However, for many years, this country could no longer see such a sight. It seemed only able to recollect its most glorious years in its twilight, but even these memories were gradually disintegrating and fading away.
Yet at this moment, a shadow appeared on the highland outside the small town of Ridenburg, like a streak of lightning in the darkness, piercing straight down as if to inaugurate a new era.
Char stared at the back of his lord, his eyes gleaming, unable to resist placing his fingers in his mouth and blowing a whistle. He spurred his warhorse to follow swiftly after him.
The two of them, two horses, galloped side by side.
Mano, as if injected with adrenaline, drew his curved sword and glanced at the leaping figure in front of him with annoyance. Horse and man moved as one, impeccable in their movements, leaving no room for criticism: "You said he couldn’t ride?"
"He really couldn’t at the beginning."
"Then you must have been fooled by him, haha."
"Bullshit!" a furious voice responded.
Riders raised their weapons high, shouting in unison, then rolled down like a rushing flood. Even the most timid Security Cavalry member felt their blood boiling at that moment—in the roaring torrent, personal strength merged into an immense collective, giving the illusion of invincibility.
As soon as the warhorses moved, they believed victory was within their grasp.
The young girl unknowingly picked up her white porcelain teacup again, though the tea had long gone cold. She held it in both hands, listening intently. When Ou Fuwei’er spoke of the knights beginning their charge, a mystical light shone in her light silver-grey eyes.
After a moment, she asked in a daze, "They began the charge?"
Then, as if immersed in her own thoughts, answered herself, "How wonderful, it’s like returning to our most glorious era when the knights of Erune held their horns and fluttering swallowtail banners, their attendants raising square flags. When the horn sounded, the knights surged forward, the battlefield a sea of flags, embroidered with the golden emblems of Kerkova, Golan-Elsen, Anlek, and the kingdom itself, unstoppable—"
Ou Fuwei’er coughed. He knew this princess harbored ambitions beyond those of typical royal family members. He sighed, wishing she were a boy. Compared to Oberg the Seventh’s obstinate eldest son and weak-willed youngest son, this princess seemed more like a great ruler.
Sadly, fate is capricious.
The young girl also realized her lapse but naturally let it go. She asked, "And then, did they win?"
Ou Fuwei’er replied, "Of course, allow this old minister to recount everything."
In the mercenaries’ eyes, the young man’s sword seemed ever directed forward, towards a path leading to miracles. They began their charge, accelerating, sweeping down—those skull cavalry desperately tried to turn, then start, but their route seemed completely within Brand’s expectations.
Over thirty cavalrymen crashed like a heavy hammer into the fragile formation of bone skeletons. With a wave of Brand’s hand, a crescent-shaped wind pressure swept away four skeleton soldiers from their horses—a burst of compressed air struck their brittle ribs, indenting and breaking them, followed by the spine, lifting their upper bodies before crashing to the ground.
A series of cracks resounded, creating a huge gap in the side of the skull cavalry.
Brand roared, charging forward. He sent skeleton soldiers flying with man and sword together, knocking down another skull cavalry with man and horse. Then, his experienced mercenaries swept in on both flanks, tearing through this gap and even piercing through the undead scout cavalry unit—
The corpse wizard in command only managed to recite the second verse of his spell before Brand decapitated him with a single strike. He fell from his skeleton horse, instantly transforming into a pile of burning white flames.
Brand led the riders through, leaving only one Security Cavalryman with a cut on his arm. He wheeled his horse around, merging with the game character he played as the attack squad leader—he raised his sword, golden light spots rose from every struck skeleton cavalry, ascending into the sky before homing in on Brand.
experience points, skeleton soldiers are Madara’s lowest level unit, but skeleton cavalry yield more experience than typical lower-level corpse witches. This is because they possess not only superior strength but also exceptional agility, making it hard for regular warhorses to catch up to these pure bone skeletons.