Vincent Blackcrow gritted his teeth as he glared at the distant figure of Roland. 'That fucking bastard!'
He thought that the Firecrown Household would compromise so he was stunned by Roland's reaction.
After a moment of anger, Vincent smirked coldly. "Cavalry, prepare to charge at my signal!" He shouted.
He was confident in their cavalry's strength so he wasn't afraid to face Roland's elite warriors in battle. Furthermore, the individual strength of his soldiers was above that of Roland's martial practitioners. With all these advantages, Vincent believed that they would be victorious.
"Vincent, bring me Roland's head. As for his old man, Reynard will take care of him." An old voice suddenly drifted into Vincent's ears.
Vincent turned his head. At the forefront of the cavalry's formation was an old man dressed in bulky black and gray armor. Beside him was Reynard Blackcrow whose whole body was covered in black armor.
