Everyone on the battlefield was stunned by the cavalry charging in from the rear.
The cavalry seemed to be charging along the sunlight.
Their speed grew faster and faster, their momentum greater and greater.
Amid their charge, the cavalry let out resounding battle cries.
Under their commander's orders, the half-elf allied army hastily pulled the half-elf troops and human troops who had originally been resting in the camp to the rear to prepare a defense.
They formed a shield wall and loosed arrows, hoping to stop Charles's cavalry charge with flesh and blood.
But all of it was clearly futile.
Leading the charge were Blood Ring Knights and Armored Knights. Those feeble attacks had no effect whatsoever when they landed on them.
What was more, they were protected by the many witchcraft spells cast by Charles's mage corps.
As far as the frontline infantry of the elf allied army could see, there were cavalrymen in gleaming helmets and silver armor.
They surged forward like a tide, bringing with them an earthshaking roar.
"Kill!"
The third-rank Blood Ring Knights roared at the top of their lungs.
The Armored Knights behind them followed with roaring battle cries.
"Rumble!!"
Heavily armored cavalrymen crashed into the enemy ranks one after another, like elephants charging into brushwood.
Every force that resisted along the way was crushed flat beneath the charge.
Whether they were the human infantry in the front ranks or the half-elf archers in the rear—
All of them died beneath the cavalry's iron hooves.
They swept through everything like dead leaves before a gale!
Under such a savage charge, the human infantry and half-elf archers suffered devastating casualties.
Formation after formation, position after position, was breached.
Half-elf nobles were pierced straight through by lances or trampled to death by warhorses.
Some half-elf mages