The Centraks began to walk, from walking to trotting, from trotting into the faster canter, and the moment they entered galloping, the earth began to tremble.
They crushed through the wooden fence with brute might, running through the tents and everything in their path.
Just the sight of these fearsome riders struck fear into the hearts of many Jackals, as they had never seen such in their lives.
"Invaders! Grab your weapons!" Ham roared, revealing his pointy canines as he pointed at the Black Knights.
They looked like soldiers of the night, riding into the clan without a shred of fear.
"Kill them! Kill those invaders!" The Second Lord shouted as he ran toward the Black Knight. He believed he could cut them down with his claws and raw strength.
The Third Lord withdrew his crescent blades and stood before the chief.
Other shadow guards began to appear from the shadows until a hundred of them could be seen around the chief.
Ham sniffed, and his eyes flickered. "I smell humans."
The Third Lord's eyes widened. "What?!"
Jackal beastmen who looked stronger than the regular masses dashed toward the cavalry while brandishing their claws.
As the cavalry came for them, they also went for the cavalry in a fully aggressive mode. Their eyes filled with the thirst to rip their enemies apart.
The Jackals, bigger than lycans in the movies, running on all fours, some running through their tents in the darkness of the night, was enough to frighten human troops.
But the troop they faced wasn't just any human troop.
"For the White Wolf!"
Lambert bellowed, and a fiery aura burst out of him and his men, making the torches in their hands burn brighter!
Some jackals screamed and covered their eyes, some trying to find a place to hide but some still dashed forward, hoping to kill the flames.
Unfortunately, they forgot one thing. While in terms of bodily build, they had the advantage, these humans were knights clad in heavy armors!
The Jackals clashed with the Black Knight, and what happened was a massacre. Black Knights pierced, slashed, and slammed jackals into the spirit world in droves.
Their might was beyond the Jackals' comprehension.
The Second Lord leaped, clawing down on a Black Knight. The knight defended the strike with his lance and spun his horse.
As the horse turned, he unleashed a sweeping strike. The Second Lord vanished into darkness, evading the strike.
He grabbed the knight's cloak and dragged him from the horse, causing the knight to slam the ground.
He clawed at the helmet but only left scratches.
When the knight retaliated, he vanished into the shadows once again.
Pointing at the Black Knights, Ham spoke softly:
The hundred shadow guards and thousands of Freeman warriors, male and female, lunged forth.
All of them vanished into the night, appearing when the knights were destroying their bond warriors and dragging them down from their mounts.
Some knights managed to strike them down, but when Lambert noticed about a hundred and twenty knights were off their horses and were being attacked 10:1, he frowned.
Empowering the torch in his hand with his sacred-ranked battle force, it shone bright like the sun, dispelling the darkness!
One thing about this kind of light was that it came from a fire, meaning it came with scorching heat.
Something the Jackals of the Shadow Clan feared.
The entire clan was lit up, and the Black Knights could now see the jackals attacking them. The knights on the ground grunted, their eyes flashing with cold light.
One slammed his fist into the jackal on top of him, throwing it off. He grabbed the one holding onto his left arm and threw it away.
Kicking another away, he rose to his feet and picked up his lance.
He brandished his lance. With three steps, he leaped into the air, thrusting his lance through a jackal and pulling it out.
He heard a sound and turned to see his horse had slain a jackal and was now running toward him.
The Black Knight calculated the right moment and grabbed the reins of the running horse; he also flipped himself onto its back.
Lambert's roar fell into their ears, filling their souls with strength. Seeing the Knights comeback and how his army was slaughtered without mercy, Ham ground his teeth.
He turned to where his brother, the Second Lord, was and found the Second Lord on the ground with a javelin embedded into his chest.
The Black Knight that killed this skilled jackal was on his knees beside the corpse.
Around him were corpses of jackals with javelins impaling them to the ground.
As the knight rose to his feet, Ham threw off his cloak and began to walk toward the Black Knights, who were closing the gap with each passing second.
Lambert saw malleable spikes protrude from Ham's body. The spikes actually had gleaming steel-like edges, and the other part moved like tendrils controlled by Ham's mind.
Ham's eyes were focused on him.
Lambert just knew that he was Ham's target, and the aura Ham gave off was on par with his.
Lambert disposed of his lance, plunged the fire into the ground, drew his sword and charged toward Ham.
Ham lifted up his hands, and the spikes went back into his body. They made an external layer over his arms, forming two massive arm blades!
Ham shot vanished. In the next second, Lambert saw him above him! Lambert swiftly lifted up his sword to defend, but the clash almost flung him off his mount's back.
Grunting as he felt pain from his back, Lambert still tightened his grip around his sword's hilt.
"You might be a strong warrior, but you're not as experienced as I am. But tell me before I kill you. Who sent you?"
Ham appeared at his left and was about to strike, but he noticed the horse looked at him. It flung its head and slammed his abdomen.
Ham couldn't believe it, but at that moment, Lambert also swung his sword, grazing his chest and drawing blood.
'Man and mount unison. At such a young age?!'
Ham couldn't believe his eyes, but it didn't matter as at that very second, the Third Lord appeared at Lambert's blind spot.