Xia Zuo swallowed hard. He noticed that every newcomer wore black armor and a black mask, with amber-brown glass set over the eyeholes—there was not a single part of their bodies exposed to the air. They were wrapped up like sealed iron cans.
After surrounding his group, these people did not say a word. One look was enough to tell they meant no good. Xia Zuo also realized that none of the scouting teams he had sent out had returned to report. He could not help suspecting that every one of them had been killed by these people.
That was absolutely not good news.
By then, his soldiers had thought of the same thing. Dragging their injured bodies, they gripped their weapons and watched the black-armored cavalry warily.
Forcing himself to remain calm, Xia Zuo loudly asked the black-armored cavalry, "Who... who are you? Are you Shalin's army? I came from Reef Rock Fortress and am heading for your Atlantis City. We suffered heavy losses from a strange attack on the way here, and we may need your help for the rest of the journey. What do you say?"
The Black Armor Soldiers had nothing to say. Not a sound came from them.
What answered Xia Zuo was weaponry.
With a shing, the black-armored cavalry drew their gleaming longswords in unison and began closing in on Xia Zuo's group, clearly too lazy to waste words.
Of Xia Zuo's remaining Magic-armored Knights, around sixty still possessed some fighting strength. Seeing this, they decisively gathered together. The other soldiers spontaneously formed a guard around them, protecting Xia Zuo at the center.
The Magic-armored Knight captain tightened his grip on the heavy Executioner Sword in his hand and gritted his teeth as he gave the order. "Looks like these people want all our