Where's my horse?
Just as Ocasen was searching for his horse amid the rout, he had already heard the sound of hooves behind him.
Even in the pouring rain and hail, that sound of hooves was crystal clear.
Impossible. In mud like this, how could these Brittania Knights be running so fast in a swamp? Ocasen turned and looked, and the sight before his eyes made his heart rate triple.
Charging at the very front, clad in a full suit of silver plate armor, the man with no helmet on, black center-parted long hair flying and the Goddess of Revenge in his hand spewing crackling lightning, had already cut his way to less than fifty meters from him! The tall Pure-blooded Elf Warhorse under him was wildly excited, lifting its hooves and directly kicking one of Ocasen's personal attendants flying on the spot!
