Cheap Cavalry

Facing these nomadic warriors, who were either foolish or brave, Solam revealed a smile that was either appreciative or contemptuous.

"Kill them."

Solam said softly.

The instant Solam finished speaking, a short figure charged out with a strange howl.

"Hahaha! Grandpa Korgan is here to shower you with love!!!"

Then the group that had been sitting atop the Fang Dragons also leaped down one after another with strange cries. Not only did they show no fear in the face of the Puma Tribe's charge, they even seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Just as the two sides were about to collide, a shadow suddenly appeared behind Solam. It was Mel, Marco's personal assassin! He apparently intended to capture the leader first. As long as he subdued Solam, they could put an end to this battle!

Unfortunately, he was still a step too slow. The moment he appeared and raised his dagger, several flashes of cold light suddenly surrounded him. Then six daggers pierced his lower back, throat, heart, back of the head, and the arm holding the dagger.

In the blink of an eye, this promising assassin had been stabbed into a human beehive!

"No!!!" Marco cried out in despair.

It was unclear whether he was crying for his personal guard or for the Puma Tribe warriors.

Against the charge of Korgan Bloodaxe, the Viking Berserkers, Dios, the orc Harris, the minotaur Mevren, and two Dragonborn, the best possible outcome for those Puma Tribe warriors was to die on the spot!

In Solam's former world, light cavalry in the age of cold weapons had been the absolute nightmare of infantry. Whether in direct combat or mobility, light cavalry could utterly dominate infantry. But Faerun was different. Cavalry was still somewhat useful when fighting intelligent races roughly the size of humans, but