Thunderous roars, like the beating of a drum by the god of thunder.
The flying sand and dust resembled a storm.
Nearly a hundred Winged Cavalry charged with shouts in unison, possessing a force like a great tide that shocked the nomadic Bedouin tribesmen who had never seen such a spectacle.
They leveled their lances, more than three meters long, forming a wedge formation reminiscent of migrating geese.
Jeanne, as the vanguard of the cavalry troop, led the charge.
The Winged Cavalry formed the two wings of the wedge, encapsulating the lightly-armored Vassal Army within—they were the weakest link in the Eira Port Cavalry but equally crucial.
Without the support of replaceable warhorses, lances, food, and water provided by the Vassal Army, the combat effectiveness of the Winged Cavalry would significantly diminish.
Roar——
The roar of a majestic lion echoed.
A brown lion with a thick mane vibrated its wings, diving down with a Black Armored Knight on its back.
