As Annan headed for the camp, a royal carriage from the palace on Montreal Mountain stopped at the observation deck at the foot of the mountain.
From there, they had an unobstructed view of the sprawling camp and Annan's group arriving at the clearing.
The man who stepped out of the carriage wore sumptuous clothes and had the brilliant golden hair that marked the Montreal Golden Family.
"Aren't you going to say hello to your sister?" asked the middle-aged man beside him.
"She only has eyes for that young Sorcerer. If I go over, she'll grow suspicious." The royal family member smiled. "I just wanted to see whether he's worth the Empire's special treatment..."
Annan opened the first Teleportation Portal.
The Goblins, smallest of them all, streamed out first. Dressed in Leather Armor and carrying tongs and shovels sized for them, they marched proudly in formation with their heads held high. The laughter in the distance did nothing to faze them.
"What is he doing...?" the middle-aged man wondered. "He isn't planning to fob the Empire off with a bunch of Goblins, is he?"
The man stayed silent and kept watching.
The Fourth Legion was arranged by size and number. After the smallest Goblins came the Orcs.
These heavily armored Orcs were covered from head to toe, with only their tusks jutting out on either side of their mouths. Wielding Warhammers and Battle Axes, they finally drew some interest from the Nobles around them.
But that was all... They were Nobles. They would never take lowly Orcs into their ranks.
After the fifty-odd Orcs came the Elves... Given Annan's ties to the Elven Royal Court and his efforts to get the Empire to repeal the Foreign Races Edict, more than twenty Elves had come to Free City over the past