Barton pointed to the other side.
There, a cavalry unit of forty Tier Two Magical Beasts, Barbarian Bulls, was also training.
The Barbarian Bulls were powerfully built, their horns glinting with a metallic sheen, looking quite majestic.
But in front of the Mammoths, they were dwarfed in both size and presence.
Further in the distance was a mixed unit of over thirty different Giant Beasts. There were shell-backed Burrowing Dragons, Terror Claw Beasts with claws as sharp as knives, and even a few acid-spitting Swamp Multi-headed Lizards.
They were clearly in the early stages of coordinated training and appeared somewhat chaotic.
"Entrusting me with the command of such a decisive force... I, Barton, will not forget this trust!"
Barton's tone was utterly sincere.
Among nobles, handing over command of one's ace troops to another was a sign of the highest trust.
