"Nalant, look! Reinforcements are here! It's our Onyx Principality's forces!"
Standing high gave them a far-reaching view, and Nalant's group immediately spotted rolling clouds of dust to the south. Within that dust, at least a thousand cavalrymen were galloping toward them.
At the sight of the Onyx Principality reinforcements, Boris was no less excited than the young heirs below.
After all, as a born-and-bred local, Boris's sense of belonging to the Onyx Principality was countless times stronger than Nalant's.
Not just Boris—everyone present wore excited expressions as well.
"Yes, they're here!" Nalant nodded with a smile. He was not all that surprised, because even if the reinforcements had arrived half an hour later, he could still have made the warhorses below run for another half hour.
After perfunctorily echoing them, Nalant immediately called Raymond over.
"Raymond, secure a rope. We're getting ready to go down the mountain!"
"Go down the mountain?" Everyone around him was stunned.
"With such a good opportunity, aren't you planning to go down and seize a few more warhorses as spoils?" Nalant asked with a smile.
Because of the Purple Clover essence, he could not reveal his own contribution and had painfully handed this great merit over to the God of Glory.
But he had no intention of letting the very real benefits below slip through his fingers. No matter what, he had to make a haul and fill his bowl to overflowing.
"That's right! The reinforcements are already here, and those horses are exhausted. They can't get away at all!" Boris and Rell's eyes lit up at once.
The group immediately began preparing, waiting for Raymond and the others to fasten the ropes and lower them down.
"Eh, look! Those warhorses seem to have stopped—they aren't running anymore!"
It had only taken Raymond and the