After speaking, the Sika Magic-armored Knight Commander took the lead in controlling his horse and leaping forward, his men quickly following.
The horses' four hooves left the ground as they moved through the air. After a moment, they began to descend, gradually drawing closer to the ground.
Then something unexpected happened. The Wind Wall lying on the ground, clearly only two meters tall, suddenly rose by another stretch, becoming five or six meters high. The two-meter-wide "ravine" likewise became five or six meters wide. The horses did not land on the ground, but stepped into the "ravine"—that is, onto the Wind Wall.
The Magic-armored Knight Commander froze for a moment, somewhat surprised. Because of his cautious nature, he could not help but feel a sense of danger. Though he did not know exactly what was wrong, he felt that this should not have happened. He waved his hand and quickly spurred his horse, trying to leave the Wind Wall's area sooner.
But things went against his wishes. With every step his horse took forward, the Wind Wall extended another stretch, keeping him forever atop it.
At this point, more than half of the Magic-armored Knights behind him had followed him onto the Wind Wall. It was clearly impossible to turn back, or they would face the previous problem—exposing their backs or flanks. The Magic-armored Knight Commander steeled himself and led his troops onward, prepared to deal with all kinds of spell attacks. His teeth clenched slightly: he did not have the confidence to block every attack that was coming, but he was confident he could block most of them. Even if he was seriously wounded, their remaining combat strength should still be enough to slaughter the Alliance Central Army.
Then the mission would still be completed.
It would still be