The cavalryman scrambled angrily to his feet and roared:
"Men, seize this fool who doesn't know the height of heaven or depth of earth!"
At once, several cavalrymen behind him stepped forward, leveling their standard-issue spears at the guard.
Seeing that things had taken a bad turn, how could the guard dare resist?
The cavalry commander strode up, yanked off the guard's helmet, and viciously slapped him across the face.
The guard, merely at the first level of the Divine Strength Realm, immediately had one cheek swell high from the blow, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"Kill him!" The cavalry commander flung the guard's helmet to the ground.
The guard's expression changed drastically at those words. He had defended the clan's fortress for endless years and had even contended with Divine Strength Realm third-level divine beasts—yet now he was going to die at the hands of his own people!
Having received the order, the cavalrymen raised their spears, about to thrust them down.
Just then, an urgent voice rang out from within the fortress gates:
"Stop!"
A burst of hurried Earth Howler hoofbeats sounded. Three breaths later, a tall crimson-gold figure shot out through the gates.
The newcomer wore crimson-gold chainmail, and even the Earth Howler beneath him was clad in crimson-gold chainmail.
It was none other than Durut, the leopard-headed general guarding this fortress!
A squad of fortress cavalry followed Durut out in a steady stream. Nearly thirty battle-hardened riders stood at the gate, and their surging momentum immediately suppressed the Imperial Guards on this side.
Durut had long received word from the messenger that the clan would send a special representative to the fortress. He had not expected the messenger to return only a few days ago, yet for the clan's representative to arrive so