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When the White Robe Iron Cavalry charged into the enemy formation, the already chaotic enemies underwent an absurd change.
The enemies before the White Robe Iron Cavalry kept running into problems. Some ran about wildly without finding suitable weapons, while others tripped before their own comrades and blocked the way.
In any case, not a single one of them could fight properly.
The White Robe Iron Cavalry had long since grown accustomed to such situations.
Battlefield Luck allowed them to fight with the wind at their backs, while misfortunes plagued their enemies.
With one side gaining and the other losing, the enemy's combat strength rapidly declined, allowing the White Robe Iron Cavalry to defeat them with ease.
The situation before them was the same. As soon as the White Robe Iron Cavalry charged, the range of Battlefield Luck expanded directly, plunging the enemy ranks into utter chaos.
They had not even noticed that beneath the White Robe Iron Cavalry followed a large pack of even stronger hellhounds.
These hellhounds moved as fast as ordinary cavalry at full gallop.
However, unlike the White Robe Iron Cavalry, they did not consider anything else. The moment they struck, they went for lives.
When they pounced forward, they could bite off at least two heads at once and tear open the enemy's defensive line.
More importantly, they attacked exceptionally quickly. After killing an enemy, they immediately retreated to their original positions. Ordinary people could not even tell who had struck.
With these two troop types working together, along with their already considerable levels, they slaughtered their way forward with ease until they reached the tallest flagpole.
However, once they reached this point, the White Robe Iron Cavalry's charge encountered heavy resistance.
Although the enemy leader