Monster

Watching this clash of strength and weight end in an instant, the prisoners lying on the dunes nearly forgot to breathe.

"My God..."

Kuaishang exhaled shakily, staring at the heavy cavalry surging forward to join the pursuit. "So this is heavy cavalry? Isn't that ridiculous? Those are Orcs! Huge Orcs eight or nine feet tall!"

"You just said their mounts weigh eight hundred pounds?"

Louisa ducked her head back down and said quietly to Old Hammer, "I guess for heavy cavalry, we have to add the weight of their armor, too."

"This is why we look for somewhere to take cover." Dean watched the heavy cavalry trample through the Merchant's camp, his expression grim. "The Northlanders' heavy cavalry is even more terrifying than this. I saw it when I was young. When they charge in formation, everything before that line is like paper."

Tales pressed his lips together and said nothing.

For the first time, he understood why Starfaller had coldly tied him and Thelma onto horseback, forcing them to "get used to the battlefield."

The prisoners sighed as one and turned toward the only battlefield left: the Cracked Stone Tribe, flanked by the suddenly arriving Star Dust Guard while fleeing.

Compared with the Kloma Family's rolling heavy-cavalry charge, which had not even stirred up a ripple, that place was already nothing more than a wreckage.

There was no doubt that the Cracked Stone Tribe's warriors were fearless. Every time the human cavalry broke through a defensive line, another group of warriors surged forward, either by command or on their own initiative, decisively staying behind to form a new line. With futile battles and certain death, they slowed the Star Dust Guard's relentless pursuit and bought time for the fleeing Orcs.

Opposite them, every rider of the Star Dust Guard