The scouts from the various tribes couldn't help but stare at Ulric's mount with envy and jealousy.
They had never seen a flying horse in the Borderlands, so they wanted to ask where he had caught it.
Some of the thick-skinned ones did try. But Ulric only smiled faintly and offered no answer.
The scouts understood. If they were in his shoes, they would also gatekeep where one could capture such a magnificent steed.
After nearly thirty minutes of traversing the forest, they finally arrived at a clearing surrounded by high wooden walls.
"Open the gates," Ulric called to Castor and Pollus, who stood guard by the barracks entrance.
""Yes, Chief!""
The two opened the gates, allowing everyone to pass through.
Leone and Daedalus had gone all out in constructing the barracks and training grounds. Its size was roughly a hundred thousand square meters, about the size of a large football stadium.
It could comfortably host over a thousand warriors as they trained daily.
