Swallowing a whole bottle of Khan potion and applying divine oil to the temples, Friscia closed his eyes and waited for two seconds for the medicine to take effect.
After his body turned slightly red, he looked behind him, the other knights had similarly completed their preparations for battle.
"Warriors, charge with me!"
Pointing the longsword forward, Friscia shook the reins, the warhorse beneath him exhaled a gust of hot steam and started to run.
Before they arrived, the horses had already been fed forage soaked in rage potion and blood-stopping potion, trying to mitigate the fear in the hearts of these intelligent creatures.
The silver-white moonlight shattered under the hoofs, due to the constraints of the battle ground, fifty knights formed a diamond-shaped charging formation.
Starting from a trot at the end of the road, they gradually increased speed until the long wind blew against their armor, emitting a clanging metallic sound.
