When the first ray of dawn shone on this ice sheet, the heavy snow suddenly stopped.

Colin was dozing off when he felt someone pushing him next to him.

"What's wrong? Do you want to start fighting?" Colin suddenly woke up.

"right!"

Next to him, Earl Dawson looked determined and looked forward.

At the same time, the herald was running back and forth in the military formation, delivering the Marquis’ military orders:

"The entire army is mounted and ready to fight!"

Following this order, the black cavalry army gradually woke up.

The soldiers began to check their armor, horse gear, and weapons. Then, at the urging of the officers, they got on their horses and got into formation.

As the sky grew brighter, rows of cavalry in black armor were neatly arranged on the ice field.

The smell of killing began to spread in the military formation, and faint bloodshot eyes slowly appeared in each pair of eyes.

All the fatigue and coldness disappeared at this moment.

What's left is only the surging blood and the unconcealable violent emotions.

During this time, Colin could not help but be infected by this atmosphere, his breathing gradually became heavier, and his rationality gradually faded away at this moment.

The most primitive and bloody impulse rooted in the blood of all living things began to flourish.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what the real tiger and wolf teacher was, the invincible teacher!

The troll camp opposite was still as quiet as ever. They didn't even know that the scythe of death had quietly arrived and was almost touching their necks.

In the Black Cavalry, everyone's eyes turned to the location of the Black Lion flag.

Staring at the figure of the man under the flag.

As with countless times in the past, there was no exciting pre-battle speech. Marquis Garcia slowly drew out the sword from his waist, raised it high above his head, and pointed forward suddenly!

Instantly, a low horn sound sounded.

"Woo——"

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The army began to surge forward.

First jogging slowly, then gradually accelerating, and finally entering a galloping charge at a suitable distance.

As the most elite cavalry in the Northern Territory and the Glorious Empire, this battle rhythm has been thoroughly integrated into the blood of every Black Cavalry soldier, and it no longer even requires excessive command from the generals.

The rumble of horse hooves echoed across the ice field, finally becoming the only sound between heaven and earth!

At this time, the troll was finally alerted.

But most trolls haven't even fully woken up from their slumber.

Even if he wakes up, he still hasn't had time to have breakfast, let alone weapons and armor.

Countless trolls ran out of the camp in a panic, roaring indiscriminately, asking their similarly confused companions what happened.

The commander of this wolf cavalry, General Quick, also woke up from his dream and immediately realized that something was wrong.

As soon as he rushed out of the camp with a knife, he saw a guard rushing over with a panic look on his face: "General, it's not good! The enemy, the enemy is coming!"

Quick kicked the guard over, then jumped on the back of his wolf rider and looked in the direction of the sound.

Then, his eyes instantly widened to the extreme, almost as if they were about to burst.

Because he found that the cavalry, many cavalry, were coming towards them!

Quick's first reaction was that it was impossible.

He has led troops in battle for so many years, but he has never let so many cavalry rush into such a close distance before being noticed.

Such a strange thing almost subverted his cognition.

But the next moment, Quick threw all the incredulity aside.

Because he had already seen clearly the black lion flag fluttering in the wind.

Black Cavalry!

In an instant, all the blood in Quick's body froze.

He suddenly calmed down.

It was as if at this moment, the Wolf Cavalry leader had foreseen his inevitable fate.

The light in his eyes also completely disappeared, leaving only the depth of deathly silence.

Quick immediately grabbed a guard by the collar and shouted in a low voice:

"You immediately lead a group of wolf riders to the southwest! Run all the way and don't look back! No matter what, you must inform His Highness Gambic that the Black Cavalry Army is coming!"

"Then, General, you..."

The guard was still hesitating, but Quick pushed him far away: "Get out of here, get out of here!"

Afterwards, Quick drew out his scimitar and rushed towards the Black Cavalry without hesitation.

The desolate horn sound finally sounded from the troll camp.

In such a voice, as the most elite warriors in the troll clan, these wolf cavalry were caught off guard, but under the leadership of Quik, they quickly organized and prepared for the upcoming battle.

But, it's still too late.

The Wolf Cavalry had no time to speed up, and found that the forward of the Black Cavalry had already crossed the not-too-distant distance and rushed in front of them.

The human cavalry, full of murderous intent, raised their steel swords diagonally, like a surging silver wave under the early morning sunlight.

Then, this turbulent wave rushed into the troll camp instantly, bringing with it blood spraying all over the sky and broken limbs flying everywhere.

Quick roared at the top of his lungs, trying hard to maintain a loose formation and prevent it from being completely overwhelmed.

At the same time, he also gathered a group of wolf cavalry and turned around to run away from the black cavalry.

This is not an escape.

The moment he saw the black lion flag, Quick was ready to die in battle.

Quik did not feel humiliated, but rather honored to die at the hands of Marquis Garcia.

But he still had some regrets.

Because he felt that he was not ready yet.

Even if he loses, he still hopes to launch the most powerful offensive to let Marquis Garcia know how powerful he is.

He understood that in a cavalry fight, the most important thing is speed.

And speed requires distance.

Therefore, he planned to lead his army to run in the opposite direction, and after keeping a certain distance, he would wait for an opportunity to counterattack.

This is indeed the wisest move.

But unfortunately, the Black Cavalry would not give him this opportunity.

In this battle, the Troll Wolf Cavalry were destined to be extremely frustrated.

Their numbers were actually greater than that of the Black Cavalry, but they had lost the opportunity.

The flag that kept waving in Quick's hand and the conspicuous armor on his body were quickly targeted by the Black Cavalry.

His running speed was not slow, but in front of the Black Cavalry cavalry who had already entered a rapid charging state, it was still terrifyingly slow.

A group of black cavalry arrived in an instant and surrounded Quick.

The raging sword light roared in, and there was no such thing as a fair duel.

This is a life-and-death battlefield, and there is no room for chivalry to survive here.

As a fifth-level warrior, Quick is also a well-known master among the troll clan.

But no matter how powerful the master is, he can't withstand the siege of the army.

What's more, there are many high-level knights in the Black Cavalry Army.

After creating a terrifying record of killing hundreds of people, the wolf cavalry leader was eventually beheaded by a human knight.

As Quirk's flag broke, the Troll Wolf Cavalry collapsed completely.

The black cavalry marched through the wilderness, leaving behind corpses all over the ground and blood flowing everywhere.

It was a complete massacre.