This is the truly terrifying aspect of the Path of War.
It can fully realize war-fueled cultivation of Transcendent Elite talents; now, what limits Zalanda's pace is, ironically, the infrequency of warfare.
Understand what was going on, Gaven nodded and said, "Then I won't stand on ceremony with you."
"Hold on, there's more," Zalanda waved his hand, and a piercing blast of horns sounded. A troop of heavy-armored cavalry thundered over.
At the lead, a man of great stature, mounted on a robust boar with fangs like razors. It was none other than the indomitable Nola.
These hundred heavy-armored cavalrymen galloped up to Gaven, pulled their horses to a synchronized halt showcasing their excellent horsemanship, dismounted with a great noise, then took a knee before him, declaring in unison, "Nort Guard Squad, at your service, Baron. Wherever you go, we shall follow unto death."
