Sure enough.
When Alon Rudy and Ernie Edwards heard the commotion, before they even had time to rise, the wind curtain of the tent was lifted.
Several Elite soldiers clad in golden armor traced with silver patterns strode in first.
The howling cold wind swept past them and poured straight into the tent.
The warmth that had been gathered with such difficulty vanished in an instant.
These Elite soldiers all wore pointed visored helmets, and cold, stern eyes could be seen through the slits at eye level.
Two battle swords bearing Dragon Scale patterns hung at their waists.
Their boots were still stained with wet ice chips and mud.
They left dirty footprints across the dry floor of the tent.
After fighting for nearly a week straight, they had no kind looks for the two bandit leaders before them.
The mindset of the natives was different from that of the awakened Lords.
"The Grand Duke has arrived!"
"Rise and welcome him!"
The powerful voice declared the Grand Duke's arrival with domineering force.
The atmosphere made Alon Rudy and Ernie Edwards, who had not exactly gotten along before, unable to resist exchanging a glance.
Having risked coming to meet Grand Duke Jonathan, the only ones they could rely on now were each other.
And the Fourth Order spatial movement spell scrolls stored in their Storage Grids beforehand.
Cursing inwardly, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and come because of the bad luck brought by drawing lots.
Otherwise, they would become rats despised by everyone in the Legion.
They would die either way. If they came to try their luck and succeeded, they could even earn a reward.
Under such circumstances, the two truly had no choice.
They neither complained nor put on airs.
They rose to their feet