[Ding! Would you like to upgrade your gold-ranked sentinel, Alec, to become a diamond-ranked Guardian? Yes or No]
[Your troops are available for upgrade!!]
[Would the host like to upgrade the remaining 300 axemen and shieldmen into a powerful silver-ranked infantry troop, Silver-Wolf Infantry? Yes or No?]
[Would you like to upgrade the remaining 180 rangers of the special troop, Bonestrike rangers, to become a unique silver-ranked troop, ThunderStorm Rangers? Yes or No?]
[Notice: All the materials obtained from the ovoks except their meat will be used for the upgrade of the archery troop.]
[Ding! Would the host like to upgrade the special troop, Bladebreaker Calvary, to become a troop with 50 gold-ranked knights and 30 silver-ranked squires? Yes or No?]
'Upgrade all!'
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Beams of blinding light shone, piercing through the gloomy darkness, and reformed troops revealed themselves as the light went down.
