"Move out!"
At Otz's command, the group marched out of the city.
The three-thousand-strong army marched in a great procession along the main road toward the front line.
The soldiers marched in neat, uniform steps.
In contrast, the accompanying Professionals were gathered in scattered groups of two and three, chatting amongst themselves during the march.
They showed none of the discipline expected of an army marching to war.
Orn rode a Dragon Blood Steed over to the crowd.
"SNORT!"
The Dragon Blood Steed let out a loud snort, causing several nearby people to retreat in fear.
Orn's mount was a genuine Tier Three Magic Beast of a Dragon Blood Species.
Its combat strength was greater than that of the vast majority of Professionals.
A single kick from it would be enough to break the bones of a Tier Two Professional and make them vomit blood.
Everyone subconsciously kept their distance from Orn, afraid his mount might go berserk.
