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When the first ray of sunlight fell on this ice sheet, the heavy snow suddenly stopped.

Colin, who was dozing off, felt someone pushing him by his side.

"What's the matter? Are we going to start fighting?" Colin instantly sobered up.

"Correct!"

Earl Dawson next to him looked firm and looked ahead.

At the same time, the messenger ran back and forth in the military formation, passing the marquis' order:

"The whole army is on the horse, ready to fight!"

Following this order, the Black Cavalry gradually came to life.

The soldiers began to check the armor, harness, and weapons, and then turned on their horses at the urging of the officers to open their formations.

As the sky gradually brightened, rows of cavalry in black armor had lined up neatly on the ice sheet.

The breath of killing began to spread in the army, and a faint bloodshot slowly appeared in a pair of eyes.

All the exhaustion and cold are all missing at this moment.

All that was left was the surging blood and the tyrannical mood that was hard to conceal.

In the meantime, Colin was involuntarily infected by this atmosphere, his breathing gradually became heavier, and his sanity had gradually faded at this moment.

One of the most primitive and bloodiest impulses rooted in the blood of all creatures began to bloom.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what a real tiger and wolf feel!

But the troll camp on the opposite side was still as quiet as before. They didn't even know that death's sickle had come quietly, and it was almost reaching their necks.

In the Black Cavalry, everyone turned their eyes to the position of the black lion banner.

Staring at the figure of the man under the banner.

Like countless times in the past, there were no exciting pre-war speeches. I saw Marquis García slowly withdrawing his sword from his waist, holding it high above his head, and suddenly pointing forward!

In an instant, a deep horn sounded.

"Woo-"

The army began to surge forward.

First jogging slowly, then gradually accelerating, and finally entering a state of galloping charge at a suitable distance.

The best in the Northern Territory, it can even be said to be the most elite cavalry in the Glorious Empire. This fighting rhythm has been thoroughly integrated into the blood of every Black Cavalry soldier, and it doesn't even require the generals to command too much.

The rumble of horseshoes echoed on the ice field, and finally became the only sound between heaven and earth!

At this time, the trolls were finally shocked.

But most trolls didn't even wake up completely from their sleep.

Even if they wake up, there is still no time for breakfast, let alone weapons and armor.

Countless trolls ran out of the camp in a panic, roaring indiscriminately, asking the same dumbfounded companions what happened.

The commander of this wolf cavalry, General Quaker, also awakened from his dream, and immediately realized that something was wrong.

As soon as he rushed out of the tent with the knife, he saw a guard rushing towards him with a panic expression: "General, it's not good! The enemy, the enemy is here!"

Quaker kicked the guard over, then jumped onto the back of his wolf, and looked in the direction where the sound was sounding.

Then, his eyes widened to the extreme in an instant, almost splitting apart.

Because he found cavalry, a lot of cavalries, are attacking them! 

Quaker's first reaction was that it is impossible.

He has been leading soldiers in the battle for so many years, and he has never realized that so many cavalries can rush to such a close distance.

Such a weird thing almost subverted his cognition.

But the next moment, Quaker put all the inconceivable aside.

Because he had already seen the black lion flag waving in the wind.

Black Cavalry!

In an instant, the blood in Quaker's whole body coagulated.

He suddenly calmed down.

As if at this moment, the wolf cavalry leader had already foreseen his inescapable fate.

The light in his eyes disappeared completely, leaving only the depth of silence.

Quaker immediately grabbed a guard by the collar and whispered:

"Now you immediately lead a team of wolves to run to the southwest! Run all the way, don't look back! In any case, you must inform His Royal Highness Gambik that the Black Cavalry is here!"

"Then, general you..."

The guard was still hesitating, but Quaker had already pushed him far away: "Get out, get out of here!"

Afterwards, Quaker drew out his scimitar and rushed in the direction of the Black Cavalry without hesitation.

The desolate horn finally sounded from the troll camp.

In this voice, as the most elite fighters in the troll clan, these wolf cavalries were caught off guard, but under the leadership of Quaker, they quickly organized and prepared for the upcoming battle.

But it was still too late.

The wolf cavalry had no time to accelerate, and found that the Black Cavalry had crossed this not-too-distant distance and rushed in front of them.

The murderous human cavalry raised their steel swords obliquely, like a surging silver wave under the shining of the morning sun.

Then, this turbulent wave rushed to the troll's camp in an instant, bringing up blood sprayed all over the sky and stumps and broken arms flying around.

Quaker roared hoarsely, trying to maintain a loose formation and not let it be completely overwhelmed.

At the same time, he also gathered a group of wolf cavalry and ran away from the Black Cavalry.

This is not an escape.

The moment he saw the black lion banner, Quaker was ready to die.

Quaker did not feel humiliated to die in the hands of Marquis Garcia, but was somewhat honored.

But he still has some regrets.

Because he felt he was not ready yet.

Even if he loses, he also hopes to be able to play the strongest offensive, let Marquis Garcia know that he is powerful.

He understood that the most important thing about cavalry fighting is speed.

And speed requires distance.

Therefore, he planned to lead the army to run in the opposite direction, after a certain distance, wait for an opportunity to recoil.

This is indeed the wisest move.

Unfortunately, the Black Cavalry would not give him this opportunity.

In this battle, the troll wolf cavalry was destined to be extremely aggrieved.

Their number is actually more than that of the Black Cavalry, but they have lost the opportunity.

The waving flag in Quaker's hand and the conspicuous armor on his body were quickly spotted by the Black Cavalry.

His speed of running back is not slow, but in front of the Black Cavalry cavalry who has already entered a rapid charge state, it is still terribly slow.

A group of Black Cavalry arrived in no time and surrounded Quaker.

The surging light of swords whizzed in, not talking about a fair duel at all.

This is a life and death battlefield, where the spirit of chivalry has no room for survival.

As a Tier 5 warrior, Quaker is also a well-known master in the troll clan.

But no matter how powerful the master is, it can't stand the siege of the army.

What's more, there are many high-ranking knights in the Black Cavalry.

After creating a terrifying record of killing hundreds of people, the wolf cavalry leader was eventually cut off by a human knight.

With the death of the Quaker, this troll wolf cavalry completely collapsed.

The Black Cavalry passed by, leaving corpses all over the ground and blood flowing everywhere.

This is a total massacre.

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