At the junction of Morning Star Territory and Golden Lion Territory, Horseshoe City was built on a slope backed by cliffs. To the north of the city lay a massive river valley hundreds of meters deep, and from distant Camelback Mountain, the entire city looked like a giant hoofprint stamped into the ground. That was how Horseshoe City got its name. With the natural advantages of its terrain and its towering walls, Horseshoe City, which needed only to defend its gates, had always been easy to defend and difficult to assault.
Although the development of the era and the emergence of firearms had affected warfare in the former age of cold weapons to a certain extent.
With the many magical techniques passed down through the Morning Star Clan, along with the Allied Forces' Fried Armor, this enormous city filled with Centaurs had not been left behind by the times. Its defenses remained as impregnable as walls of bronze and iron.
Furthermore, most of the Centaur soldiers responsible for guarding the city were masters of archery, each capable of hitting targets from a hundred paces away.
Beneath that precise and deadly rain of arrows.
It was difficult to imagine what kind of formidable force could possibly break through those unassailable walls.
Yet at three o'clock on an otherwise ordinary afternoon, a squad of Centaur soldiers had just finished their routine patrol. Following the rotation schedule, they had completed their handover with the soldiers on duty atop the walls and were preparing to begin their own watch.
The next second, shadows suddenly appeared behind all fifty Centaur soldiers. Before they could react, a flash of cold light swept through the air. Then, with the synchronized movements of fifty Imperial Army soldiers.
Their eyes widened in disbelief as they clutched their throats, blood