The Alliance meeting had yet to commence, the Marshal title was barely inked, and yet the morale of the frontline had already become stirred.
At this moment, one aristocratic military officer after another was gearing up, eager to make a big move.
Hudson could understand the enthusiasm of the younger generation, but seeing the older generation jump in as well left him speechless.
The news had just begun spreading, and the number of aristocratic military officers at the frontline suddenly surged. Many aged relics had also come to join the excitement.
In the Extraordinary World, age could be surmounted as long as individuals possessed sufficient strength. Even those over a century old could wield blades and charge into battle.
Undeniably, the strong were the minority. Under the system of primogeniture, no family could guarantee that its heirs were all cultivation geniuses; most were still ordinary people.
