, I will teach you two basic battle formation techniques—three-stage combos and rotating defense."
"This will be the foundation for your future survival on the battlefield and your ability to deliver fatal blows to the enemy!"
He first explained in detail and then personally demonstrated the three-stage combo.
The mage force is divided into three columns. After the first column finishes chanting and casting a spell, it immediately retreats to the third column and begins preparing for the next spell. At the same time, the second column moves forward to cast a spell, and so on, forming a continuous magical barrage.
The key lies in timing, spell selection, and smooth queue rotation.
The initial unified practice focused on the most basic Truth Magic—Magic Missile.
And the most basic elemental magic—elemental arrows.
"Remember, you are one team!"
Lynn shouted loudly.
Training began immediately.
At first, it was naturally chaotic. Some people cast spells too fast, while others couldn't keep up with the pace, and there were bumps and knocks when the queues rotated.
But Lynn, Vera, and several Truth Mages who were selected as squad leaders continued to patrol, correct, and demonstrate.
Sweat quickly soaked through their training clothes, and the frequent manipulation of magic caused many people to turn pale, but no one complained.
They knew that this was a precious opportunity for ordinary people to gain extraordinary power.
In the afternoon, the training focus shifted to defensive rotation protection.
The principle is similar.
Three rows of mages take turns erecting simple magical shields, maintaining a continuous defensive barrier in front of the troops through precise coordination to block splash damage from arrows, stray arrows, or low-level area-of-effect spells.
During a break in training, a guard rushed in to report: "My Lord Prophet! A centaur tribe outside the city is requesting an audience. Their leader claims to be their chieftain and demands to see you directly!"
Centaur?
Lynn was somewhat surprised.
This race, which reveres nature and freedom, usually lives in more remote grasslands or deep forests.
He signaled for the training to continue and led Vera and Lia to the city gate of the new city, which was not yet fully completed.
Outside the city, the scenery was impressive.
Several hundred centaurs stood quietly in the early autumn sunlight.
Their upper bodies were those of well-built humans, and their lower bodies those of elegant horses. Their coats were glossy, their muscles were well-defined, and they exuded a beauty that combined wilderness and power.
Male centaurs mostly carry spears or strong bows, and their expressions are alert and proud; female centaurs are equipped with relatively light equipment, but their eyes are equally sharp.
Leading the group was a strikingly beautiful female centaur.
She's actually a King-level expert?
This king-level centaur has long golden hair tied in a high ponytail.
Her face possessed a resolute beauty, with a high nose bridge, full lips, and a pair of amber eyes that sparkled.
Her upper body was covered in simple yet exquisite leather armor, which outlined her extremely full and proud breasts and strong and powerful waistline.
The lower half of the horse's body has grayish-brown hair, and its four hooves are long and powerful.
Seeing Lynn approaching, the female chieftain's eyes lit up. She stepped out from the crowd, her movements elegant yet powerful, and in a few steps she was several meters away from Lynn.
She bowed slightly, performing the centaur's highest form of respect—her forelegs slightly bent, her human body bent deeply, and her right hand on her chest.
"Honorable Child of Nature, Prophet Lynn." Her voice was deep and melodious, with a magnetic quality like the wind blowing across the grasslands.
"I am Chieftain of the Goldenfields tribe, Callis Windseeker."
"Our people listen to the sounds of nature and hear tales from afar, and have come to know of your great achievements here and your advocacy of the ideal of 'universal harmony'."
She raised her head, her amber eyes looking directly at Lynn, making no attempt to hide her admiration and fervor: "A son of the grasslands, running free, abhorring shackles, yearning for a paradise of justice and coexistence."
"Your philosophy resonates with the ancient teachings of my people."
"Therefore, I led my people, who were willing to follow me, across mountains and rivers, to find you."
Lynn understood and declared that it had worked again.
He smiled gently: "Welcome, Chief Kelly, warriors of the Golden Plains."
