Time flew by, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Just as Allen was preparing to set out again with more than three thousand cavalrymen who had undergone basic training, the two thousand reinforcements sent by the Emperor finally arrived.
Looking at the weathered middle-aged man before him, Allen called out his name in surprise. "Ignatius? What wind blew you here?"
"Long time no see, Duke." A faint smile instantly appeared on the middle-aged man's previously stern face.
He was none other than Ignatius, the former chieftain of the Alterac Tribe and now the key figure responsible for guarding the north and preventing Trolls from marching south through the Alterac Mountains.
Under normal circumstances, this man would never leave his territory so easily.
Moreover, as a highlander, he disliked the relatively warm plains and preferred snow-covered mountains that remained frozen year-round.
More interestingly, whether in Azerath's original script or in this magically altered universe, Ignatius had ultimately become friends with Soladin through a one-on-one duel.
When the entire tribe had merged into the empire, there had been no war or conflict at all. Thus, the highlanders of the Oakland Mountains had always retained a relatively independent status.
Or rather, aside from nominally joining the Arathor Empire, they had continued to preserve their original tribal way of life.
Most importantly, this tribe had fought Trolls more than any other in the north and had accumulated abundant combat experience.
They even carried enough flammable materials during battle, using fire to burn the Trolls and counter their powerful Regeneration Ability.
Even more absurdly, Ignatius had brought a full thousand Highland Cavalrymen behind him, along with another thousand cavalrymen wearing royal insignia.
Suddenly, Allen thought of something and immediately asked in an uncertain tone, "Did Soladin send you?"
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