"Have you heard? The Black Cavalry is nearby and will send someone to pick us up soon!"

"Black Cavalry? Real or fake?"

"Of course it's true! Last night I saw a Black Cavalry sentry riding into our camp, and Miss Vera personally received him."

"So, we're safe?"

"Nonsense! With the Black Cavalry nearby, the troll still has the guts to come?"

…

Similar conversations were going on in every corner of the camp.

The tension in the air was completely gone, replaced by the excitement of surviving a disaster.

It was as if the words "Black Cavalry" had some special magic power. As long as they were nearby, it represented absolute safety.

The reason is also very simple.

The Black Cavalry Army is the most powerful army in the northern border of the empire!

Yes, the most powerful, bar none.

The number of this army is actually not large, only 50,000.

However, it is an army composed of pure cavalry!

This army of 50,000 cavalry is the well-deserved patron saint of the north, and it is also the lingering nightmare in the hearts of the trolls.

"Dong dong dong..."

Near noon, the earth suddenly began to tremble.

A black torrent appeared on the horizon and rushed towards the river bend camp.

However, everyone in the camp did not panic at all, because they had already seen the black lion flag fluttering in the wind!

The emblem of the Saint Hilde family, Lord of the North, is a golden lion, so no other family in the North dares to use a lion as a emblem.

The visitor is naturally from the St. Hilde family, but ordinary members of the St. Hilde family would not dare to change the golden lion to black.

There is only one exception.

He is the younger brother of the contemporary Duke of the North and the supreme commander of the Black Cavalry—Marquis Garcia St. Hilde.

Unlike the fictitious title of the Duke's eldest son, Marquis Charles, the Marquis of Garcia is a real lord.

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He is also the only actual marquis in the north.

His territory occupies almost a quarter of the entire northern border. It is precisely because of this vast land that Marquis Garcia can support a force of pure cavalry such as the Black Cavalry. division.

As the army approached, Vera personally came out to greet it.

Behind her, excited, excited, and even fanatical soldiers gathered.

In the North, almost all ambitious young people regard joining the Black Cavalry as the highest honor.

However, the recruitment standards of the Black Cavalry are extremely strict.

It's so harsh that one wonders if the Black Cavalry doesn't want any more recruits.

"Ei Lulu..."

Amid the neighing of the horses, the black cavalry army began to slow down.

The leading knight in a black cloak lifted the visor on his helmet, revealing a majestic face.

"Uncle Garcia!"

Vera couldn't help shouting, tears flashing in her eyes.

The hardships, fights, and life and death encounters she encountered during her escape all made this eighteen-year-old aristocratic girl mentally and physically exhausted. Now that she finally met her backbone, she couldn't help but lose her composure.

Marquis Garcia got off his horse and walked up to Vera, showing a gentle smile:

"Welcome home!"

Vera no longer cared about maintaining aristocratic etiquette, walked a few steps quickly, and threw herself into the arms of Marquis Garcia.

"Hahaha!" Marquis Garcia laughed loudly and reached out to pat Vera on the back. "It seems that she was really frightened by those trolls. Don't be afraid, uncle will help you get revenge!"

"Uncle~~" Vera suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, none of the trolls who invaded the North will ever come back alive!" The Marquis looked at Vera's snow-white hair, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "I said so!"

When such almost arrogant words came out of Marquis Garcia's mouth, they seemed extremely natural.

No one here dared to doubt whether Marquis Garcia was able to fulfill his promise.

The Marquis who commands the Black Cavalry is a god-like presence on the battlefield!

"I've met the Marquis!" Knight Bliss also hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Knight Bliss." Marquis Garcia noticed the opponent's empty right arm, "It's a pity that you lost an arm..."

"My opponent is even more regretful, he lost a head!"

"Hahaha! Okay! This is the style that the Knights of the North should have!"

Marquis Garcia hit Bliss on the chest several times, making no secret of his appreciation.

Knight Bliss, who had always been calm and even indifferent, rarely showed respect or even fanaticism when facing the Northern War God.

Not to mention the soldiers behind. Most of them saw this legendary Marquis in the North for the first time. They were all red-faced with excitement, as if they would follow the giant to the death just for an order from Marquis Garcia. Kill the demon.

Even Sal, the filial son who always had his eyes set high above his head, was so excited that he could hardly contain himself when he saw the tall figure of Marquis Garcia.

"I want to be like him!"

Thralle secretly swore in his heart.

After Marquis Garcia calmed down the fanatical soldiers, Vera finally had time to step forward and request:

"Uncle, there are still many wounded people in the camp. Please arrange for doctors and priests to go and treat them immediately! In addition, there is also a knight who is seriously injured and dying..."

"Don't worry, after getting the news, I brought all the doctors and priests who were accompanying the army." Marquis Garcia pointed to an old priest with gray hair behind him and introduced to Vera, "Even Archbishop Raven I was dragged along."

"It is my honor to serve you!" Archbishop Raven bowed to Vera and said.

"Then I'll trouble you!" Vera breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't know Archbishop Raven, she knew that the position of Archbishop was not something that ordinary priests could hold.

In the entire northern border, the Glory Church only has three archbishops.

The profession of priest is not the main combat profession, and its combat effectiveness is not strong.

Their main job, in addition to serving the Lord of Glory and spreading the Lord's glory, is to conduct baptisms and treat injuries and illnesses.

It can be regarded as a standard auxiliary profession.

Therefore, this profession is not like combat professions such as warriors, knights, and mages, which can be divided into ranks based on strength, but generally speaking, the higher the position a priest holds in the church, the stronger his healing ability will be.

In Vera's view, Archbishop Raven should be the Lord of Radiance's answer to her previous prayers.

So, she did not dare to hesitate any longer and quickly led Archbishop Raven and others to Colin's tent.

Marquis Garcia also followed.

He was curious about the origin of the knight who could make his niece so nervous.

Arriving outside the tent, Vera and Raven walked straight in.

But Marquis Garcia stopped.

"What's your name?" He had already noticed the man who had been standing outside the tent.

When everyone gathered around to greet him, this man was the only one who stayed here, never leaving.

"Dear Lord Marquis, my name is Raymond Moben, and I am a knight of the Angelet family."

"The one inside is..."

"The one inside is the Baron's son - Knight Colin Angelet."

Marquis Garcia nodded, patted Raymond twice on the shoulder for comfort, and then walked into the tent.

"How is Knight Colin's injury?"

"It's not good..." Archbishop Raven frowned, "Actually, the fact that he can still survive to this day with such an injury is a miracle in itself!"

"Please do your best!" Vera begged from the side.

Raven glanced at Vera, then turned back and exchanged glances with Marquis Garcia, and then took out a delicate vial:

"Then I can only try holy water."