Creak, creak.
The wheels crushed over the ice and snow, giving off a shattered, broken sound.
The horses' hooves rose and fell in unison, neat and uniform, dull and murderous.
Great clouds of white vapor sprayed from the horses' mouths and merged with the icy mist in the air, showing that they had just endured a long journey and were utterly exhausted.
These were frontier warhorses, monsters capable of carrying fully armed warriors into battle and charging through the enemy ranks. Yet at this moment, they had been worn down to this state. One could only imagine what terrifying things they had gone through before.
A hundred Black Riders surrounded a black carriage. Their bodies were wrapped in black iron armor, and their heads were covered by wolf-head masks forged from refined steel. They were none other than the Wolf Cavalry, once renowned throughout the world and famed across the Divine Continent.
They had been personally forged by Lu Xingkong, the head of the Lu Family. Though few in number, they had never failed to conquer an enemy or win a battle. When they charged into battle, none could stand against them.
When Lu Xingkong left the battlefield, he had brought only a hundred-man Wolf Cavalry guard back to Tiandu. These men were also the primary force protecting Lu Xingkong's safety and guarding the Lu Family residence.
Now that the Wolf Cavalry had appeared in this wilderness, it proved that a direct descendant of the Lu Family must be nearby.
Creak, creak.
The wheels rumbled.
Huff, huff.
The warhorses whinnied.
The wind did not stop, but the snow had ceased. A cold moon appeared in the sky.
It was precisely this cold moon, together with the silver-clad earth stretching across the vast wilderness, that illuminated their path. Otherwise, in this