The howling cold wind and the flurry of oncoming snow made it almost impossible to keep one's eyes open.
However, Colin kept his eyes stubbornly fixed on the arrogant figure in the center of the battle formation, watching for any changes in his state.
One wave after another, one wave after another.
The warriors of the Blood Knight Army fell one after the other, heroically, fearlessly charging at this troll holy warrior who stood at the pinnacle of martial power in this world.
From the beginning until now, nearly five thousand cavalrymen had fallen at the hand of the Prince Otto.
Such is the terror of the Holy Field's elite!
Each death of a cavalryman made Colin's heart bleed.
Fortunately, their sacrifices were not in vain. Now, this holy warrior had finally reached the end of his tether.
In the most recent charge, Prince Otto failed to break the military formation and was instead repelled by a cavalry squad's fierce onslaught!