As the horses sprinted, the golden swallowtail flag waved in the air.
The eagle on the flag was lively, as if it was soaring in the sky.
Beneath the flag were hundreds of riders from the royal guardians of Edatine, sitting on their horses that sprinted forward in a horizontal line, their bodies moving along with the motion and even the galloping pace of their horses synchronized.
Anyone who saw the group of riders would be in awe of how scary and sharp they were.
A hundred riders rode like a single entity, it wasn't something easily achievable.
It required a huge amount of money, supplies, and a very long period of training together.
Moreover, this group of riders didn't just look impressive, they also emanated a trace of killer intents as they rode and such killer intents would only be visible on veterans of the battlefield.
Therefore, as the leader of the riders, Feliquex was very proud.
