Boom!
Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky.
Flames erupted.
To the shock of countless gazes, the blood-stained dragon flag unexpectedly ignited in the storm, the flames not scorching the banner itself but rather encircling it, illuminating the darkness like a torch.
Duncan slightly tilted his head, glancing towards the direction of the hill, where the silhouette of Witch Gleya appeared in the distant darkness.
The fiercely burning blood-stained dragon flag danced wildly in the wind!
"Sarmatian Dragon Cavalry!"
"Follow me!"
Duncan's deep voice stirred hearts and morale, and amidst the fervent roars of the Sarmatian cavalry, Duncan's figure charged forward, like a storm, cutting through the enemy lines, completely turning the tide of battle and scattering the fierce nomads before him.
The entire battle concluded as swiftly as a myth reborn.
