When Yvette, riding a giant bat, arrived with her unit, Duke Eugene's camp had already spread across the entire area outside the city.
Yvette surveyed the densely packed tents and bustling soldiers, quickly estimating the scale of the forces in her mind—at least thirty thousand, perhaps more.
It seemed that Duke Eugene not only emptied his own resources but also sought out plenty of reinforcements like herself.
This left Yvette somewhat puzzled: "Just the tribal remnants after the cold disaster, is it necessary?"
Soon, she received the latest intelligence from the official who came to greet her.
A dwarf banner appeared in the Northern Territory, and this war seemed no longer a simple garden clearing.
Duke Eugene met her within the city.
"I am Yvette, ordered by my lord Eleanor, here to deal with the traitor Louisa," Yvette kneeled on one knee, her voice cold, "and assist Your Grace in pacifying the Northern Territory."
