The arrival of a contingent nearly two thousand strong naturally drew the attention of the officer on duty at the camp gate.
The approaching officer's gaze fell upon the small black dot on the lead man's leather armor, and his lip twitched. He then glanced at a Beastman whose arm was as thick as his own waist. In the end, he had no choice but to feign nonchalance and step forward to greet them.
He put on an overly familiar air, hoping to make some small talk. But one look told him otherwise. The Centaurs, Beastmen, Goblins, and Jackal Wolfmen were all stone-faced and clearly not in a conversational mood.
And the nobleman being escorted at the front exuded an even more potent 'keep your distance' aura.
Looking around, his eyes landed on a young man in plate armor. He quickly jogged over, gave him a light thump on the chest, and grinned.
"Buddy, where are you guys from? Your force is seriously elite."
"You're not the Count's vanguard, are you?"
