Five warhorses and their knights passed through the spear formation formed by the White Lion Infantry in an instant, and Orland turned back instinctively, only to see the opened spear formation closing behind them.
Then he saw the White Lion Light Infantry at the other end of the alley once again drawing their longbows and shooting arrows. As he watched the sharp arrows leave the strings, he suddenly realized:
It turns out they weren't missing the mark; they were aiming at these White Lion Infantry beside me all along.
What's going on? Has the White Lion Legion split?
Orland's mind was a mess, but he heard a voice calling him, "Orland!" He turned around sharply and saw a large group of officer cadets from the Royal Knight Academy converging into a cavalry torrent.
The female knight on horseback was staring at him, shouting loudly, "Orland, hurry back to the ranks! There's no time to explain, we need to break through to the south!"
"Beth? What's happening?"
