The Infantry Spirits were still fully armed, their bodies encased in armor that concealed their appearance. Only their keen eyes remained exposed, revealing their extraordinary nature to anyone who faced them. Knight Spirits guarded Rex on all sides, while many Infantry Spirits had already engaged the Dire Wolves. A lone Infantry Spirit was no match for a Dire Wolf, but several working together could kill one easily. That was the strength of an army.
Their armor, however, had changed considerably from before. It had become heavier and sturdier, making the Infantry Spirits look even more imposing.
Put in the simplest terms, the Infantry Spirits had been upgraded. They had undergone a major change, advancing from the third rank to the fourth.
Naturally, their recruitment cost had risen along with their strength. Rex had recruited only a small number of these fourth-rank Infantry Spirits rather than raising them in large numbers. The fundamental reason was still that Rexxar lacked the money.
The Warcraft System world was excellent, but it consumed far too many gold coins. Rex had no idea how many gold coins he had spent in the Warcraft System world over the years, but the total had reached at least a million.
Gilneas collected only a few hundred thousand in taxes each year, and that was even after its territory had expanded to encompass fertile lands such as all of Tirisfal Glades and the Hillsbrad Foothills.
He had poured that many gold coins into the Warcraft System despite deliberately keeping his spending down. The Warcraft System was a machine that devoured gold coins. No matter how much he had, it could swallow every last coin in an endless stream.
As Rex looked at the Knight Spirits' mounts, a faint spark of an idea appeared in his calm eyes, only to