The war horse angrily scraped its hooves on the ground, the cold of the icy surface made him feel especially uncomfortable.
Nidesar gently stroked his mane, this mixed-breed horse from the desert, his father was Nidesar's first war horse.
Unfortunately, in a battle with the Falan Mercenaries, that bravest war horse it had ever seen died under the giant sword of a Land Servant.
And now this war horse will accompany him in initiating one of the most glorious charges of his life.
Even Nidesar had to admit, the rebels before him had some skill.
Based on the current situation, he could accurately judge that if the fight continued, it was a draw if lucky, and defeat if not.
The eastern side was high ground, difficult to attack, plus there were the Kush Knights dragging things down.
Though it seemed a weak point, it was weak to the point of losing its unexpected effect due to being overly highlighted.
Nidesar's battlefield creed was never to do what your enemy wants you to do.
