The moment the shamans came out, their appearance took the others by surprise. Their number was small, and all of them wore grey robes, looking low-key.
However, the presence and aura they had over them made it impossible for anyone to ignore them.
"Those people!" Friskilia subconsciously gasped.
The general wasn't far from the East Gate, and she also saw the group of people coming out of the mausoleum.
She didn't know why but...she sensed danger!
"Boss, did you see the new troops? Is that a reinforcement? They can tilt the balance of the east battlefield!"
Friskilia immediately contacted Ainsley to warn her, but then Ainsley didn't reply to her report at all. What Friskilia heard was just deafening silence.
"...." Ainsley and the Godfather gaped.
They looked at the 50 grey-robed people riding their mounts coming their way...and she couldn't help but look above the people's heads.
