The next moment.
The armored cavalry charged into the guard team led by Callum.
One by one, the bodies of the guards were directly pierced by the long spears held by the armored cavalry.
Under the power brought by the horse charge, the guards were directly thrown from the horseback, crashing heavily to the ground, losing their vitality.
Although occasionally, there was the heavy thud of hooves, trampling on the back, bringing a sense of intense pain.
Even with the scorching hot blood spilling onto their necks, bringing a slight burning sensation.
Lying on the ground, Callum dared not make any movement.
Listening to the whinnies of the horses, the screams of the guards, Callum’s body involuntarily trembled slightly.
But shortly after.
The pounding sound of charging hooves, mixed with the screams, gradually dissipated and calmed down.
Callum was just about to slightly raise his head to take a look.
A terrifying force appeared behind him.
Without giving him any chance to resist, he was instantly lifted.
Only then.
Did Callum clearly see it was a burly man in armor, effortlessly lifting him up.
With a mocking and disdainful voice, the sturdy man spoke.
"Another one alive?"
"Just perfect to send a message back!"
As soon as the words fell, Callum felt the great force on his body suddenly vanish.
Already in a crawling position, seeing his face hurtling towards the ground, his heart slightly startled.
He hurriedly spread out his hands and legs as protection to block the falling body.
Just as Callum’s mind was pondering how to respond.
The sturdy man said in a calm voice: "Get up, stop playing dead!"
A laughter filled with a hint of mockery sounded from around.
Lying on the ground, Callum’s body slowly moved, standing up.
Callum’s eyes moved, scanning the surroundings.
His eyes instantly widened, his face full of terror and disbelief.
The guards who should have been mounted on horses.
At this moment.
Had turned into corpses, either prone, side-lying, or sitting with heads down in the cultivated field...
No movement, no words, and no sound.
Streams of blood continuously flowed from their bodies.
Soaking their linen clothes, flowing to the ground, gathering into pools of blood...
pared to just being able to smell the scent of blood.
At this moment, Callum felt as if he was enveloped by blood.
Callum knew, pared to the petty skirmishes of Benitez Manor and McKinley Manor.
Here was the true battlefield!
Just one charge of the armored cavalry had instantly annihilated the dozens of guards he brought!
There was no mercy, no hesitation.
It’s either you kill or you’re killed!
Forcing down the terror and oppression in his heart, Callum withdrew his gaze, looking at the sturdy man standing in front of him.
"This... this gentleman, thank you for sparing my life!"
Earl stared at Callum without a word.
Callum continued, "My name is Callum Russell, I’m the guard captain of Benitez Manor."
"The reason for leading the guard team out is to convey the orders of Devant Manor Lord of Benitez Manor."
Earl raised an eyebrow, "Orders?"
Hearing these words, Callum was slightly startled, hurriedly bowing his head to explain.
"Sorry, my lord, it was a mistake in my words."
"Accurately speaking, it’s an invitation!"
"Upon learning that Lord Master Lynn had dispatched a unit of armored cavalry to his manor territory, Devant Manor Lord specially sent me out to find you."
"Devant Manor Lord wishes to meet you, wanting to discuss matters of cooperation!"
Earl spoke again: "Matters of cooperation?"
Callum bowed his head, continuing to explain.
"Yes, my lord!"
"Devant Manor Lord wants to unite with you to launch an attack on McKinley Manor!"
"However, the specific details will need to be discussed between you and Master Devant..."
"And as long as you are willing to meet, Master Devant is willing to meet at the place you designate!"
Earl remained silent, pondering in his mind.
A few seconds later.
Earl spoke: "I understand!"
With that, Earl started walking towards a distance.
Mounting his horse, grasping the reins, Earl spoke to a few armored cavalry beside him.
"Keep an eye on him!"
The armored cavalry immediately nodded, "Yes, Lord Earl."
With a movement of his arms, Earl swung the reins, uttering a ’Hyah’ sound, riding the warhorse galloping towards the darkness ahead.
Dozens of cavalry immediately mounted their horses, following closely.
In the cultivated field.
Only Callum, drenched in blood and standing, remained.
The armored cavalry in steel armor mounted on horses.
And the guard corpses on the ground, losing warmth...
Looking at such a scene, a night breeze blew in, letting Callum feel a strange chill.
...
Tap~Tap~
The sound of horse hooves kept echoing in the cultivated field under the night’s shroud.
Mounted on warhorses, Earl led a unit of armored cavalry forward.
When he saw ahead, beneath a sky covered in clouds, a shadow with armored soldiers on horseback.
Earl further increased the speed of his warhorse’s gallop, hurrying to converge.
Upon reaching the front of the troop, Earl pulled on the reins, beginning to slow the horse’s run.
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