As the Cavalry's disposable Riding Spears collided with the Gnolls, an explosive CRACK was followed by a cascade of splintering sounds.
The charge of the Elite Armored Cavalry threw the Half-Beastmen into chaos, and their defensive line was violently breached. The Armored Cavalry raised their steel blades, and the terrified Kobolds began to scatter.
The Kobolds were nothing more than the serfs of the Half-Beastman army.
The Elite Armored Cavalry moved as if unopposed, their steel blades reaping a constant harvest of Kobold lives. It was laughably easy—the weapons of the Kobolds and Gnolls couldn't even scratch the Cavalry or their mounts.
From the rear, where he was urging on the Heavy Armor Soldiers and his Private Army on the flanks—and forcing the conscripted serfs into a desperate charge—Henry watched the scene unfold, his heart aching with envy.
