This was exactly what he was shocked about, because even he did not own such boots. Even when he was on the battlefield, he only wore leather boots inlaid with iron. Now, 40 cavalries had come, and all of them were wearing iron armors.
And the warhorses under them were all fat and strong.
They were completely different from the malnourished thin horses in the Stone Pass.
Perhaps the warhorse that Baron Dylan raised himself could be compared to the warhorses that they rode on.
"This is really Kant."
He gulped. He thought of the last two times when the Oasis Lookout sent people to here, there were not these many heavy cavalries. Moreover, all of them were elites, who were comparable to the vassal cavalry that served under Baron Dylan in the Stone Pass.
As a vassal knight, he was also a little unwilling.
But he had to admit it.