Novel & Cerita Rakudai Kishi No Cavalry

War drums beat a steady rhythm, and the air was alive with the scent of steel, sweat, and bloodlust. I stood at the edge, cloak heavy around my shoulders, watching Kale mount his black warhorse. His presence commanded authority. Even the wolves stilled as his voice rolled like a storm. “Tonight, we march,” he thundered, raising his blade skyward. “Not as cowards who bow to false prophets, but as wolves who protect what is ours. Ravenfall thinks we are divided...let them learn we are fire!”

They didn't look like the broken, unshifting ghosts who had spent decades hauling logs in chains; their eyes held the bright, terrifying amber glare of a resurrected pack hungry for a reckoning. "Scouts ahead!" Kael bellowed from the roof of the secondary cargo platform, his gray-muzzled form leaning over the iron framework as he pointed a clawed finger toward the southern crest of the ridge. Through a sudden rip in the rolling mountain fog, a line of twenty imperial steam-cavalry appeared on the highway shoulder. Their mounts were not biological horses; they were low-slung, three-wheeled mechanical quadricycles armored in thick plates of polished brass. Small, sputtering steam-donkeys were

Dragon Knights. Dust stirred as the red robes rose. The golden dragon rampaged and stomped on 10,000 knights. This was the most mysterious, battle-hardened, and epoch-making heavy-armored combat cavalry of the Clarke family on Arcadia Island! This mysterious cavalry once guarded the rise and fall of the Clarke family. In historical records, their figures appeared even during the moment of survival of the country! They lived for the country and the people. They would die also for the country and the people!

Darina replied. “Could Mahagino be wrong then?” “He’s not. Mahagino did not say after all that a cavalry captain has to wear the armories on the way to Gilan. A cavalry captain has to lead but without showing that he is so. Moreover, we will wear our armories once we reach the southern capital.” “Well said, Darina,” King Rashal commented. “I am willing to help Clapestris and your sovereign,” Darina said while placing her right fist on her chest.

“Never overstep this line, or the water formation will be broken.” The cavalry were the most agile troops they had. Although their numbers were small, it was sufficient enough. Each lane captain had command of five jousters, and Zen opted for more defensive gear for horses and riders. The weapons they wielded consisted of ranged weapons. Needless to say, a tough training regime to improve cavalry aim before the last battle was introduced for only the most talented of the lot.

If he had only known earlier, he would never have done so, instead, he would have ordered his son to escape along with his older sisters as the fate of their kingdom rest in the boy’s survival. A soldier kneeled before them. “Your majesty, the army has stopped,” he informs before standing up. “What is that?” prince Rakal frowned at several huge wooden contraptions that were being pulled by horses clad in black armor behind the army lines. It seemed to resemble a carriage covered in metal plating with a metallic dragon figurehead that had its mouth open. “Look on the horizon!” Another soldier shouted pointing at the hilltop.

➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Vala's Apartment: Ruthless showed her and Vala gasped out in shock, right in front of her as if she was there. They were standing on the air, she could see horses, and each horse had its rider. Vala couldn't see their faces because they were putting on a dark cloak which hides their faces, the only thing Vala could see was their eyes color, bright red. "What are they?"

But the letter this time was not something I could read enthusiastically about. It said that an elite cavalry troop was headed to Glafelden Town, and Kak Indra was one of them. Their mission was to bring a 'certain person' from this town. Kak Indra said most likely the target of this mission was me. Because his commander once accidentally said something about a mid-race being. Of course, I was very surprised. How the earth they could smell about my me?

When he noticed it was Luca who had yelled, his eyes widened, and he pulled the lever and the chains that opened the gate. Luca turned to face the cavalry that lined up the road, disappearing into the forest. "There are Hova at the gates. We ride to meet them!" Luca cried, raising the Arandanan flag high. He didn't have time to see his soldiers' reactions, because he swiftly turned his horse and rode as far as its four legs could carry him.

He turned to Maddox, “I'm giving you a chance Lord Maddox, get your troops out of here now!” How can he just leave? He was close to the goal and he must archive it! He strode back to his army and shouted, “Attack!” Then the fight broke out. Rakel shifted into his wolf form and charged at them. Clawing and tearing at the vampires with his canines. While Knox swiftly swung his sword, cutting off their heads as they came. They both look like the angel of death on the field. They weren't overpowered nor overwhelmed by the size of the enemy.