"Have you heard? The Black Cavalry is nearby. They will send someone to pick us up soon! "
"The Black Cavalry? Is that true? "
"Of course it's true! Last night, I saw a scout from the Black Cavalry enter our camp. Miss Vera even personally received him. "
"So, we are safe?"
"Nonsense! With the Black Cavalry nearby, how would the trolls have the guts to come? "
…
Similar conversations were going on in every corner of the camp.
The tense atmosphere in the air was completely swept away, and it was replaced by the excitement of surviving a calamity.
It was as if the name "Black Cavalry" had some kind of special magic power. As long as they were nearby, it meant that they were absolutely safe.
The reason was very simple.
The Black Cavalry was the most powerful army in the Northern Frontier of the Empire!
Yes, they were the most powerful.
The number of people in this army was actually not that big. There were only fifty thousand of them.
However, this was an army made up of pure cavalry!
This army of fifty thousand cavalry was worthy of being the guardian of the Northern Frontier. It was also a nightmare that the trolls could not get rid of.
"Dong dong dong …"
As noon approached, the earth suddenly began to tremble.
A black torrent appeared on the horizon and quickly rushed towards the River Bend Camp.
However, the people in the camp did not panic at all. This was because they had already seen the flag of a black lion fluttering in the wind!
The emblem of the House of Saint Hilde, the master of the Northern Frontier, was a golden lion. Therefore, no other family in the Northern Frontier dared to use a lion as their emblem.
The person who came was naturally from the House of Saint Hilde. However, the average person from the House of Saint Hilde would not dare to change the golden lion's emblem to black.
There was only one exception.
He was the younger brother of the current Dukes Of The North and the highest commander of the Black Cavalry — Marquis García St. Hilde.
Unlike the eldest son of the Duke, Marquis Charles, who had a fake title, Marquis García was a feudal lord.
He was also the only Marquis on the Northern Frontier.
His territory occupied almost a quarter of the entire Northern Frontier. It was this vast land that allowed Marquis García to support the Black Cavalry, an army of pure cavalry.
As the army approached, Vera also came out to greet them personally.
Behind her, there were excited and even fanatical soldiers.
In the Northern Frontier, almost all aspiring youths viewed joining the Black Cavalry as the highest honor.
However, the Black Cavalry's recruitment standards were extremely strict.
It was so strict that it made people wonder if the Black Cavalry didn't want any more recruits.
"Huff huff huff …"
Amidst the neighing of the horses, the Black Cavalry started to slow down.
The leading knight in a black cloak lifted the visor of his helmet, revealing a dignified face.
"Uncle García!"
Vera could not help but shout out loud as tears flashed in her eyes.
The hardships, fights, and parting of life and death that she had encountered along the way had drained the eighteen -year-old noble girl both mentally and physically. Now that she had finally seen her pillar of support, she could not help but lose her composure.
Marquis García dismounted from his horse and walked in front of Vera with a gentle smile on his face.
"Welcome home!"
Vera did not care about maintaining the aristocratic etiquette anymore. She quickly took a few steps forward and threw herself into the arms of Marquis García.
"Hahaha!" Marquis García suddenly laughed out loud as he stretched out his hand and patted Vera's back gently. "It seems that you were really frightened by the trolls. Don't be afraid, uncle will avenge you!"
"Uncle ~ ~" Vera suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Don't worry, those trolls who invaded the Northern Frontier will not be able to return alive!" Marquis García looked at Vera's white hair and his eyes flashed with a cold light. "That's what I said!"
When such arrogant words came out of Marquis García's mouth, it sounded particularly natural.
No one present dared to doubt whether Marquis García had the ability to fulfill his promise or not.
This Marquis who commanded the Black Cavalry was like a god on the battlefield!
"Greetings, Marquis García!" Knight Bliss also hurriedly stepped forward and saluted.
"Knight Bliss." Marquis García noticed that the other party's right arm was missing. "It is a pity that you have lost an arm …"
"My opponent is even more regretful because he has lost his head!"
"Hahaha! Good! This is what a knight of the Northern Frontier should be like! "
Marquis García thumped Bliss's chest a few times and did not hide his appreciation for him at all.
Knight Bliss, who had always been calm and even indifferent, at this time, showed a rare look of respect and even fanaticism in front of the God of War of the Northern Frontier.
Not to mention the soldiers behind him, most of them were seeing the legendary Marquis of the Northern Frontier for the first time. All of them were so excited that their faces turned red, as if they were waiting for Marquis García's order to kill the trolls.
Even Sarre, who had always been a filial son, was almost unable to control himself when he looked at Marquis García's tall figure at this time.
"I want to be like him too!"
Sarre secretly vowed in his heart.
After Marquis García appeased the fanatical soldiers, Vera finally had time to step forward and ask.
"Uncle, there are still many wounded people in the camp. Please immediately arrange for doctors and priests to treat them! In addition, there is also a knight who is seriously injured … "
"Don't worry, after I received the news, I specially brought the doctors and priests who were accompanying the army." Marquis García pointed to an old priest with gray hair behind him and introduced him to Vera, "I even brought Archbishop Raven with me."
"It is my honor to be able to serve you!" Archbishop Raven bowed to Vera.
"Then I will have to trouble you!" Vera was relieved. Although she did not know Archbishop Raven, she knew that the position of an archbishop was not something that an ordinary priest could hold.
In the entire Northern Frontier, the Church of Glory had only arranged three archbishops.
The profession of a priest was not a fighting profession, and their combat power was not strong.
Their main job, in addition to serving the God of Glory and spreading the glory of the Lord, was to preside over baptisms and treat the sick and the wounded.
It was a standard auxiliary profession.
Therefore, unlike other combat professions such as warriors, knights, and mages, this profession could not be divided by strength. However, generally speaking, the higher a priest's position in the church, the stronger his healing ability would be.
In Vera's opinion, this Archbishop Raven should be the God of Glory's response to her prayers.
Therefore, she did not dare to hesitate and quickly led Archbishop Raven and others to the tent where Colin was.
Marquis García also followed.
He was very curious about the background of the knight who could make his niece so nervous.
When they arrived outside the tent, Vera and Raven went straight in.
However, Marquis García stopped in his tracks.
"What is your name?" He had already noticed the man who had been standing outside the tent.
Previously, when everyone had gathered around to welcome him, this man was the only one who had stayed behind and refused to budge an inch.
"Dear Marquis, my name is Raymond Mauben, and I am a knight of the Angele family."
"Then the one inside is …"
"The one inside is the son of the baron, Knight Colin Angele."
Marquis García nodded and patted Raymond's shoulder twice to comfort him, and then walked into the tent.
"How is Knight Colin's injury?"
"Not very good …" Archbishop Raven frowned and said, "In fact, it is a miracle that he is still alive with such an injury!"
"Please do your best!" Vera pleaded from the side.
Raven glanced at Vera, and then looked back at Marquis García. He then took out a delicate small bottle.
"Then, I can only try the holy water."
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