Rakudai Kishi No Cavalry Novels & Stories

Alvarez said with a terrifying voice. Once again, another clash with another enemy commander. Chief Perry, the Green Bits, and the herd of caribou confronted the Blood Eagle warriors and their vehicles in a cavalry battle while Commander Raja, Zeki, and Li were battling the death brave. Katie, Brock, Alex, and I were standing around with no idea which one we could help first. Zeki and Li kept their distance while Commander Raja dueled with Alvarez. The death brave was using the forest’s darkness to make stealthy attacks.

Ryuka managed to break through enemy lines and got to face the target he was after, but there were some things there that he did not expect to see. “I didn’t expect to meet two of you here.” Ryuka commented on the two figures present in front of him. “You broke through our soldiers with ease. If anything we should be surprised instead.” One of the robed skeletons spoke. “He is one of the Coloured Hunters, it is not that surprising.” The other one said.

Noise travels far at night and on four occasions we’d found humans on the edge of the forest looking for deer. “Leon thought the dagger might be Tyrfing,” I said to him. “Leon’s a smart kid, he’s right, it is like Tyrfing and it's enchanted with black magic,” Kai said to me. “Okay, let’s get rid of it then,” I said to him.

SAFIA. Aljannan Daji had gathered an army, and some of them had already arrived in Rayuwa. The three Ruhus and I had to look for the most suitable battleground that would be farthest from the people but wide enough for battle. Ruhun Sama advised we fight in the air, but I was against it because there were going to be falls and the jinnis occupied human bodies. The falls could kill the body and injure or kill the people below. The ground was our best option.

Davina Adams I stared intently at Raiden, he rolled his eyes when he saw that I wasn’t going to climb onto the horse. “It’s just a horse, it won’t hurt you.” He said, I nodded no in fright, he shook his head and extended his hand out to me, I held it firmly. “Don’t be scared, okay? I’ll never let anything hurt you.” He said, I nodded. He made me climb onto the horse slowly, my body shook violently as I sat on it, he sat at the back as well and held me firmly. “Enough with the romantic shit lovebirds, we gotta go.” We chuckled when we heard Isadora say, Gaven smiled when he stared at us, he began to ride his horse slowly.

“My eldest brother and the warriors of our clan, are they in the carriages?” Raval nodded and it was also at this time that the dismounted soldiers from the rebel army supported a couple of tall men out of the second and third carriage in the procession. Arkon and the other first-class warriors of the Blood Wolves clan are still weak, but they are conscious and could walk slowly with the help of the soldiers of the rebel army.

“Keep the line crooked. Kings hate untidy pictures.” General Kael rode with the easy grace of a man who had never been told no by a mirror. His horse was a gray gelding with a scar down the flank and manners better than his rider’s. Kael wore armor that had never seen a pageant, dull steel, practical buckles, no flourish, but over it he had thrown a cloak of wolf-fur dyed a tasteful night. On his head no crown, only a band of black leather set with a small iron sigil: a crescent cracked in two.

“The Kingdom of Solaryn.” Kael turned sharply. “That kingdom was destroyed during the First War.” Rowan nodded slowly. “So we believed.” The army stopped at the edge of the valley. Thousands of soldiers stood silently beneath the moonlight. Then one rider stepped forward. He rode a massive black horse that looked as if it had been carved from shadow and steel. But the rider himself wore bright golden armor that reflected the light of the moons. A long crimson cape flowed behind him. He removed his helmet. Luna blinked.

Roland immediately climbed the high stone watchtower, his expression hardening into cold steel. "Someone is approaching the perimeter," Roland reported sharply. Killian joined him on the high wall in an instant. A single rider was crossing the frozen, snowy plains. There was no invading army behind him. No royal escort. Just one lone man mounted on a massive, terrifying black horse. The mysterious rider stopped exactly fifty yards away from the heavy iron gates, the beast's breath pluming in the air. Then, the rider slowly dismounted. He reached up and pulled back his heavy dark hood, letting long black hair fall over a set of dark armor meticulously etched with glowing crimson runes. His ey

Wilma was also startled, but she quickly regained her composure with anger flashing in her eyes. “Who is so bold as to cause trouble before the gates of the general of the northern frontier? Do you have a death wish?” From the far end of the long street came the thunder of hooves in perfect unison. Each beat shook every heart that heard it. The hoofbeats brought with them a deadly chill. The air grew sharply colder. The crowd parted into a wide passage. A troop of cavalrymen clad in black heavy armor emerged. They looked like demons walking out from the depths of hell. Every horse was a tall steed. Every rider wore a black iron mask. Only their eyes were exposed.