The scorching gale swept across the earth, and warriors experienced in magical attack protection all knelt down covering their heads to avoid being wounded by the storm or being swept away. They held their ears tightly to prevent deafness from the thunderous roar.
Their miserable appearance clashed with the illustrious reputation of the [Golden Hen Knights], but they had always been a unique knighthood that emphasized the real battle over fancy names. The aristocracy's rigid warfare mode inscribed in their granite brains had no connection to them.
More flexible, more effective, more lethal - the [Golden Rooster Knight Regiment]'s various fighting styles were the products of accumulating a wealth of practical experience, focused on achieving the above three goals. No matter how much the aristocracy disdained them, the massive record of their achievements couldn't be ignored by those wooden heads.
