When Jell saw the army advancing toward him in the distance like a long worm, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He had won his gamble.
A cavalry force of this size was not something ordinary Northern Frontier nobles could casually scrape together. Jell had gone out on several campaigns with the Iron Birch Territory army and had seen quite a few other Northern Frontier nobles.
Among them were many renowned old families and rising powers of the Northlands. But claiming that those families' private armies could compare to the Iron Birch Family's private army would be nonsense. Even if their elite troops were highly trained, their numbers could not compare. Iron Birch Territory alone had more than six thousand cavalry directly under its command, and with the Barbarian Cavalry of its vassal tribes included, it could field a cavalry corps of over twenty thousand.
Yet a noble capable of fielding cavalry on this scale was not someone the small Horseshoe Tribe could contend with. Even among the many Northlands nobles, such a noble would firmly rank among the upper-middle tier.
With such strength, if he could gain Baron Victor's support, overthrowing Anlie would be effortless. Once the An family, Luda family, and Wen family forces were cleared out, the Horseshoe Tribe would belong entirely to the Jell family. If that First Warrior, Shang Ye, knew what was good for him, he could stay. If not, he would be sent to the arena in Northwind City.
The thought of controlling the tribe in the future made Jell unable to contain himself. He wished he could rush before the Two Rivers Territory army at once, kneel, and beg to lead the baron.
Meanwhile, Luda, trapped nearby, instantly went pale. Though he was not good at thinking, faced with this scene,