Free Web NovelChapter 1175: Chapter 295: General Star
That was a group of cavalry, dressed in black half-body cavalry armor revealing deep blue shirts underneath. The lower part of the central lapel was chalked white, showcasing copper double buttons. They wore high-top helmets, somewhat resembling the Spanish helmets Brand had seen in his previous life. This was the standard Erune cavalry attire, part of the regular army, not the Guard Team or Patrol Cavalry he had seen in Buqi, nor the Noble Private Soldiers. Although these light cavalry did not carry long weapons, each had a longsword hanging at their waist. Crossbows and quivers hung on their saddles, ready for battle. This group of over twenty men arrogantly occupied the entire street, causing surrounding people to hold back their anger, even carriages on the road had to stop to let them pass first.
Brand immediately understood the situation; his carriage lacked a noble insignia, and the driver must have stopped a bit slowly, prompting these arrogant fools to teach them a lesson. Brand, for a moment, felt angered and somewhat amused; even in the Noble Council, individuals like Anlek and Sipah dared not underestimate him, yet these soldiers had managed to catch him off-guard.
"It’s the cavalry of the Black Blade Legion," at this moment, the Staff Lady beside him finally recovered, grabbing him and exclaiming.
Brand certainly recognized these dogs’ identity; the Black Blade Legion was originally loyal to the Royal Family’s Forbidden Army. Count Vitokin had been favored by Griff’s mother, but these ungrateful things sided with the Crown Prince towards the Xifah Family from the start. Even though that would be acceptable, the most hateful thing was how the Black Blade Legion, always favored by Oberg the Seventh, were well-treated by the Kerkova Royal Family. Yet, after Vitokin’s betrayal, these soldiers behaved as if they had no qualms following their master’s lead, making Oberg the Seventh seem blind to have nurtured such thankless wolves.
In fact, Brand also noticed the purple feather on their helmets, indicating they were Rangers, an elite within the Black Blade Legion cavalry. The fact that they rode Earth Dragons proved this; the Black Blade Legion wasn’t extravagant enough to equip every cavalry with Earth Dragons, these Rangers must be Count Vitokin’s trusted aides. Brand squinted slightly, looking around, wondering if that ungrateful bastard was nearby.
"You are outrageous!" Magdal helped the carriage driver with a bleeding head up, turning back to angrily glare at those arrogant soldiers.
"Outrageous?" The group paid no mind to Magdal and Brand, rather they laughed heartily. Some among them even eyed Magdal and Antitina with shining eyes, evidently with wicked intent. But aware they couldn’t snatch people from the Holy Temple ground, surely they would resort to underhanded methods behind the scenes. "Miss, we just wanted to teach him some manners," one of the more refined-looking leaders replied.
"You’re quite something..." Magdal turned red with anger, ready to reveal her identity. But at this moment, Brand had already turned his gaze back—it seemed Count Vitokin was not present—and he didn’t want to waste words on these riff-raffs. He merely tapped the ground lightly with the Earth Sword, and suddenly ripples spread out from under his feet, expanding outward; the dirt seemed infused with life, forming waves, spreading out about 30 to 50 feet, enveloping the area where the cavalry stood.
The Rangers of the Black Blade Legion hadn’t had time to react; their mounted Earth Dragons had already lost balance, crying out and collapsing. Naturally, the cavalry could only angrily curse as they fell; many were crushed by their massive mounts, while others were shocked and furious, shocked by the sudden earthquake—furious that most of their mounts had broken legs in the upheaval.
Earth Dragons held unparalleled value within the Erui Army, with the Black Blade Legion possessing only three hundred or so. For the Rangers—whom the Eruein people also called Ranger Knights—they were undoubtedly their closest companions and prized private possessions. But they hadn’t even been to battle before falling victim to a dispute, at the hands of someone who wasn’t even a noble, with mysterious origins. Now the cavalry were red-eyed, ready to surround Brand and teach him a lesson.
Brand coldly watched them draw their swords; he wasn’t eager to kill, but resolved that should they advance, he wouldn’t hesitate to leave them with an unforgettable lesson. Just at that moment, a voice roared from the crowd: "Stop all of you!"
