The combined forces of the Trial Takers and the local Resistance Army immediately gathered at the defensive line on the edge of the mountain forest. The elite Trial Takers formed the main force; by comparison, the local Resistance Army could only stand in the back and act as support troops.
The only exception was Solren, who had stepped outside the watchtower walls, far from the crowd. The warrior, who exuded a chilling aura, was wrapping his hands with layer after layer of bandages, his eyes fixed on the dragon wings approaching from the horizon.
Andre whistled casually.
"Now we get to witness a battle worthy of the ancestors."
"With the Solren Sword Saint's power, as long as there are no Legendary True Dragons, the rest should be no cause for concern. We just need to take care of ourselves and kill as many enemies as we can."
Burlington nodded, commanding his War Knights to form up in neat ranks.
