To Velin and Xuemiyya, the camp gate, tightly guarded by dozens of soldiers, might as well have been unguarded.
The warning Magic Arrays deployed around the camp were likewise unable to detect their presence.
As he walked through the camp, Velin grew increasingly alarmed.
Though the wager included a military victory, this seemed a little too terrifying.
Within this camp of nearly three thousand people were fifty Silver Intermediate Professionals, one hundred and eighty-five Low-level Silver Professionals, nearly six hundred High-Bronze Tier Professionals, and the remaining soldiers were either Mid-Bronze Tier or Bronze Low-Tier. Not a single one was below the apprentice rank.
Moreover, all three thousand-odd soldiers were ice-attribute Professionals, including both Battle Professionals and Spellcasters.
"Velin, the mid- and lower-level combat strength of the army here may not compare to the five titled battalions, but it should be able to stand alongside several of the lower-ranked battalions, right?" Xuemiyya looked at the more than five hundred warriors training bare-chested amid the ice and snow in the Training Ground and could not help sighing.
Staring at those Battle Professionals, Velin said in a low voice, "I feel like Zephirin's talent is being somewhat wasted."
"You can't put it that way either." Hearing this, Xuemiyya said, "If Zephirin hadn't come here to temper herself, she wouldn't have discovered her own talent, would she?"
"That seems true."
Ten minutes later, the two left the military camp and headed straight for the Twin Towers.
Arriving before the Twin Towers formed from ice, Velin and Xuemiyya no longer concealed their identities.
The twenty-four guards stationed outside the Twin Towers immediately pounded their chests in salute when they saw Velin, saying in unison, "Greetings, my lord."
At the same time, a silver-haired young woman in an ice-blue Mage Robe hurried over to Velin, bowed,