Baheshtur’s Gift
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The horseshoes that were meticulously forged by the blacksmiths struck the flat ground. The slightly soft layer of soil sank slightly, leaving behind heavy hoof marks. They were trampled by more horseshoes and gradually merged into one.
One thousand Mamlukes lined up in a rectangular formation and pushed forward side by side in an orderly manner.
A terrifying aura had already spread out from the dense formation.
The valiance of the Sarrandian people was undoubtedly displayed on this group of top level 5 cavalries. It just like what they had done on the Continent of Caradia, holding high their fine long lance, with their two-handed iron staffs at their waists, they were ready to launch a sandstorm-like charge.
They would break through all obstacles, break through all opponents, break through all enemies in front of them!
This was Mamluke's pride!
In the distance.
Under the dark night, at the end of the horizon.