"The Prophet sect is willing to open its arms to all races that cherish freedom and peace."
"It is our honor to have you here."
Upon hearing this, Kelly's face lit up with a radiant smile, a smile as infectious as the bright, unclouded sun on the grassland.
She took another step forward, getting even closer to Lynn.
Then, she said something that stunned Lynn, made Vera's eyes widen instantly, and made Leah puff out her cheeks:
"My Lord Prophet! My people and I swear allegiance to you, to follow your path, and to fight for you!"
Her voice was clear and firm, and then, before anyone could react, she added, her tone frank and straightforward:
"In accordance with the traditions and sincerity of my people—I, Keliss Windseeker, chieftain of the Golden Fields, hereby declare: I entrust myself to you."
"From now on, you may ride as you please."
"???"
The air seemed to freeze.
Lynn: "..."
Wow, riding a centaur has special cultural significance!
Vera: "!!!"
Her emerald green eyes narrowed instantly, and the staff in her hand tightened unconsciously, causing the surrounding grass to tremble slightly.
Leah: "..."
Her mouth formed an "O" shape as she looked at the voluptuous centaur chieftain, then at her own rather modest figure, and let out a dissatisfied snort.
The centaur warriors beside him seemed unsurprised by their chieftain's words, instead displaying expressions of self-righteousness and awe at their chieftain's might.
The human guards, on the other hand, looked shocked and bewildered, seemingly overwhelmed by the culture shock.
"Cough cough!" Lynn finally recovered from his petrified state and quickly coughed twice to break the increasingly awkward atmosphere.
"Chief Kelly, I am deeply grateful for and respect your sincerity and noble traditions!"
"We gladly accept loyalty and alliance!"
"As for the symbolism of riding..."
"Well, we can discuss its specific form and... later."
"The most urgent task is to make proper arrangements for you and your people, understand each other's needs and abilities, and work towards a common goal."
He tried to steer the conversation back to the serious level of political and military alliances.
Kelly laughed heartily and bowed to Lynn: "I will follow the Prophet's arrangements!"
Lynn returned the greeting.
Leah secretly tugged at Lynn's sleeve, her eyes filled with a warning: "Brother, you're not allowed to agree to strange things."
While Lynn was busy dealing with the defection of his centaur allies, Mel found him.
"My Lord Prophet," Mel bowed respectfully and stated his purpose directly, "I need to ask for a few days' leave."
"Oh? Is there something you need?" Lynn asked with concern.
Mel was also a capable assistant in managing internal affairs, which saved her a lot of trouble.
Mel hesitated for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts: "I...I'm not so sure."
"In recent days, I have often felt a strange guidance in my dreams or during meditation."
"It's as if something is calling to me from the depths of a distant forest."
"Something in my heart told me that it was something extremely important to me, something I was destined to find."
Lynn's heart skipped a beat.
A destined thing?
This sounds like... a chance that only those favored by the world or by a particular lineage will encounter.
"The church's traits are already showing their effects on him so quickly?" Lynn wondered to himself.
This might be a good thing.
"I see."
Lynn patted Mel on the shoulder. "Follow your heart, Mel. Need any help?"
Mel shook his head: "I can go alone. I will be careful, Prophet."
"Go ahead, Annie, do you understand?"
"I've talked to her, and she supports me," Mel said with a warm smile.
"That's good. Come back soon."
Watching Mel's departing figure, Lynn sensed that changes were constantly taking place.
The differences between my past life and my previous life are growing.
It's unclear how long this prophet's identity can be maintained.
Lynn sighed.
He looked up towards the training grounds, where magical light flickered faintly; he looked out of the city, where centaur warriors were curiously observing the new city; he thought of Mel who had left, and Little Moss, the stubborn-looking "boy" in the academy...
Territory, military, allies, talent, potential opportunities and challenges...
Everything is restless and growing.
A storm is brewing, and he must ensure that this new sapling takes deeper root and grows stronger amidst these changes.