TOV26
"Have you heard? The Black Cavalry is nearby, and someone will be sent to meet us soon!"
"Black Cavalry? Really?"
"Of course it is true! Last night I saw a black cavalry sentry ride into our camp, and Miss Vera personally received him."
"So, are we safe?"
"Nonsense! With the black cavalry nearby, the trolls have the guts to come?"
...
Similar conversations are going on in every corner of the camp.
The tension in the air was completely wiped out, replaced by a kind of surviving excitement.
It seems that the two words "Black Cavalry" have some special magic power, as long as they are nearby, then they represent absolute security.
The reason is also very simple.
The Black Cavalry is the most powerful army in the north of the empire!
Yes, the most powerful.
The number of this army is actually not much, only 50,000.
However, it is an army composed of pure cavalry!
This army of fifty thousand cavalrymen is a well-deserved patron saint of the North, and it is also a lingering nightmare in the heart of the trolls.
"Boom boom boom..."
At noon, the earth suddenly began to tremble.
A black flood flowed out of the horizon and quickly rushed towards the river bend camp.
However, people in the camp were not in the slightest panic, because they had already seen the black lion flag flying in the wind!
The emblem of the St. Hilde family, the lord of the north, is a golden lion, so no other family in the north dare to use a lion as an emblem.
The visitor is naturally from the Saint Hilde family, but ordinary people in the Saint Hilde family dare not change the golden lion to black.
Only one person is an exception.
He is the younger brother of the contemporary Duke of the North and the highest commander of the Black Cavalry - Marquis Garcia Saint Hilde.
Unlike the imaginary title of the duke's eldest son, Marquis Charles, the Marquis of Garcia is the real lord.
He is also the only real marquis in the north.
His territorial area occupies almost a quarter of the entire northern territory, and it is with this vast expanse of land that Marquis Garcia can support the Black Cavalry, an army composed of pure cavalry.
As the army approached, Vera also came out to greet him personally.
Behind her, excited, and even fanatical soldiers gathered.
In the Northern Territory, almost all aspiring young people regard joining the Black Cavalry as their highest honor.
However, the enlistment standards of the Black Cavalry are extremely strict.
Strict enough to make people wonder if the Black Cavalry didn't want to recruit any more recruits.
Amid the neighing of horses, the black cavalry began to slow down.
The leading knight wearing a black cloak lifted the visor of his helmet, revealing a majestic face.
"Uncle Garcia!"
Vera couldn't help crying out, tears flickering in her eyes.
The hardships, fights, and life and deaths encountered during this journey made the 18-year-old aristocratic girl exhausted. Now that she finally sees the backbone, she will inevitably lose her mind.
Marquis Garcia got off his horse and walked to Vera with a gentle smile:
"Welcome home!"
Vera didn't care about maintaining the noble etiquette, so she took a few steps and threw herself into the arms of Marquis Garcia.
"Hahaha!" Marquis Garcia suddenly burst into laughter, reached out his hand, and gently patted Vera's back, "It seems that you were really frightened by those trolls, don't be afraid, uncle will help you get revenge!"
"Uncle~~" Vera suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Don't worry, none of the trolls who invaded the northern realm will be able to go back alive!" The Marquis looked at Vera's white hair, a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes, "I said it!"
When such almost arrogant remarks came out of the mouth of Marquis García, they seemed particularly natural.
No one dared to doubt whether Marquis Garcia was capable of fulfilling his promise.
This Marquis commanding the Black Cavalry is like a god on the battlefield!
"I have seen the Lord Marquis!" The knight Bliss also hurried forward to salute.
"Knight Bliss." Marquis Garcia noticed the empty right arm of the opponent. "It's a pity that you lost an arm..."
"My opponent was even more regretful, he lost a head!"
"Hahaha! Good! This is what the Northern Knights should have!"
The Marquis of Garcia heavily thumped Bliss's chest, making no secret of his appreciation.
The knight Bliss, who had always been calm and even indifferent, at this time showed respect and even fanaticism in the face of this northern military god.
Not to mention the soldiers behind, most of them saw the legendary Marquis of the North for the first time, and they were all blushing with excitement as if they were only waiting for the order from Marquis Garcia and they will follow him to fight the trolls to death.
Even the great filial son Thrall, who had always been above the top, looked at the tall figure of Marquis Garcia, and he was almost too excited to hold on to himself.
"I want to be like him!"
Thrall swears secretly in his heart.
After Marquis Garcia calmed the zealous soldiers, Vera finally came forward and asked:
"Uncle, there are still many wounded in the camp. Please arrange for doctors and priests to go and treat them immediately! In addition, there is a knight who is seriously injured and dying..."
"Don't worry, after I got the information, I brought the doctors and priests with the army." Marquis Garcia pointed to a gray-haired old priest behind him, and introduced to Vera, "Even Archbishop Revan was also brought by me together."
"It's my honor to be able to serve you!" Archbishop Revan bowed and saluted Vera.
"Then trouble you!" Vera sighed. Although she didn't know Archbishop Revan, she knew that the position of the archbishop was not something that ordinary pastors could hold.
In the entire northern territory, the Glorious Church arranged only three archbishops.
The profession of a priest is not the battle profession, and the combat effectiveness is not strong.
Their main job, in addition to serving the Lord of Radiance and spreading his faith, is to preside over baptisms and treat injuries.
It can be regarded as a standard auxiliary occupation.
Therefore, this profession is not like warriors, knights, and mages, which can be divided into ranks by strength, but generally speaking, the higher the position a priest holds in the church, the stronger his healing ability.
In Vera's view, Archbishop Revan should be the Lord of Radiance's response to her previous prayers.
So, she didn't dare to hesitate any longer and quickly led Archbishop Revan and the others to the tent where Colin was.
The Marquis of Garcia also followed.
He was curious about the origin of the knight who could make his niece so nervous.
When they arrived outside the tent, Vera and Revan walked straight in.
But Marquis Garcia stopped.
"What's your name?" He had already noticed the man who had been guarding outside the tent.
Before when everyone had gathered around to greet him, only this man still stood by here, holding on.
"Honorable Marquis, my name is Raymond Morburn, and I am a knight serving the Angele family."
"The one in there is..."
"Inside is the son of the baron - Knight Colin Angele."
Marquis Garcia nodded, patted Raymond's shoulder twice for comfort, and then walked into the tent.
"How is the injury of this knight Colin?"
"Not very good..." Archbishop Revan frowned and said, "In fact, he can survive such an injury to this day. This is a miracle in itself!"
"Please do your best!" Vera begged from the side.
Revan glanced at Vera, then exchanged a look with Marquis Garcia, and then took out an exquisite vial:
"Then, I can only try holy water."
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