Armor could block, but that didn't mean the flesh and blood within could withstand the impact. Even at a distance of two or three hundred steps, being struck by arrows could still be lethal.
The agony on the battlefield was excruciating. As she watched one Elf Soldier after another fall, anxiety gradually painted itself across Derris's face.
The Elf Army below was desperately retaliating, but the situation on the battlefield made her shiver with fear. Even as the two sides engaged in close combat, the Human cavalry didn't fall behind at all.
With the continuous sneak attacks by the crossbow arrows, on average, three Elf Soldiers had to be sacrificed to take down a single Human cavalryman.
For the Elf Race, this way of fighting was a complete blood loss.
Looking at the size of the Expeditionary Army, it was clear that being able to field over thirty thousand of such Elite Cavalry meant that this was replicable.
