Volgograd (9)

"My lord, the Central Front Line command headquarters is up ahead." Slock rode beside Ang, lowering his voice with a slightly nervous expression. "Are we really going to get close to them?"

"Of course we are." Ang's expression did not change as he looked toward the faintly visible camp on the distant horizon. "I came all this way specifically to lure the lizardmen toward them."

Slock swallowed, hesitated for a moment, then muttered under his breath, "Then... the people of the Central Front Line are probably going to hate us to death..."

"Hahaha!" Ang laughed loudly and patted the Black Scale Horse's neck. "That isn't something we need to worry about. What we need to worry about is whether there are enough lizardmen, and whether they die fast enough."

Behind them, the Flame Swordsmen and Enchanted Armament Knights came galloping in on Black Scale Horses.

During long-distance raids, in order to maintain their combat strength and speed, they often rode two to a horse and took turns resting, making their marching efficiency extremely high.

After several days of continuous fighting and rapid travel, Ang became increasingly aware of just how extraordinary the Black Scale Horses were.

Even beneath the scorching afternoon sun, when the centaurs were already drenched in sweat and their muscles burning hot, the Black Scale Horses remained calm and steady-footed.

The key to it all lay in the set of Enchanted Armament specially crafted for the Black Scale Horses.

It not only enhanced their defenses, but also used a mana circulation system to draw heat out of the warhorses' bodies, reducing fatigue and the risk of injury.

What surprised Ang even more was that he discovered the Black Scale Horses that drank Healing Potions at set times every day were steadily improving in condition. Some even showed