A crimson gleam flashed through. While riding on Crocottas and charging forward, a cavalryman of Yulin Army simply waved his arm, as two rangers who just struggled their way out from a pile of rubbles immediately fell back off with a miserable cry. The longsword sliced through their throat, nearly chopping off their head entirely. Their blood burst out and shoot to a distance of few feet away. Soon, a pool of sticky blood had gathered on the ground.
The cavalryman let out a pleased laugh loudly, then spat on the road beside him disdainfully.
