Rakudai Kishi No Cavalry Novels & Stories

Tsarayu departed from the tribe with his companions after bidding farewell to Tensha and Xu. Tsarayu was sitting behind Xia, holding his arms around he is slim belly tightly, while the leader of the guards had Terra sitting behind him. They traveled only for a little while until Tsarayu realized that although these horses looked different than a normal horse, disregarding the looks, they were pretty similar. Tsarayu could feel that he could probably ride one if he attempted.

She couldn't shake me off. "Nooooooo! This must end!" In a second she disappeared only a thin layer of smoke was left her she stood a moment ago. I sat in me chair and started crying. A STRANGER The stranger sat in the nearby inn, closely watching me. The rest of the men were drinking or doing their business. "Why the Caladan cavalry is called light?" "I don't know," said the other man while he was drinking his mug. "It's easy, because they are light footed in battle."

“You really don't even give me a chance to pretend. “I'll fight you to the death! “No, my men will fight you to the death!” As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Shijun waved his hand. All of a sudden, a group of cavalries rushed out of the black air. The cavalry was covered in black armor, and black shadows swirled around their bodies. They seemed to be ghosts, but not ghosts. The horse under them had a dragon head. Its whole body was pitch-black, and the black air was spreading.

That was the first set back in her army. Then the trees at the far edge exploded. BOOM!!. Not with fire nor magic but with horses. A large horsemen unit burst through the treeline in a loud wall of steel, their riders carrying torches that set the mist ablaze with orange light. They were armed, their armour bearing a crest I didn’t immediately recognise, a silver river running beneath a crescent moon. Rivermoon Pack. I didn’t even know the Rivermoon Pack had a cavalry this size. They surrounded the outer edge of Zoya’s formation like a tide, cutting off every exit.

His face creeps a smile, then lets out an unexpected introduction. "M'lady, remember my name before dozing off. I am Ridge Raphbarg, the Archduke of the Raphbarg Kingdom." ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟﾟ*☆*ﾟ

He got up with a sudden charge, and headed out the door. Sighted from afar, Williams matched like a horse mounting forward with daunting speed, charging toward an enemy. Arriving at the entrance of the King's chamber, he came to a halt. The three men who were positioned outside the door by each edge, bowed gently to him, then let him in.

K A I D A The air outside the packhouse is thick with the scent of wolf—dozens of them. The parking lot is lined with vehicles, some armored, some rusted and barely holding together, but they all mean the same thing. Reinforcements. Allies. The cavalry. They came.

It was a symphony of preparation, an orchestra tuned to bring down an enemy. I found a quiet spot atop a raised platform in the center of the field, a dais carved from black stone. Here, I could watch everything, my army’s heart beating as one. I gestured for a young lieutenant to join me. He offered a salute and climbed the steps, sword at his side. “Report,” I said, voice carrying over the courtyard. He bowed deeply. “My lord, the southern cavalry unit is ready. Eighty riders, all armored in leather and steel. They await your commands just beyond the paddock.”

"Dawn is breaking. Cassius has not moved his camp. The Alpha is assembling the heavy cavalry." ​I forced the vulnerability down, locking it securely behind the cold, impenetrable walls of my mind. I stood up, adjusting the dark tactical tunic I wore in place of my destroyed white armor. ​"I'm coming," I replied. ​When I emerged into the freezing, sleet-covered courtyard of the Northern Keep, the army was already formed. Two hundred Blackwood heavy cavalrymen sat atop massive, armored destriers, their lances resting against their stirrups. They were a terrifying, iron-clad wall of Northern muscle.

The ride was a plunge into madness. The Varek cavalry, five hundred of the kingdom's finest, poured out of the Grey Keep not as a unified phalanx, but as a pack of wolves joining a wild, chaotic hunt. Kaelen was at their head, his body a low, fluid line of predatory grace, his mind a cold, calculating machine that was processing the storm of information pouring through the bond.