The sound of hooves was like thunder.
The red sweat-blood horse and the black unicorn nightmare horse, overshadowed, one red and one black streak like lightning, passed through the volley of arrows like gale and torrential rain.
Golden and dark green flames burned upon them, their hooves left tracks on the ground akin to beacons, yet behind them, only fewer than two hundred followers remained.
"These are truly divine steeds!"
"I heard that the foreign envoy came by ship from the Great Shi Country. It was said that King Hulegu Khan's campaign against the Great Shi Country was precisely for the fine steeds there."
The group of Mamluks couldn't help but marvel; prairie men cherished divine fine horses, more important in many prairie men's eyes than anything else besides their first wife.
"King Dahan, send me to fight. I will definitely subdue these two divine steeds and present them to you!"
