When the first ray of sunlight shone on the ice plains, the snow suddenly stopped.
Colin, who was dozing off, felt someone nudging him.
"What's the matter? Are we going to fight? "Colin instantly woke up.
"Yes!"
Count Dawson, who was beside him, had a resolute expression as he looked forward.
At the same time, the messenger ran back and forth in the army formation, passing on the marquis' orders.
"Everyone, get on your horses and prepare for battle!"
Following this order, the Black Cavalry gradually woke up.
The soldiers began to check their armor, horse gear, and weapons. Then, under the urging of the officer, they got on their horses and got into formation.
As the sky gradually brightened, rows of cavalry in black armor were already neatly arranged on the ice plains.
The aura of slaughter began to spread in the army formation. Faint traces of blood slowly appeared in each and every pair of eyes.
All the exhaustion and coldness disappeared without a trace at this moment.
All that was left was surging hot blood and unconcealable tyranny.
Colin, who was in the middle of it, could not help but be infected by this atmosphere. His breathing gradually became heavy, and his rationality gradually faded.
A primitive and bloody impulse that was rooted in the blood of all living creatures began to flourish.
At this moment, he suddenly understood what a real army of tigers and wolves was, an invincible army!
On the other hand, the troll camp was still as quiet as before. They simply did not know that the scythe of the Grim Reaper had quietly descended and was almost at their necks.
Among the Black Guards, everyone's gaze turned to where the black lion flag was.
They looked at the figure of the man under the flag.
Like countless times in the past, there was no stirring speech before the battle. Marquis García slowly pulled out the sword at his waist, raised it high above his head, and pointed it forward abruptly!
In an instant, the low sound of a bugle horn sounded.
"Wu —"
The army began to surge forward.
First, they slowly jogged, then gradually increased their speed. Finally, at a suitable distance, they entered the state of galloping and charging.
As the most elite cavalry in the Northern Frontier, the Black Cavalry could be said to be the Black Cavalry's most elite cavalry. This kind of battle rhythm was completely integrated into the blood of every Black Cavalry soldier. They did not even need to be commanded by their generals.
The rumbling of horse hooves reverberated across the icy plains, finally becoming the only sound in the world!
At this time, the Giant Demon was finally alarmed.
However, most of the trolls hadn't even woken up from their slumber.
Even if they had woken up, they hadn't had time to eat breakfast, let alone weapons and armor.
Countless trolls ran out of their tents in a panic, shouting and asking their equally confused companions what had happened.
The commander of the wolf cavalry, General Quake, also woke up from his dream and immediately realized that something was wrong.
Just as he raised his saber and rushed out of the tent, he saw a guard rush over with a panicked expression, "General, it's not good! Enemy, the enemy is coming! "
Quake kicked the guard over, then jumped onto the back of his wolf mount and looked in the direction of the sound.
Then, his eyes instantly widened to the extreme, as if they were about to split open.
Because he realized that cavalry, a lot of cavalry, were charging towards them!
Quick's first reaction was that it was impossible.
He had led troops in battle for so many years, but he had never let so many cavalrymen get so close to him before he realized it.
Such a strange thing almost subverted his understanding of the world.
But in the next moment, Quake threw all of his inconceivable thoughts aside.
Because he had already seen the black lion flag fluttering in the wind.
Black Cavalry!
In an instant, all the blood in Quake's body froze.
He suddenly calmed down.
It was as if at this moment, the leader of the wolf cavalry had foreseen his inescapable fate.
The light in his eyes completely disappeared, leaving only a deep, deathly stillness.
Quake immediately grabbed a guard by the collar and roared in a low voice.
"Immediately lead a team of wolf cavalry and run southwest! Run all the way, don't look back! No matter what, you have to inform His Highness Prince Gambier that Black Cavalry is coming! "
"Then, then General, you …"
The guard was still hesitating, but Quake had already pushed him far away, "Get out of here, get out of here!"
After that, Quake pulled out his scimitar and rushed in the direction of the Black Guards without hesitation.
The desolate sound of a horn finally rang out from the troll camp.
As the most elite warriors of the troll race, these wolf cavalry were caught off guard, but under Quake's leadership, they quickly organized themselves and prepared for the upcoming battle.
But it was still too late.
The wolf cavalry didn't even have time to speed up before they discovered that Black Cavalry's vanguard had already crossed the short distance and rushed in front of them.
The human cavalry, full of murderous intent, raised their sabers at an angle. Under the morning sun, they looked like a surging silver wave.
Then, this surging wave instantly rushed into the troll camp, bringing with it a spray of blood and flying limbs.
Quake roared at the top of his lungs, trying to maintain the loose formation and not let it be completely destroyed.
At the same time, he gathered a group of wolf cavalry and turned around to run away from Black Cavalry.
This wasn't an escape.
The moment he saw the black lion flag, Quake was prepared to die in battle.
Quake didn't feel humiliated to die at the hands of Marquis García. Instead, he felt honored.
But he still had some regrets.
Because he felt that he wasn't ready.
Even if he lost, he still hoped to make the most powerful attack and let Marquis García know how powerful he was.
He understood that the most important thing in a cavalry battle was speed.
And speed required distance.
So, he planned to lead his troops in the opposite direction. After a certain distance, he would wait for an opportunity to counterattack.
This was indeed the wisest move.
But unfortunately, Black Cavalry wouldn't give him this opportunity.
In this battle, the troll wolf cavalry was destined to be extremely aggrieved.
They actually had more people than the Black Cavalry, but they had already lost the initiative.
The flag in Quake's hand and the conspicuous armor on his body were quickly targeted by the Black Cavalry.
Quake's running speed wasn't slow, but in front of the Black Cavalry who had already entered a state of rapid charge, he was still frighteningly slow.
A team of Black Cavalry arrived in the blink of an eye and surrounded Quake.
The surging saber light whistled. There was no such thing as a fair duel.
This was a battlefield of life and death, and there was no room for chivalry here.
As a fifth-grade warrior, Quake could be considered a famous expert among the trolls.
But no matter how powerful an expert was, he couldn't withstand the siege of an army.
What's more, there were many high-level knights among the Black Cavalry.
After creating a terrifying record of killing hundreds of people, the leader of the wolf cavalry was finally beheaded by a human knight.
With Quake's flag broken, the troll wolf cavalry completely collapsed.
The Black Cavalry passed through the field, leaving behind a ground full of corpses and flowing blood.
This was a complete massacre.
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