A group of people on the city wall were also watching the distant activity. They stood on the wall observing the scene—James and his officers.
"I'd say those cavalry horses are truly excellent. Uniform black coats, long manes, all carefully groomed, and fine-looking mounts at that. You can tell at a glance they were selected as warhorses.
"And those cavalrymen are deployed in a protective formation. There must be some important figure among them!"
Jackson said to the others around him. He had always loved horses and knew them extremely well. Just by looking at the horses ridden by the cavalry guarding the perimeter, he could tell that whoever these elite riders were protecting had an extraordinary status.
James nodded as well. Lowering the telescope in his hand, he said, "Look at the banners they're holding, the totems on them, and those wolf-fang ornaments hanging from the soldiers' helmets.
"Could those be the Dire Wolf Guard of the Iron Bone Tribe? The legendary elite Barbarian Cavalry selected only from those capable of shooting down prairie wolves at full gallop.
"Could that important figure who has come to the battlefield be the legendary Great Chieftain of the Iron Bone Tribe?"
"It's him!" A voice spoke through gritted teeth, each word distinct. Anyone could hear the hatred in his voice, as well as the sound of his teeth grinding.
"That's right. It's Heshima, chieftain of the Iron Bone Tribe!"
Everyone turned to look at the speaker. It was Horne, the Young Clan Leader of the Blood Scorpion Tribe.
His expression was slightly twisted at that moment, clearly the look of someone who had spotted his mortal enemy. Horne lowered his telescope and said to several Border Fortress officers nearby, "Lord James, I can say with absolute certainty that man is Heshima. I've