The prepared side had the advantage over the unprepared. This so-called knightly exchange had been unfair from the very beginning.
The knight officers who knew nothing could only lose more than they won. Even if they had endured life-and-death trials on the battlefield, they could not adapt to combat constrained at every turn.
Of course, if it had ended there, at most it would have left the losers resentful. But when the exchange ended, the dragon blood delivered by Baron Ryan made every victor widen their eyes—and made the defeated truly see red.
Bathing in dragon blood was something countless people longed for but could never obtain, yet it had appeared before them so casually, without any warning.
"You are the Pillars of the Empire. For the Empire's glory and strength, Ryan is merely making a modest contribution."
Ryan appeared on the army's Drill Ground and received all the victors. As the provider of the dragon blood, he was watched by every knight present with excited eyes.
Legendary. The legendary Northern Baron. The legendary Northern Baron who had never lost a single war—
All those titles imbued that young face with authority and renown.
Moreover, Ryan had not come alone. He had brought an extraordinarily distinctive unit. There were fewer than twenty of them, lined up on either side to form a passageway. Every warrior was covered from head to toe in pitch-black dragon-scale armor, not even their eyes exposed.
The knight officers of the Imperial Second Legion naturally recognized these "things." They had seen with their own eyes their devastating assaults on the battlefield. And the twenty unusual warriors before them, said to be closely connected to Dragons, looked far more impressive than those on the southern battlefield.
The Raging Dragon Nightmares could even grow Dragon wings from their