The group following the magistrate numbered around twenty, nearly all of them about six feet tall and exceptionally burly.
They wore black armor engraved with intricate magical patterns. They were clearly Magic-armored Knights. Even on foot and without warhorses, they possessed formidable combat power, and they could call in multiple additional squads for support at any time—enough to handle most situations.
Beyond that, it was worth noting that the Magic-armored Knights all wore wooden expressions, so dull they seemed almost vacant.
Ma Qiu, standing in the crowd, recognized them at a glance. They were all warriors of the Sparx Race.
Yes, warriors of the Sparx Race.
It was said that Sparx warriors came from the deepest parts of the Northern Wastes. Forced to leave their homeland by a lack of food, they had come to Shalin. These people carried the bloodline of the legendary God of War and revered their ancestors who had bled and died in battle. They were intensely martial. Usually taciturn, they became nearly crazed in combat, fearless of death. They could be the most reliable companions or the most terrifying enemies, depending entirely on which side they stood.
The Sparx Race had come to Shalin a little over three years ago. Their numbers had been small at first, but once the first arrivals had settled down, they began calling over more and more of their kin from the Northern Wastes, who joined the military one after another.
By now, although the Sparx Race made up only a small portion of Shalin's total population, their rigid, taciturn nature and brave, ferocious combat methods had made them a hallmark of the Shalin military.
The moment Ma Qiu saw the Sparx Magic-armored Knights appear, he knew the situation was completely under control. Relieved, he settled in to watch the