He had just killed three level-five skeletons when he noticed the cavalry had already clashed with the undead.
What stunned him was the sheer dominance,
It was one-sided suppression.
He quickly opened his map and checked the green dots representing the cavalry.
There were 200 of them, and every single one was level 11 or above.
Aaron was speechless.
"This cavalry… it’s entirely made up of Knights."
He couldn’t help but mutter to himself,
"So this is the power a Duke holds."
Just as he thought he had grasped the extent of a Duke’s strength, the soldiers around him whispered among themselves:
"If Commander Molard were here, those undead wouldn’t last even five minutes."
"Indeed. His elite troops may only number a hundred, but every one of them is a fearsome Knight."
"I’ve heard r
