The sixtieth chapter: The Caravan Arrives
Only two Light Cavalrymen guarded the camp gate. When they saw a rider charging toward them from a distance, they paid little attention at first. The camp had already been occupied, and everyone inside was one of their own. They were merely curious about who was leaving and what orders they had received. Only when the rider drew near did they realize something was wrong. This was no comrade of theirs. They hurriedly picked up two spears from the ground to stop him, but the Silver Rank enemy on the galloping horse severed their spearheads. If the Silver expert had not been in such a hurry to escape, the two guards would likely have suffered even more.
The Silver expert, riding a Light Cavalryman's mount, swept past the two fallen Light Cavalrymen, rushed out through the camp gate, and disappeared into the distance. The two disheveled Light Cavalrymen got up cursing. One rushed to his mount to retrieve a crossbow, while the other grabbed a javelin from nearby, but the distance was already too great for him to throw it...
Lorist galloped over, snatched the javelin from the Light Cavalyman's hand, and continued after the fleeing rider. He was roughly thirty or forty meters behind the Silver expert. At that distance, he had no confidence he could hit him with certainty. Seeing the rider ahead accelerate and pull farther away, Lorist gritted his teeth, raised the javelin, and prepared to try his luck.
The mount beneath him suddenly stumbled. It staggered forward for another dozen steps before pitching straight onto the ground, startling Lorist. He hurriedly threw himself clear of the saddle, kicked free of the stirrups, and flipped twice in midair before landing safely, avoiding being crushed beneath the mount. Looking at the