They were currently marching through one of the most perilous regions on the continent. Battles could break out at any moment and casualties could rise rapidly if the army lacked strong experts. Because of that, the large number of potions and cultivation resources Ethan had just received were more than enough to raise the overall strength of his troops by a considerable amount.
More importantly...
He could also increase the cultivation realms of the people directly under him.
Thinking of this, Ethan immediately stood up and walked outside his tent.
"Randall."
"Noel."
"Maverick."
The three quickly arrived after hearing his call.
"Yes, My Lord!"
All three respectfully bowed before him.
Ethan quietly observed them for a moment.
Maverick had already reached the middle stage of the Divine Knight Realm through years of hard training and countless life and death battles. Almost every bit of his strength had been earned through his own efforts.
Randall and Noel were different.
