"Bwooo..." The Charge Horn sounded into the sky.
The silent Alterac City began to stir with noise.
A knight riding a Gryphon raised his horn. He drew a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks, and blew hard into the three-foot horn in his hand.
His lance gleamed with a dazzling, cold light.
The Gryphon Rider Guard Commander gently nudged his Gryphon's soft belly with his feet. The Gryphon cried out eagerly and beat its wings faster, diving from above straight toward Alterac City. Hundreds of Gryphon Riders followed, gradually forming a sharp wedge with the Guard Commander at its tip.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." The Gryphons dove faster and faster, swift as the wind.
Faster, faster, faster... the Gryphon Guard Commander urged silently.
The veins bulged on one hand as he gripped his twelve-foot lance tightly.
The Gryphon Guard was a powerful military force. They ate the best food, wore the best equipment, and received the best training. In short, everything they had was the best.
Yet this elite force had rarely taken to the battlefield or faced a major battle.
Ever since they had made their name in the Second War, their subsequent deployments could be counted on one hand.
Their most recent battle had been several years ago.
Apart from that battle, however, there were no other engagements to speak of.
Naturally, this had left them in an awkward position despite having the best of everything. Without going to war and earning merit, how could they have a voice in the Kingdom of Gilneas?
As the Gryphon Guard Commander, he understood this better than anyone. They had always been somewhat excluded from the military's upper ranks.
He naturally knew the reason for this.
They received the best treatment, yet their contributions were pitifully small by comparison.
Now that they